Share Your World 5-11-2020

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Written for Melanie: https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/05/11/share-your-world-5-11-2020/

Questions:

  • I asked this on an award thingie I was nominated for, and I got such interesting responses, I thought I’d ask it on Share Your World too:  Do you have a favorite kind of tree? White Birch. I don’t really know why, I just love the way the bark has the black hash marks.
  • What bridges are you happy you burned? My college group of friends. They held so many grudges and their perceptions were so unlike mine that it became toxic. I used to cry about why this one won’t talk to me, or that one will. One of the group, who was like my best friend, got pregnant shortly after I had my second child. I crocheted a blanket and sent the gift to the shower. At the time Bob and I were both working full time and still struggling to pay bills, etc. I didn’t go to the baby shower because I would have had to take a shift off of work, I waitressed at the time. About a year later I saw this friend. I asked her what she had, she said a boy. I asked if she liked the blanket I made. She said she never even opened the box, it was up in the closet, because she was mad at me for not going to her baby shower.
  • Would you sacrifice yourself (die) for a stranger? Honestly, I don’t know. I mean if it was like going to work at a hospital where patients have COVID-19 then yes. If it was for the life of a child I think that would be a yes. But in the scheme of things who really knows? I think years ago it would have been more of a definite yes but now that my daughter has lost her father and her brother, I would be so afraid of leaving her with no-one.
  • How have your priorities changed since the C-19 virus took over? Not so much my priorities but my time management has. I realize also that I don’t need to do all the running around, shopping for things I don’t need.

Gratitude Section:

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I am grateful for: David and my daughter, my fairly healthy body, and the few friends who show me that they care about me just as much as I care about them.

5 Comments

  1. Melanie B Cee

    Thanks Christine for Sharing Your World! Some really good memories there and it sounds like a lovely family! 🙂 I was watching a BBC crime series show (fictional) and one character tried to arrange a reunion of her old college friends after ten years had passed. She found out, the same as you did, that those people were not folks she would care to know because they all had changed, some not for the better at all. Some people come into our lives for a reason, some for a season, and some forever.

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    1. Stine Writing

      Melanie, it is so true! I know of relationships, friendships, that I thought were tried and true but the minute you leave behind whatever it was you had in common and now don’t talk…well that’s not a deep, meaningful friendship.

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  2. Sunshiny SA, Kavitha

    I too, placed too much of emphasis on people, gave, gave and gave some more.
    There comes a stage when enough is enough.
    One cannot pour from an empty cup.
    My heart goes out to you over your husband and son.
    Writing is a good outlet Christine. It helps me too.
    I send warm regards from Sunshiny South Africa.

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    1. Stine Writing

      Thanks for reading. Sunshiny South Africa, huh? I think I say this to everyone that follows me that I want so badly to just travel…all the time. Africa is one place I have always dreamed of going.

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