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find some beauty

So, yesterday afternoon, after going to do war planning, I spent some time with my mother. Nothing exciting. We listened to some music in the car and ran some errands. Her husband has been given about a month to live, so she is not only trying to run her own business, look after him, look after me (because Odin knows I need fucking help), keep my crazy arse brother from killing anyone, and just general family crap, she is also on death watch.

While I was with her, my mother had a fall which is never good but it was not terrible either. She was trying to climb a table to get extra blankets down for the kids… *shakes head* She is one of those sorts of people who just wants to help everyone except herself. Sometimes, her help can be… not completely normal, but she always means well. So, I ended up staying out a lot later than I had originally anticipated.

This didn’t bother me. Unless it is something incredibly important, being late is not something I worry about. Normally, if you are late for something, it is for reasons out of your control so, I figure, stressing about it and rushing will only make the entire situation worse.

Anyway! On my way home, there was so much traffic. A 15-20 minute drive turned into an hour.

People were losing their fucking minds. Swearing, beeping horns, turning around to go another way, hooning back up the road with skidding tires… because, you know, we weren’t all sitting in the same traffic jam… ๐Ÿ˜’ย Road rage in Aus is a big fucking problem… The things I have seen people do on the road here… some shit is straight out of a fucking movie. Seriously. People get behind the well of a car and show their true self.

We were all late to get home. All wanting dinner and bed and a beverage of some description (a wine would have been nice today, but I didn’t) No one in the traffic jam wants to be there. Everyone is stressed to the mother fucking eyeballs… well, except me… lol

But you know what? There were people there worse off on that road.

Up ahead, a car had been crushed by a truck. Fucking totaled. The people in the car? Dead. Gone. The ambulance didn’t even bother with a siren. The trucky? Alive but now has to live forever knowing he killed people by accident… probably never being able to get that out if his head.

These people were just wanting to get home like everyone else. And now they will never get there. Yesterday, they had their last morning coffee. They said good bye to their families in the morning without knowing it was the final one. They left work to never return, never getting to use the money they worked hard for. They kissed their loved ones for the last time or didn’t…

So, next time you are sitting in traffic, hating life… please… turn on some music and look out the window… find some beauty.ย  Tell the people you love that you love them. Kiss your kids. Call your brother who you hate and tell him you love him anyway. Message your friend. Do all the things you would want to do before you die.

You never know what day will be your last…

Love, Lemons…

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41 thoughts on “find some beauty”

      1. I just started thinking about it and thought there has to be a way I can get it… and I found an online store that imports US food.. $10 for a box of cereal though… fuck… I’ll just wait till I visit…

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  1. Your mum sounds amazing! No wonder you’re so soft hearted! โค๏ธ
    Important post!! Thanks for sharing!
    And I hope your mum learns to take care of herself a little. My condolences for the grieving she must be doing right now ๐Ÿ’š

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    1. She’s a good egg. She really is. I wish she would slow down though.
      Yeah. Yesterday has sort of made me feel a little lost. which is the opposite of what I wanted to feel after having these thoughts, but … it is what it is I guess. I’m feeling all the loving and smoodgey snuggly feelings, but… yeah.
      She won’t. lol. the entire time I kept telling her to get down but she wouldn’t. it was only a few weeks ago she did the exact same thing.
      It was one of those weird opportunities where they have the chance to say good bye and do things and plan for when he is gone and grieve together and it is just heart breaking…

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      1. Hope you’re feeling better today?
        It can be surreal when faced so confrontingly with mortality.

        I’m sure it must be heart breaking!
        Cyber Hugs!!
        And coffee. Decaf.
        And cake. There must be cake ๐Ÿฐ

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      2. I am feeling so much better today. Thank you so much for your care. And you are right… confronting is the right word.

        Big hugs. No decaf lol all the caffeine for me at the moment. Cake is a must. Don’t forget the dancing. Aleays dancing… ๐Ÿ˜˜๐Ÿ‘

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      3. I’m so glad! And you are welcome! โค๏ธ
        Yes! The dancing! Good Lord, how can I forget that?
        (Heard this on the radio yesterday in the car. Had not heard it in the longest time. I felt old instantly. ๐Ÿ˜) m.youtube.com/watch?v=4Uj3zitETs4

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    1. That’s alright, hunny Muffins… feeling a bit sad today. But trying to distract myself too…
      All the hugs and all the love, Mr Muffins ๐Ÿ’œ๐Ÿ˜š I’ll throw in all the kisses too cause I’m feeling extra feelingy lmfao

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  2. Great Attitude! Bad shit is gonna happen no matter what – we do however, always get a choice in how we choose to react to it (Always choose the Positive option!) ๐Ÿ˜‰

    Always!

    Dancing is Good – here’s a little track you might recall…and enjoy dancing to??

    God(+ess) is within you, every fibre, every cell. โค

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