V.J.’s Weekly Challenge


I have had so much going on lately that I have had the urge to give up on my pastimes, my hobbies, the things I enjoy. I think it is my body’s and mind’s reaction to stress. Sort of a depressive state. I realized tonight that I won’t ever really live in my home again. I am moving on…not necessarily my choice but something I must do. I know I have so much to be thankful for, that I feel guilty feeling so down. I often wonder if people feel the way that I do; like my life is always in some sort of limbo. I mean, does life ever feel comfortable, like there isn’t anything that has to get done?

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #95: bits and pieces

Written for: https://onewomansquest.org/2020/05/11/vjs-weekly-challenge-95-bits-and-pieces/

Less than a month ago I bought my guinea pig, Beary, a brother and named him Oreo. I had them separated for almost two weeks but they would squeal at each other from their perspective cages, so they are now living in one.

Their habitat consists of those cubes you put together with the circle-thingies. I originally had a 3 X 2 habitat, each cube is about 14″. Well that wasn’t big enough. Now the cage is 4 X 2 and has two levels! We built a ramp and this way they both have their own areas if they want to. Right now they just follow each other from one place to the next. I do think they love their new mansion home.

Now I use bits and pieces of the cubes to make little apartments.

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #91: transported


We Win!

If I could be transported 

To any time or place 

I’d go back to the first day 

I got to see your face.  

I remember it so clearly 

Even though you turned away 

You didn’t really know 

You’d meet me on that day.  

We’ve always stayed together 

Through thickness and through thin 

We get along so perfectly 

It’s like we always win! 

©2020 CBialczak Poetry

Cliché: V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #86:

For: https://onewomansquest.org/2020/03/02/v-j-s-weekly-challenge-86/

Wondering about life

Is it cliché to say 
I’m moving on with my life 
even though I want to stand still 
and let the tears cleanse my soul? 
Or am I stuck in a rut? 
Unable to move on 
because the emotional pain 
keeps coming back? 
Where does this road end 
and the new one begin? 
Where does the sunshine  
dry up all the rain? 
When do I learn how to 
look for a brighter future? 
How do I keep myself focused  
on the positive things I now have 
in my life and ignore 
Is it cliché to say  
I will try one more time? 

©2020 CBialczak

VJ’s Weekly Challenge: regulars

When I think of regulars I think of Charlie. If anyone is reading this that worked with me at the restaurant I believe you are smiling right now. I will never forget Charlie. Genuinely nice. I remember one year I asked him to come to Christmas Eve dinner at my house. He was alone and I loved having an open door for Christmas Eve. He never did come. I don’t think Charlie is here with us anymore. RIP Charlie.

I can list so many other regulars that have been in my life. The guy on Saturday mornings that came for a cup of coffee and always left 25 cents for the tip. The couples who would order the same thing every time. Now I am a regular at two places, one for breakfast, one for lunch and dinner. I do order almost the same thing every time. What is it with the regulars?

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #79: Subtraction

After my husband passed away in 2018 I decided I was done with all of the stuff we had accumulated as a couple. I wanted to minimize my load and start fresh. I sold just about everything! Dining room furniture, dishes, pots, pans, pictures, clothing, books, stereos, Christmas decorations, I mean everything! I kept the real important stuff that meant something to me but I let go of the rest. It felt good and bad. I cried over it so many times. I mean that was the past 20 years of my life being sold or donated! But, as I had been told by more than one person, this was my new life, I had to get used to it.

After my son passed away in 2019 I got rid of even more. I kept the things that I felt were good reminders of who he was as a person, the rest was just stuff. I wasn’t able to keep his room intact for long, unlike other people who find comfort in it. To me it was just a fake sense of “maybe he will be back”. Like I have said before, “everyone does it differently”.

So, when I think of subtraction, I have a lot less than I did even two years ago. I have gained some things like a wonderful companion and friend who shows me so much love. I have also gained, or actually regained, a wonderful relationship with my daughter, who is probably one of the most beautiful, caring, smart people I know. It feels okay sometimes to live with less. Sometimes I think how it would be nice to just turn back time and maybe get rid of a lot of it without losing two people I loved but God has made his decisions and that I must live with. The clutter is something I can live without!

V.J.’s Weekly Challenge #72


My Wish 

Once I wished I could climb to the top of the highest mountain.  

When I got there, I wished I could soar through the clouds like an eagle. 

While soaring, I wished I could dive into the ocean and catch a large fish for dinner. 

After catching the fish and letting him go, I wished I could swim to a beautiful coral reef to see the clownfish. 

Once I saw the clownfish, I wished I could have that beautiful fish at my home.  

That wish can’t come true. 

I have to leave that clownfish in his own home. 

He needs his home to survive.  

My house cannot meet his needs. 

I wish that I lived on the side of an ocean where I could have an underwater bedroom with a glass window to see the fish swim by. 

I wish all of the clownfish could know that they should swim by my window, where they would be safe. 

VJ’s Weekly Challenge #69


As I sit quietly waiting I ponder my reason for being here.

Is it the quiet inside my car? Is it the bustle all around me?

As I sit quietly waiting I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Should I be tense right now? Should I be sitting well relaxed?

As I sit quietly waiting I turn my gaze toward the side door.

Is that him exiting the building? Is it that time already?

As I sit quietly waiting I feel the quiver through my body.

Is that my nerves that he may see me? Is it anticipation?

As I sit quietly waiting I feel a heat travel through my body.

Is that a flame waiting for kindle to reignite it? Is it shame?

As I sit quietly waiting I realize the bond was broken years ago and I do not want to go back.