But don’t blame me, Julie’s been busy. So per her request, I am asking that you link me some good blog (her too if you want or her instead of me if you prefer). Any good blog post you’ve written or read? Link it and share it with the world (okay, not the world. just the few souls who graciously bless this site with their time and attention).
Here is mine:
Where is yours?
Julie Pippert is sponsoring an essay contests for writers who are mothers (although I think that anyone who has loved and nurtured a child might want to take a crack at this). Just follow the link.
Hump Day Hmm topic: this is “How far would you go for your kids/family/loved one/self?” I vary the who it is because really, that’s up to you, as is the interpretation of the question. Maybe it’s 500 miles through a hot and crowded zoo. Maybe it’s a move to another country. Maybe it’s setting aside something you do. Maybe it’s a life change, such as getting sober. – Julie Pippert
How far would I go? I feel sometimes that I have already lived this particular topic to death via my blogging for all the world (that cares) to know.
I endured IVF for the sake of motherhood and my late husband.
I put my life, and my child’s, on hold to tend to a terminally ill husband.
While living through the nightmare of care-giving and widowhood, I started and finished a masters degree to ensure a secure financial future for myself and my daughter.
I took a chance on a seemingly affable and intelligent Canadian I met on a message board for widowed people. Became friends. Became more. Opened my heart and soul and believed in happily ever after again then emigrated to a foreign country, leaving behind the shell of a life for which I had worked and struggled and bled.
How far would I go? How far do I need to go to get where I am meant to be? Or to accomplish the things for myself, but more often others, that is required of this current tenure on Earth?
That’s how far.
I am not convinced that life is about us. It was Thomas Jefferson who wrote about “the pursuit of happiness” and after centuries of responsibility the human race jumped on that idea squarely with both feet. But the great religions speak only of our duties and obligations and even Buddha declined to lump enlightenment in the same category as “getting happy”.
But we are not Borg either. There is room for the individual. Perhaps part of the process of enlightenment is finding the balance in between.
How far would I go? I haven’t reached my limit as yet, so I don’t know.
What about you? What is your answer to this Wednesday’s hmmm, hmm?
Write it, prose or verse. Words or images. Here or on your own space but don’t forget to link back if you chose the latter.
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