Just A Paddler: On the water things don't look so bad

Let's try this again, my laptop just ate an entire blog post. Ugh.

Family things are keeping my full attention now. Most of them are not my story to tell. It helps for me to remember that lessons need to learned and suffering happens. A mom can't keep mothering her grown child forever. Sometimes it's best to step away, come what may.

I visited with my sister Lisa last night. We talked about the terrible economy and how hard it is to find a decent job now. There really isn't any such thing as a "living wage" anymore. We will all have to crowd together in our hovels to even be able to afford to live soon. And that appears that's the way corporate wants it. There really isn't a US of A anymore, with its strong and united peoples. There is only the corporations offering us trash as food, and new drugs all the time for "new" disorders. Here, have another pill and a bag of "low fat chips." And for escape here's your LCD teat or an hour or two of explosions in a theater.

I woke up this morning focusing on meeting my doctor today and beginning to cut the nerve pain meds out of my own life. They helped my cope with the pain and neuropathy of my insulted and overly reactive nervous system. But if these tremors and sheets of fire and electrical-pricklings are simply the way things will be from now on, I intend to adjust and move past leaning on meds forever.

To live in the moment and remember this life is temporary is sometimes hard. Be present, be kind, be helpful. I'm going to burst past this bubble in my life. There's a whole lot more story to write and this one is MY story to tell.