Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dreams. Show all posts
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Words That Inspire
Starting my blog and sharing my words has opened so many doors long slammed shut in my life. I’ve aired out some of my deepest, darkest rooms and shared the contents with whoever chooses to read. Or not...I’m not an arm-twister.
Writing is something I’ve always done. I began my college career as an English major but became sidetracked by life and then a career in the legal world. My writing took a back seat. My dreams of one day publishing a best-selling novel dissolved over time. They melted away along with my confidence and got squashed by self-doubt. I let myself believe that writing was simply the silly dream of child.
Last summer, something clicked. I was compelled, quite out of the blue, to start a blog. I really had no idea what I was going to do with it but one afternoon, while my three small children played outside the yard, I created Narragansett No. 7. It was as if someone was pushing me along-right down to the name. The whole process took perhaps an hour and I haven’t stopped since. My words keep coming. I’m finally applying for that MFA in Creative Writing and it feels right.
I happen to be a big believer in fate. People are placed in our lives for a reason. Sometimes, they have no idea at all that their words have provided encouragement. Donna is one of those people.
I have to admit, I’m nervous about guest blogging for Write Now, Write Later. Donna is a writer and I’m still not ready fully embrace that title. My words and style might not work for her readers… I think that I’m okay with that. Why? Because this afternoon while I perused her older posts, I began to realize that Donna and I share many similarities and losses in our lives. We marvel at our aging bodies and struggle to accept this new version of ourselves. Her father passed away when she was 17, my father abandoned me when I was 11…in 1981. We have both recently shared the beginnings of our novels. Through her words she has encouraged me to accept myself. As Donna pointed out, not everyone is perfect. Not everyone will look at you (or read your words) and say, “WOW” but chances are, there is someone out there in Blogland who is getting a big boost of encouragement. It doesn’t pay the bills, but it’s something to be proud of.
Thanks for your words, Donna. If nothing else, it’s nice to find a kindred spirit in this life.
Guest Blogger: Kelli Hadfield-Faherty at http://www.narragansettnumber7.com/
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Carnival of Dreams - Poetry
So tired of trying
To make sense of this
When did I become
So cynical
So unable to believe
That anything good
Can be mine?
Instead I let go,
Free fall to see
How far I can drop
Before I hit the
Ground screaming.
Lies are the language
Of choice
Where everyone promises
They’ll be there for you
Love you, care….
“If you need me call”
Lies that sound enough
Like truth that every
Once in a while
You believe.
Every once in a while
You allow yourself
To believe that you’re
Not alone.
But in the end it’s just
You and the mirror
And you face it like a
Convict
Eyes down, guilt drawn
In Technicolor
Over your skin
Begging and pleading
For one more shot
Gun drawn,
One in the chamber
Knowing already that
Chances are like wishes
And if wishes were ponies
We’d all be riding
In the carnival of dreams.
©Donna J. P. Riley
Note: This was written a long long time ago, and does not have anything to do with how I've been feeling lately, even though it may look that way. For me, poetry is such an emotional expression of the written word that it most often comes out as rather dark, almost frightening, even to me. The times when I'm the most depressed, poetry comes easily, almost effortlessly, but I'm a rather odd bird and those feelings come and go like the wind, thankfully!
I'm still struggling to get out of this funk, but thanks to my friends here, for all the wonderful comments and encouragement, I'm doing okay and hopefully will be back to my normal hopefully amusing self before you know it!
Hope you all have a wonderful night and know that I adore you all! <3
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Where To Go From Here.....Lost in Life
I'm long past that rosy future stage of my life. I think I gave those glasses to Goodwill.
Once upon a time, things were....or seemed to be much easier. Getting a job was simply a matter of putting yourself out there and applying. Now? Not so easy. At least it hasn't been for me. The part that kills me is that I'm a creative mind. My husband came up with the idea for a pre-lit Christmas tree about twenty years ago. I came up with the idea for pet insurance just about that long go. Both of those ideas were swept away by someone else with more money or initiative or something and we sit here at home looking at those ValPak coupons with ads for pet insurance and the WalMart flyers with sales on pre-lit Christmas trees.
Last year I worked for Calendar Club. You've probably seen the kiosks in malls where you live or even shopped them a time or two. For those of you who aren't familiar with the concept, it's a system where you pay an upfront deposit, and the company sends you everything you need to set up a seasonal kiosk in the mall to sell calendars and sometimes games. Black Friday last year, we sold over six grand. As the season wound to a close, I found myself walking around the mall more and more. There was this perfect storefront that was vacant and everytime I walked by it, I could visualize the tattoo and piercing shop I wanted to open. I spent one whole day at work sketching out the artwork for the logo. Went home and recreated it as a graphic image and was so excited I could barely sit still.
Now, you're probably wondering why I didn't go for it? Well let me explain. I'm broke. Literally.
Have you ever noticed that when you're struggling financially everything costs more? No? Well take a look at it. You bounce a check, you have to pay anywhere from thirty to sixty bucks in overdraft fees. Get your utilities cut off? You have to pay a reconnect fee and sometimes a deposit. Get behind on your mortgage? You REALLY don't want to do that. You end up paying lawyer fees in the effort to keep the house you call home. Some people might say to just sell the house, move into an apartment. Well people, I've lived in my house for seventeen years. In case you're in the same position, I'll share another little secret. Apartment costs have skyrocketed. Sure, there are places that cost a little less than my current mortgage, but let's face it, they come with benefits. If you're feeling optimistic. Benefits like having an armed next door neighbor, in case someone tries to break in. Benefits like added police security...in the form of cruisers having your neighborhood memorized street by street. Benefits like having your windows nailed shut in case you've always longed for a more creative way to escape a raging inferno.
So skip that little negativity rant and we'll move on.
It costs a small fortune to start a business. A fortune that if you're in the category mentioned above, doesn't leave banks and lenders in a positive mind set when you go asking for a business loan. We've all heard how easy it is for women and minorities to get funding to help start a business, but from what I've seen? That's as much of a pipe dream as the idea that our economy is going to make a miraculous turnaround.
Once upon a time, I had a great job. At least it seemed to be. Until one day the boss walked in and said "I love you to death, but it's time we part ways." Huh? Maybe the "love you to death" part was buttering me up for the fact that he had no intention of paying me the almost $17,000 he owned me in back wages. Or maybe it was to get me to reconsider filing for unemployment. His lawyer seemed to think that would be easy. "Let's offer Donna $3,000 as a settlement and tell her she can't file for unemployment either." I'd say that wouldn't work, but it did. I turned down the offer, and instead got nothing. No unemployment, no settlement, no back wages.
Before you say anything, I'll tell you this. I tried.
I went to the labor board. They said they wouldn't deal with any amount over $10,000. I offered to settle for that, but I'd already turned in my paperwork and that would have been fraud I was told.
No money to hire a lawyer, so I talked to Legal Aid. Apparently we make too much money to qualify. Too much being $20,000 a year. Yeah, let's see you live on that these days.
Talked to the Commonwealth Attorney who assured me after viewing all the evidence that my boss would be taken from his home in handcuffs. Felony stuff he said. Couple of weeks later, after not hearing anything and calling a half dozen times, I was told there was "nothing they could do." Oh. Okay. No reason, just nothing they could do.
Oh well right?
Little did I know at the time that I was gearing up to take part in a sleep fest.
I was diagnosed with what they call "Ideopathic Hypersomnia" about the same time. Basically, it's narcolepsy without the annoying leg tremors and hallucinations. Easy fix right? They gave me a prescription for Ritalin and that worked great. For about two weeks. My house was immaculate. I made so many craft projects I'm still trying to give them all away. I was awake for three days straight, slept an entire day and did it all over again. Then things evened out and my life became a bit more normal. Still couldn't' get up in the morning without wanting to weep at the loss of warm sheets and a to-die-for pillow, but I could manage. Fast forward a year or two and the Ritalin isn't working so well. So they try Adderall. Blah, Blah, Blah. Same thing, different day.
Fast forward again. Meds don't work at all anymore. I can take three of either right before bed and sleep like a baby. Until noon or later the next day. Sleep doctor says I'm screwed. Nothing new on the horizon, so best file for disability.
That's an entirely new animal. I do recommend though that anyone attempting to file for disability do so through Allsup. They've been a huge help to me, filling out all the paperwork for me, counseling me on anything from how long this might take to what happens if I'm denied. I'm still waiting so the question remains....what do I do now?
I WANT to do so much. I'm intelligent, creative, dedicated, loyal, and a lot of other positive things so why do I still struggle with making ends meet? I've tried online businesses, selling crafts, did the whole home business thing, I've applied to over a 1,000 different jobs and not so much as a call back for an interview. People have said it's because of my age and the fact that I was making too much money at my last job. The same company could hire my daughter and pay her half of what they paid me easily and she'd be overjoyed and perhaps give them another 30 years which I'm unable to do anymore. Is it that bad really? That companies don't care about the skills or experience an older person could bring to the table?
I have no idea what to do anymore. The bills pile up and I've pulled off about as many miracles as I can. I'm hardly a miracle worker despite so far having held onto our house for four years on one income. So that's where I am today. Still sick, still depressed, still waiting for a half dozen things to coalesce so I can pay my bills and keep a roof over our heads. Today is just one of those days that I feel like hanging it all up. Giving up completely. I can't, and I won't. I'm not a person who gives up, but some days it's nice to just think about it.
Once upon a time, things were....or seemed to be much easier. Getting a job was simply a matter of putting yourself out there and applying. Now? Not so easy. At least it hasn't been for me. The part that kills me is that I'm a creative mind. My husband came up with the idea for a pre-lit Christmas tree about twenty years ago. I came up with the idea for pet insurance just about that long go. Both of those ideas were swept away by someone else with more money or initiative or something and we sit here at home looking at those ValPak coupons with ads for pet insurance and the WalMart flyers with sales on pre-lit Christmas trees.
Last year I worked for Calendar Club. You've probably seen the kiosks in malls where you live or even shopped them a time or two. For those of you who aren't familiar with the concept, it's a system where you pay an upfront deposit, and the company sends you everything you need to set up a seasonal kiosk in the mall to sell calendars and sometimes games. Black Friday last year, we sold over six grand. As the season wound to a close, I found myself walking around the mall more and more. There was this perfect storefront that was vacant and everytime I walked by it, I could visualize the tattoo and piercing shop I wanted to open. I spent one whole day at work sketching out the artwork for the logo. Went home and recreated it as a graphic image and was so excited I could barely sit still.
Now, you're probably wondering why I didn't go for it? Well let me explain. I'm broke. Literally.
Have you ever noticed that when you're struggling financially everything costs more? No? Well take a look at it. You bounce a check, you have to pay anywhere from thirty to sixty bucks in overdraft fees. Get your utilities cut off? You have to pay a reconnect fee and sometimes a deposit. Get behind on your mortgage? You REALLY don't want to do that. You end up paying lawyer fees in the effort to keep the house you call home. Some people might say to just sell the house, move into an apartment. Well people, I've lived in my house for seventeen years. In case you're in the same position, I'll share another little secret. Apartment costs have skyrocketed. Sure, there are places that cost a little less than my current mortgage, but let's face it, they come with benefits. If you're feeling optimistic. Benefits like having an armed next door neighbor, in case someone tries to break in. Benefits like added police security...in the form of cruisers having your neighborhood memorized street by street. Benefits like having your windows nailed shut in case you've always longed for a more creative way to escape a raging inferno.
So skip that little negativity rant and we'll move on.
It costs a small fortune to start a business. A fortune that if you're in the category mentioned above, doesn't leave banks and lenders in a positive mind set when you go asking for a business loan. We've all heard how easy it is for women and minorities to get funding to help start a business, but from what I've seen? That's as much of a pipe dream as the idea that our economy is going to make a miraculous turnaround.
Once upon a time, I had a great job. At least it seemed to be. Until one day the boss walked in and said "I love you to death, but it's time we part ways." Huh? Maybe the "love you to death" part was buttering me up for the fact that he had no intention of paying me the almost $17,000 he owned me in back wages. Or maybe it was to get me to reconsider filing for unemployment. His lawyer seemed to think that would be easy. "Let's offer Donna $3,000 as a settlement and tell her she can't file for unemployment either." I'd say that wouldn't work, but it did. I turned down the offer, and instead got nothing. No unemployment, no settlement, no back wages.
Before you say anything, I'll tell you this. I tried.
I went to the labor board. They said they wouldn't deal with any amount over $10,000. I offered to settle for that, but I'd already turned in my paperwork and that would have been fraud I was told.
No money to hire a lawyer, so I talked to Legal Aid. Apparently we make too much money to qualify. Too much being $20,000 a year. Yeah, let's see you live on that these days.
Talked to the Commonwealth Attorney who assured me after viewing all the evidence that my boss would be taken from his home in handcuffs. Felony stuff he said. Couple of weeks later, after not hearing anything and calling a half dozen times, I was told there was "nothing they could do." Oh. Okay. No reason, just nothing they could do.
Oh well right?
Little did I know at the time that I was gearing up to take part in a sleep fest.
I was diagnosed with what they call "Ideopathic Hypersomnia" about the same time. Basically, it's narcolepsy without the annoying leg tremors and hallucinations. Easy fix right? They gave me a prescription for Ritalin and that worked great. For about two weeks. My house was immaculate. I made so many craft projects I'm still trying to give them all away. I was awake for three days straight, slept an entire day and did it all over again. Then things evened out and my life became a bit more normal. Still couldn't' get up in the morning without wanting to weep at the loss of warm sheets and a to-die-for pillow, but I could manage. Fast forward a year or two and the Ritalin isn't working so well. So they try Adderall. Blah, Blah, Blah. Same thing, different day.
Fast forward again. Meds don't work at all anymore. I can take three of either right before bed and sleep like a baby. Until noon or later the next day. Sleep doctor says I'm screwed. Nothing new on the horizon, so best file for disability.
That's an entirely new animal. I do recommend though that anyone attempting to file for disability do so through Allsup. They've been a huge help to me, filling out all the paperwork for me, counseling me on anything from how long this might take to what happens if I'm denied. I'm still waiting so the question remains....what do I do now?
I WANT to do so much. I'm intelligent, creative, dedicated, loyal, and a lot of other positive things so why do I still struggle with making ends meet? I've tried online businesses, selling crafts, did the whole home business thing, I've applied to over a 1,000 different jobs and not so much as a call back for an interview. People have said it's because of my age and the fact that I was making too much money at my last job. The same company could hire my daughter and pay her half of what they paid me easily and she'd be overjoyed and perhaps give them another 30 years which I'm unable to do anymore. Is it that bad really? That companies don't care about the skills or experience an older person could bring to the table?
I have no idea what to do anymore. The bills pile up and I've pulled off about as many miracles as I can. I'm hardly a miracle worker despite so far having held onto our house for four years on one income. So that's where I am today. Still sick, still depressed, still waiting for a half dozen things to coalesce so I can pay my bills and keep a roof over our heads. Today is just one of those days that I feel like hanging it all up. Giving up completely. I can't, and I won't. I'm not a person who gives up, but some days it's nice to just think about it.
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