Take Life’s “Slumps” with a Grain of Salt

  

Creative juices come and go like the wind with me. But we can all find ways to get them flowing by using our world around us. 

You’ve heard of course, of a writer stating that they are in a slump with their writing. We all go through this but for some it may be longer than others. For me it’s lasted hours to days to even too many months to say. It’s a horrible feeling at times which can make you feel as though you are failing at your craft. But from experience I can say it’s rather not failure but a temporary situation. It’s par for the course of creating anything in life. 

I feel at times it may just be your brain’s way of allowing you a break or telling you in a unique way that you need a rest. It may not be what you want but instead what you actually need!
During this time of a so-called slump from whatever you are trying to achieve in life, take an account of things. You can try to figure out what’s going on in your world which may be causing your slump.
It’s always good to look around within the world for inspiration in any form. This may help increase your chances of bringing the creative juices out of you yet again! Always remember that things do usually seem worse than they really are. A lot of us overreact to things while exaggerating the situation. Just remain calm and relax. Time is all one usually needs and the situation takes care of itself. 
Most of all don’t take the route of overreacting to your so-called slump of sorts and never throw in the towel. It’s just a matter of time and you’ll be back running on high octane in your field of expertise!

So, please remember the title of this article here and take life’s “slumps” with a grain of salt. As this too shall pass, as it always does:)
Article by Chrissy Smith & Image courtesy of bookriot.com

 

A Detour Ahead After Sacrficing My Human Rights 

101_2097Laws of human rights are ever-changing with each and every different situation. What applies to ones own circumstances may not apply in every other case. But one factor remains the same with every person and that is we all have rights bestowed upon us as a human being. 

People’s rights are being tested on a daily basis by many. As a human being with have many types of rights especially natural born rights. We all know we have rights however, some of us may not even know our rights are being tested and violated time and time again. Then on the flip side of the coin some may know but can do nothing about it.

Unfortunately, I was recently put through the test of being abused by my own family members. My human rights were taken from me, along with my animals rights. I could do nothing at the time but deal with cruel irrational treatment and abuse from them. 

I survived but now I’m a much different person with no family connection with them. I had a good childhood with what seemed like normal high middle class parents. However, at this point in life they took a turn to very off-kilter people with no morals or compassion for any person let alone their own daughter. Their whole focus in life is surrounded around materialistic gain which st their ages I don’t really get. They lost their old thinking which was “giving another person in need a shirt off their back!”.

I don’t know where they went to but I cannot forgive them for the abuse I’ve sustained over the last few years of my life. My rights were violated by my own parents while family sat back and could do nothing to stop it. They were all appalled but that was not enough to save me. 

 Human rights are something taken for granted by most today. I took them for granted too but I no longer do. Once a person is stripped of all they know and all they have whole family thinks what they are doing is right… You quickly learn a valuable lesson in life! I’ll leave that for you the reader to fill in the blanks.

I’m still slowly picking up the pieces of my life but it will never be as it once seemed. I will never see things in the same way again! I can only trudge ahead with a major void in my life without my main family being a focal point anymore. My life has taken a major detour that was unexpected. So, with that being said I can only forge ahead with positivity of a better new life! 

Article & Photo by Chrissy Smith

A Glimpse into my Human Rights being violated within a “Family-Unit’s” Demise

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As I sit in a motel room for almost two weeks now, I’ve had time to reflect on the last four months of my life. It’s not a pretty picture or even one in the realm of possibilities for me a year ago. This is a story I need to tell but also one of great pain for me. 

I will make a long story shorter for the moment but will briefly allow you to know a few things here. I had a wonderful home that my father bought for me. I was paying the mortgage for many years and was suppose to live there the rest of my life. However, my 14 year younger sister stepped into the situation stealing a house from me. The house of course, means nothing to her and she has not paid a dime towards it. Which she had claimed she would. 

Anyway, due to the situation I was forced to move over two hours away to a place foreign to me. I then sustain mental abuse from my so-called parents for almost four months. 

I was put into a pull type of camper with my two dogs and two cats. It was a twenty-seven by ten foot camper made in the seventies. It contained black powder mild in the walls and was not new or any normal accommodations. I went from a three bedroom house with a yard to this. My parents have some money and had two unoccupied beds in their living room in a house. 

My camper was cut off from normal heat from a propane tank which was full. My father also cut off my water which ran a porta potty and shower. I also could only run one item of electric at a time, as he refused to put a higher voltage of electric for me. The electric was less than twenty dollars a month to run. I had no lights at night and used candles and flashlights. I also, had to shove my feces and urine down the porta potty as it did not work with the water off. I was bombarded by toxic fumes daily from that and all the machinery around the property. I was once even yelled at for running my heater to keep warm, as my father could not run his power equipment and “I” was blowing the fuse. So, what he was doing was my important than my being warm. I had to close myself in a small section at night to keep warm with all four animals. I ran a small electric heater to accomplish that. 

In the beginning month I was allowed to take showers in the house but was yelled at and mentally abused by both my parents. I could eat their food if I cooked for them. I was also told when I needed to crap in the mornings that I could go inside to do so. However, I had diarreah for over two months of arriving there so, that was not possible.

I eventually had their door locked and could no longer go inside their goon. I had no cell service, no tv, no radio or any modern luxuries to speak of not even showers or water of any type. I had to fetch water to drink and for my animals. I had to try to keep warm. I then had my credit cards stolen from me and am disabled with that being my only money. I also had over half my monthly money stolen from me and could pay no bills or buy food.

As time went on my tire was flattened and they tried to have me hospitalizef claiming I’d hut myself. The cops were called two times on me and I had done nothing wrong to them. I have never been suicidal in my life. This was two different attempts to get me off their property! It didn’t work but just another form of abuse afflicted on me.

I finally moved into a motel recently when my husband came here. But the abuse sustained by me has forever changed my life with my deranged family. I doubt I will ever forget or forgive it. I will spend my life wondering how the good parents I once knew came to be this insane! I feel sorry for them and keep on wondering why they feel I deserved in humane treatment or that this was okay for them to do. 

Article & Photos By Chriisy Smith

Reality Hits When I Hide My Smile

In life I feel you are given challenges for a reason. I understand that we are given certain situations to deal with and there are reasons for it all. I have been given advantages and disadvantages just like everyone else. Although, I feel a certain aspect of my appearance causes many people to unknowingly judge me. The topic here is hard for me to discuss but it has taught me not to judge others in any way, shape or form-as you just don’t know. 

At 33 years of age I lost all my upper teeth and a great portion of my bottom teeth. I went though extensive oral surgery for months slowly removing 26 teeth. The process was very painful and was very sad to me to have to do. I have had many dentures made for me however, could never wear them. I never quite understood why. It took almost ten years before a wonderful dentist explained part of the problem why I could not wear the dentures being made for me. A big reason was because I have a torus on the roof of my mouth. Now the funny thing is that I assumed everyone had this. It’s a bump on the roof of your mouth. I know your all reaching up there now with your tongues, unless your already aware of this fact within your mouth. Anyway, they come in sizes too-just like clothing. There is small, medium which I have and of course, large. Thus, this is the reason for me walking around most of the time without dentures as I cannot wear them. I will eventually get implanted teeth and a partial which will not conflict with my dam* torus.  

The point of my topic here is not really to tell my story. Although, it’s been brutal not having all my teeth. I do eat anything with use of my remaining bottom ones. So, as I was saying the point is that I get judged every day from people who do not understand why I have no teeth and don’t have dentures in. It’s not because I don’t care or can’t afford them as I may not ever be able to wear anything. However, I constantly get judged, frowned upon and all that bad stuff for this. I also have a small deformity to my lips on the sides from not being able to wear them. It’s not so noticeable with my use of make-up though. 

The funny part of this story would be for years I tried to keep my dentures in while dating men. I felt like I was going to lose my stomach the whole time. Then on my way to a “first date” with my husband I kept trying to keep my dentures in and it was just not happening. I even proceeded past his house to try to get a hold of myself and get them in my mouth. I gave up and said what will be will be. I arrived at his house, no teeth in and said sorry I couldn’t keep them in. He laughed gave me a hug and said it’s okay. We joked about it years later and he said I didn’t know they’d never be in but I love you no matter what. It turned out that this was the man for me and his mother never wore her dentures either. So, this didn’t have any bearing on our relationship at all:) All those years of worrying about this with men and then in one swift second life goes on with the man of my dreams-Oh and no teeth……

So, I’m putting myself out here and just saying that I wish more people knew how not to judge others. Because in life there are many reasons why something may be the way it is and not actually what you think it is. Take heed and please don’t judge a person by their cover. I had to say it…I’m an author!!

 

Article Written By Chrissy Smith. Photo Found on Google!

Blogs – The Cyber Melting Pot

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As I broaden my horizons within the blogs on the internet, I realize how diverse blogs are. I often try to compare them to mine and thus, realizing no blog that I’ve found is the same as any other one. They are differing in many, many ways. The styles of writing, the pictures and the look, feel or overall themes of the blog. We are “The Cyber Melting Pot” of blogs. And that’s a truly great place to be. 

It’s hard not to question your own blog while searching through all the other ones. You start to question what you’re doing within our own blog. This should definitely not be the case, as we are all unique in our own ways. However, it’s hard not to do. It’s best to realize you are unique in what you do and leave it at that. 

I recently was looking at another author’s blog and thought “Wow, this is good”. Her writing style was crisp, to the point and fascinating to read. But I found her pictures just as good and wondered how she did them. I am not that computer savvy with pictures. She put one picture of herself within the pictures and truly made the posting her own. 

We are one in many millions in our melting pot of blogs. What we do throughout our postings within our blog is uniquely ours. I tend to like to speak to the reader in “laymen’s terms” while others use the fancy elaborate words to capture their audience. Thus,It’s truly each to his own on here and that’s just fine. I find the differences in writing, styles and themes makes the reading more captivating to all of us.

What makes a blog unique? Is it the “theme”, the “writing” or the “pictures” per say? I think all blogs are unique and it’s because of all ideas being brought to the forefront. It’s capturing all of it all at once. I’ve found not one blog to be the same as another, even if the same niche is approached. They are all truly one-of-a-kind and that’s a good thing.

Blogs are done for numerous reasons. I like to think that a lot of people do them for the pure enjoyment aspect of  it all. However, some people do them to promote things or to get their name out there. But if there is no joy in doing them…then why partake in doing them?

So, we are just one in many, many millions of bloggers doing our own thing within our blog. We must understand that what we do is uniquely ours which makes us different from any other blog or blogger.  And that’s what makes it truly special to do what we do!

 

Article & Top Photo By Chrissy Smith. Other Photos Found on Google.

A Twist of Fate-Six Lug Nuts Later

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Often in the daily bustle of life we tend to forget how precious it is to us. In one swift second life can be taken away from us. With the untimely recent passing of my Uncle, I yet again am reminded of how we take “life” for granted. We go about our business day-to-day and never stop to think how things can change for us, our loved ones and others in a quick instance. 

I received a reality check about a week or so ago. I have to say I don’t have any enemies or that I knew of. I am going through some messy life changes involving my family but not sure who or whom had the gull to do to me what was done. It’s ironic that in an instance things as you know them to be can be forever changed. 

I woke up that day last week as I always do. It seemed like normalcy in my life however, it was going to be a different kind of day which would make me see the cruelty and the lengths people go to. A serious crime could have happened although, a twist of fate, luck perhaps would come about and change what could have been a serious accident or perhaps death for myself or my daughter.

I feel like I’m making a big deal out of what was a smaller incident. But after further thought of the incident I realized something much, much worse could have happened. I left my house to run your every day errands. Nothing out of the ordinary but as I was driving on the main drag so to speak, to the neighboring town my SUV started to make a loud noise. It was coming from the driver’s side front tire. I pulled over on the opposite side of the road on a turn-around spot. I was checking under the car, the axle, the tire, etc. for something loosing that was making the knocking sound. But I saw nothing. The first strange event was my daughter just happening to go by with one of her friends and stopping to see what was wrong with my car. The chances of us passing each other at that time was a mere coincidence all in itself. I got a ride from my daughter and her friend to where I needed to go. 

Anyway, we come back to my vehicle and my daughter decides she will drive it while I proceed to follow her. We plan on getting it back to my house. We are doing at least 55 mph on the main road and then proceed to the back roads at a slower pace. We are not far from my house when the tire comes off the vehicle. Luckily, we are passing tree workers and our speed is only less than 25 mph when this happens. Long story short the workers actually go and buy parts needed to fix the car. I try to offer them money and they refuse. It turns out that six lug nuts had been loosened on my driver’s side tire. Now I have no idea who would do such a thing and at first, it did not strike me funny. However, as the night went on I quickly realized that these were four new tires put on just a few months ago. Thus, there was no way all six lug nuts could or would loosen all at the same time. I also started to think of the sad realty if the tire came loose on the main road going 55 mph. I do believe in that case one of us may have gone through the windshield, if the tire had come off at that speed.

I find myself and my daughter lucky. I feel a “twist of fate” type of thing happened here. It was like some divine intervention how it all happened. But on the flip side of the coin to think that someone wanted to hurt or kill me and would go to these lengths to do so is extremely unsettling of course. It makes you wonder what the world is coming to! Thankfully, it all worked out. 

 

Article & First Photo BY Chrissy Smith. Other Photos Found on Google. 

Unshackled from the “Shackles of Life”!

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I wrote a nicely written piece this morning for this blog. It’s title was “Crap on Whole Wheat…Hold the Mud Slinging Please” but was undecided whether to publish or not. I find that if you are hesitant to publish something that it’s probably best not to do so. This post was of the personal nature of numerous family issues I am having. It was not bashing but rather getting thoughts off my chest. However, after more consideration I decided that this site and the internet are really not a good place to exhibit our personal lives to this degree. Hey, you learn something new every day:)

I am going through many life changes at the moment which greatly affect my relationship with my family. I have always had my family on my side throughout life, so I thought. But I never realized just how controlled I was until recently.  I was basically told how to live, what to drive and even where to live. I did go against their feelings on many things when it came to relationships but was still “controlled” in many, many ways. I feel that with the recent events still going on in my  life, I have become stronger. I am a very timid person who has dealt with a life of people taking advantage of that trait. People have tended to think they could walk all over me and get whatever it was they were searching for. It’s just not the case anymore. 

With the issues I’m now struggling with in life I feel I have now broken my “shackles in life” and have become “Unshackled”. By unshackled I mean free from the chains and constrictions my family has thrown at me in life. It’s a different kind of feeling of freedom. They no longer control my actions. I have and am still becoming a stronger person for what I am going through. No one should feel tied down, controlled or shackled within their lives. It’s a great feeling of helplessness, a feeling that no one believes in you or thinks you can handle things on your own. A controlling force in your life is not necessary. It actually feels as though you are insignificant and others feel you are not capable of making the right decisions on your own. It’s actually very demeaning. It belittles you and makes you feel like you are a lesser person than the controller in your life. 

While writing the other post I realized I was not thinking in the right direction. People can post personal things but should be very careful about what it is they are posting. Once on the internet-always on the internet! If it just doesn’t feel right than you should heed your initial reaction to it. I feel family and friends are impacted by what we post. And some things should always remain private. You should not display your whole life out there for the world to read about.  If it’s too personal than it should be left on the back burner. I guess my pet-peeve would be posting a lot about children, as they have no say in the matter. However, could or would read about it later on in life. I think it should be a person’s own choice to post about themselves and not be up to the parent or others to do so for them. Although, my post “Crap on Whole Wheat…Hold the Mud Slinging Please” was done tastefully something just didn’t seem right in posting it. When posting go with your instincts because as we all know, our first instinct is usually the right one!

 

Article & Photo By Chrissy Smith