A small poem about Will Power
What can I say?
My voice has been silenced.
You’re strong.
My soul has been injured.
You’re resilient.
My strength has failed.
You’ll get over it.
Doesn’t work that way.
Even mountains fall down.
A small poem about Will Power
What can I say?
My voice has been silenced.
You’re strong.
My soul has been injured.
You’re resilient.
My strength has failed.
You’ll get over it.
Doesn’t work that way.
Even mountains fall down.
I know that there is a lot of concern about the direction our country is going, and rightly so. Nothing seems to be going well. Healthcare is falling apart, everyone is arguing, and no one is fixing it. So I thought I’d put my two cents worth in. Here are some great dumb ways to fix things.
I know that most of these come with lots of problems about how to fund them and who will be in charge etc, etc, but honestly something must be done to get this country on track again and yelling at each other about who is right or wrong is getting us nowhere.
So there you go. Kitchen style politics simplified by someone who knows nothing. But maybe, just maybe someone will get inspired and run with this. Good luck.
I apologize that I have not been posting much. Life has gotten completely away from me. Normally I look forward to school starting and life getting back to normal, but this year it hasn’t yet.
The school here has gone to personalized learning and they were not properly prepared so all is in chaos. Children, parents, teachers and staff are all stressed and unhappy. Crisis after crisis seems to be the day to day norm now.
Also they have not yet been able to find a permanent aide for my son. It’s in his IEP that he needs an aide. Constant changes of substitutes will only last so long until there is a blow up. He has never responded well to change or transitions so this is very stressful. I wait each day for a call that something has gone wrong. I’m terrified of possible violent outbursts.
Depression and anxiety is getting to the dangerous point for me. I’ve started going to a counselor, but there isn’t much that can be done to change a lot of my situations so I’m just spinning my wheels in the sand trap of false hope. Slowly, very slowly I’m trying to claw my way to the surface where I hope to get a breath so I can continue on.
I hope you will all be patient with me in getting back on track.
Thanks for still being around.
Honestly, one of the saddest and yet most triumphant songs of human achievement.