Look Like My Mom - Thoughts

I posted this photo on Facebook back in March:

One of my friends commented, "you look so much like your mom in this picture - so sweet."

Uh, What??

Instead of responding with WTF, I sat back and thought about things.

You see, the last time my friend saw my Mom in person was almost 20 years ago. 

And as what happens with time, we age.  And the last five years I saw my Mom she looked "elderly" and fragile and frail.  Add her illness into the mix, and that made her age even more.  (gosh she'd kill me for even typing these words out)

So, my last visions of what she looked like is not how I would picture myself today.  i.e, the "you look so much like your mom."  I look elderly and fragile?

No....

Right?

lol

I stepped back, though, and of course take it as a huge compliment of course.  And I wouldn't mind at all looking like my Mom.  Just, uh, not the elderly, rail version already lol - give me 20-25 more years first!

Still, super sweet sentiment.  *smile*

Before, Now This

Before:
Now This:

Before, the late nights were fun
Little did we know what could become.

The money we thought well spent
Now there is definitely less than a dent.

Mornings waking up, “what did I say?”
Productive and vibrant now every single day.

Laying in bed most of the morning
Getting up early, knowing a great day coming.

Hated not to remember convos
Now no conversations I forgo.

Hangovers became worse as years go on
Now starting every beautiful day at dawn.

No energy to pick up mess from night before
Now keep home and space clean and cared for.

No waking up in middle of night
Finally getting rest and now sleeping tight.

Spending money like it grows on trees
Now finances more at ease.

No more driving, risking lives
Always knowing your destination arrives.

Saying stupid shit, acting crazy
No more bad memory, instead happy.

Going to sleep already still drunk and dressed
Amazing feeling to wake up daily refreshed.

Depression and unhappiness is what we fear
But not drinking gives us much less tears.

Embarrassment and shamefulness is high
Laughter and happiness are no longer a lie.

Inner torture is so strong and tough to bear
We are so grateful we are no longer there.

Being scared and alone comes and goes
Now calm being with God out of the shadows.

Used to think that shots were our friend
What a joy to find out we no longer depend.

Every tough, dreadful morning would sting,
Now each day what a joy and our hearts sing.

The Dogears Have It

Now that my bowel movements have been regulated after my colonoscopy, the only time I get to dip into reading my hoard of stacked magazines is when I'm sitting in the sun or in the bathtub.  Both dependent on the season.

When I read something that intrigues me or aligns with my thoughts/ emotions/ feelings of that day, I will mark the page by folding down the top corner.  Usually it's only a singular (but in-depth) sentence out of a several-pages-long-article that can capture my feeling for that day.

Sometimes I will go back to that marked page a month or so later.  What touched my heart and mind is no longer there.  The person who I wanted to share that with is also gone, so I sadly unflip the corner and smooth out the crease.

If it's a sports related quote that I saved, I will always keep it so I can refer to it in my sports blog.  If it's something for me, to help me, or I learn from it, I mark it to hopefully blog about it later in this exact blog.

I can write a whole blog and reflect on one single sentence of an entire article.  I just love how that is even possible - to expand and want to talk more about just a few words.

Sometimes I stumble upon pages already dogearred.  These are folded by my Mom's very own fingers!  For when she read through the magazine over 6 years ago.  Almost 99% of the pages she marked are anti-wrinkle cream ads lol.  I sure do miss her.

Rich Dad, Poor Dad in Real Life

Great article that explains well the book Rich Dad, Poor Dad, from an NFL player that follows the advice:

https://finance.yahoo.com/news/nfl-player-lives-60-000-140000843.html