The experience of the majority does not invalidate the experience of the individual.


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"It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better.


The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood, who strives valiantly; who errs and comes short again and again; because there is not effort...

supposedly an opportunity for growth... no.. it's just a small event in the sea of mistakes...

If it was a mine field.. I could understand it.. but it's more like a field of rakes.. WHAM -- oh ooops...WHAM similar, not exactly the same but a neighbour mistake I wasn't prepared for.

I'll pass on another 'learning experience'

There isn't enough learning in the world that could cover the amazing variation on mistakes that are possible to make
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I spent over six hours talking on the phone with my mother last night. She was having an adverse reaction to a medication.

8 months ago, my mom while speaking with her doctor about me, mentioned that I have quite severe adhd, and so does my son. Her doctor being aware of her history to a certain degree of various psychiatric care pretty much as long as I've been alive. He realised at that point that for all these years she might just have been misdiagnosed and started her on ADHD...

My home is now uncluttered and pretty darn tidy. AHHHHHHHH!!! ok, the bedroom hasn't been organized, I have to go thru a whole lot of clothing and give it away. I have given away probably half my stuff, mostly to my youngest son. It was wonderful to just get rid of it. The rest, I just put a sticky note on with the word free and put it on the main floor across from the elevator. It went fast as much of it was really nice, but really just taking up space.

I've been redecorating,...

At five, skinned knees and dirty dress, the pelt of orange pressed to my lips sucking the juice thru a sticky hand slit rind.


At six. the oozing blood of earth gushing thru my fingers taking shapes of magical creatures infused with eye of newt and snake licked grass.


At ten, flying feet, racing to nowhere, breathing wind and breathlessly squatting next to the loamy root of a tree. Drunk with the scents of life and the vital energy aflame within.
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