Struggles

I am a happy go lucky person

GENERALLY!

Several years ago I dipped down

into some major depression.

I was very sick and this

was before the fibro kicked in.

I let life pile up on me, it began

to take me over.

I CRASHED.

Then....I rebuilt myself, I 

found myself and for the first

time in life I began to 

accept me and more to the 

point I began to like me.

I found ME...

the real me and I was pleased.

With that said I had to dissect my life,

and when I say life, I had to 

go way back.

You see what I kept hidden all

my life was my feelings.

I let things that were said to 

me, and done to me take up

residence in my mind and all 

those years I screwed with me.

I did not see my worth, matter

of fact I spent a lot of time

being told I did not have

a worth. 

In dissecting my life, I came to

terms with the things that were

said and done to me. I realized that 

I could not change that, I accepted 

that the thoughts of others should

not decide who I should be in life.

I decided to accept them for who they

were and not let their crap weigh me down.

BUT...there are still those days, when

I don't feel well or I suffer from 

pain that those issues of wanting 

someone accept me and it 

is usally that one person that never

has accepted me for me.

I had an issue come up a few days

ago where that not accepting hit

me hard. I have been struggling 

for days with this and with the 

fact that with hitting me wrong

I came back at them. I love

this person so I stepped back and 

decided I needed time away.

With that struggling I find 

that I need to find my worth again....

SO I CREATE.

I had two solid oak chairs in 

the shed that needed love (one

still needing it) but the other

got some extra love to find its 

worth.

Of course...I failed to get that 

before pic and although I 

can go to the shed and take a pic

of the other one....I am being lazy

and not doing that...

But there is the process and 

finished product.

First coat of paint.

I stray painted it with paint 

that has a primer however, even though

spray painting is the easiest I did

not like the way it 

covered.

SO...out came the paint and brush.

Then the stencil.

It is done. I has been sealed.

Also...in the house cause I realized

that the heat might not be playing

pretty with the bones of the chair. 

HAHA....I love that I am so open

that folks just know me. I was

tagged in the same video 5 times

in 24 hours for a new paint

project.

It requires a sink strainer.

Which I purchased this on at the dollar

store for 2 bucks.

Here is my finished

project. 

Here is a link if you wish to see

how it is done.

REMEMBER...you need runny paints!

Mine was not so runny and 

really needed to be.

https://www.facebook.com/GeniusIdeasInsider/videos/241752783217367/UzpfSTE1OTY1NDIyODk6MzA2MDYxMTI5NDk5NDE0OjEwOjA6MTUzMzEwNjc5OTo3MTg4MjYxMTE3NzI5MTM4MjI2/

Remember the frames I made

for the reunion?

They were well used and so much fun.

They are not sealed and stored

under the bed for the upcoming 

reunion to take place

in 2028!!

HAHA

I was scrolling through the reunion FB page

and found this. HEY...I am all about

having my pic made with a bunch of guys!

One of the hubbys of a DuPonter

took this pic using my camera so

it is not the best...

but there is the planning 

committee.

That SIGN was made for

ME!

I have things to do....

I need to create...

I need to shop.....

(HAHA) Tax free weekend

in TN....I am going for an ipad!

Gotta move this tire, old body.

HAHA and just as I was closing

this post I get a text that helps with 

my struggles right now..

Thanks Tammy for sending this.

The text came from my boss from 

my photo servicedays (center woman).

It was taken at one of  Governor Bredsen's

staff Christmas parties. That would 

be the Gov on the far right and between

him and Tammy is his wife.

The woman on the far end is....

oh well, I will let  you guess and the 

guy next to me is my bud and a 

man (younger than me) that I think

the world of, Phil.

Youngest photographer in the office

and such a hoot. 

OH MEMORIES!