If your kids are constantly saying “I hate…” you’ve done something horribly wrong.

It’s sad, it’s pathetic and it’s incomprehensible. To me, anyway. I don’t understand why anyone would want to raise children in constant negative. Personally, I’ve chosen to remove those kinds of people from my life.

Take a step back and try to look at your life and your actions from the perspective of someone else. What do you see? Do you see someone with a ready smile and kind words? Do you see someone who helps others without expecting something in return? Someone who doesn’t have to brag about their good deeds to anyone who will listen? Someone who lifts others up in positive light? This is someone worth knowing.

…or do you see misery? A person who is constantly going out of their way to find something wrong with everything and everyone? Someone who repeats themselves over and over again to try to get their point across while actually dumbing themselves down every time? A person who blatantly says, “I hate …” no matter what it is, even if it doesn’t make sense? Are you someone who is constantly talking about others behind their backs? No one wants to be close to this person.

Hate is a very strong word. One you will rarely hear uttered from my lips. I’ve had my fair share of hard times, shitty people and tough situations but honestly, I can’t say I have ever “hated” anyone. Maybe I’m just not wired that way, maybe I have more understanding of things and people, I don’t know.

What I do know is this. No one wants to spend a lot of time with negative, spiteful, hateful people. If you’re creating more of this type of people, please do what I said and take a step back. Really look and listen to yourself and the people you are influencing. It’s never too late to make a positive change. Never.



I took a layoff at work (that is what my paperwork says) so I can spend more time with my ailing parentals. That’s what I’ve been thinking about today. A. Lot.

I finally found it. The perfect job. I wasn’t seriously looking, it just fell into my lap; pretty much literally. Everything about it just “fit”. Until the end of the first week, that is.

I got the news that my dad had been given 3-6 months due to a pulmonary disease that he’s been fighting for years. I have to admit at first it didn’t really hit me hard, or at all for that matter. I just started a new job, I was happy and I just couldn’t think about that right then, so I pushed my emotions down to the bottom of my guts where they managed to stay buried for a few more weeks.

It took almost six weeks for it to fester and when it did finally emerge, it exploded like Mount St. Helens did back in 1980. I’m an ugly crier so let me tell you, it was painful for everyone who had to witness that.

Anyway, I realized that I had already spent 1/4 – 1/2 of dads time sitting behind a desk (even though I really liked it a lot) working and I hadn’t even had time to go visit and calling is not a viable option (he gets winded very easily which results in severe coughing fits).

I guess I’ve been feeling a bit guilty today. Guilty for wasting 6 weeks of precious time. Guilty for leaving a job I just got (did I mention I really liked it?). Guilty for a lot of things, really. I did finally come to terms with that guilt, however, and I have turned it into gratitude. What!? Yes, gratitude. I. Am. Grateful.

I am grateful to be surrounded by people who care and understand, even if I’ve put them in a difficult situation. Grateful for a husband that is encouraging and kind (even if a lot of people don’t see that side of him). Grateful for the opportunity to spend extra time with my parents and my family that a lot of people don’t get. After talking to a few good friends and family members I realized that even though this is a very rough and unstable time, I will never regret my decision.

Time is one thing you can never get back. Hug the people you love, hold them close, tell them you love them. You never really know how much time you have left or when it might be the last time you had that chance. Don’t let it slip past. ❤