Mistakes Do Not Measure A Man

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Mistakes.

I’ve made a few. 

There’s a gut wrenching moment when your attention is turned to the reality of a mistake. The “I wish I could crawl into a hole right now” feeling that seduces a desire to deny its existence. Denying, though tempting, is enslaving. Disappointing. Haunting.

Truth is where freedom from the mistake begins.

Freeing the embarrassment from lingering.

Freeing the opportunity to learn, grow, mature, correct.

The difficulty is believing my mistakes represent who I am.

But they don’t. 

They only represent what I did, at a given moment, with the knowledge, skill, and ability I had at the time. 

Knowledge can be increased.

Skill can be learned or gained.

Ability can be improved.

And I can use all those to do better.

Owning my mistakes, learning from them and correcting them…are the true measures of a man (or woman, in my case).

Things Found In My Kitchen

There are things found in my kitchen, unfamiliar, bizzarre, and abberant.



They kind of freaked me out at first.



I had never seen most of them before much less prepare or eat them; Blackfoot Paua, Crayfish, Home-Kill Lamb, and Whitebait (who eats bait?).



And some things…just do not belong in my kitchen.



Over all, I’ve managed to adapt to these extraordinary things.



But my favorite of things found in the kitchen…



are not things at all but my adorable, little people…my grand kids.

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Cee’s Black & White Photo Challenge: Things Found In A Kitchen

Bittersweet

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Finishing a book is bittersweet. You spend days getting to know the characters. Learning their nuances, their faults, their loves, their lives. They become your friends, acquaintances, enemies. And after the story ends, you miss them. Eventually you realise they aren’t a part of your world, you were just briefly visiting theirs.” ~Unknown

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(photo provided by my sister, Evie Hartness)

Memories, even bittersweet ones, are better than nothing. ~Jennifer Armentrout

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It’s kind of bittersweet. The human spirit is not measured by the size of the act, but by the size of the heart. ~Yakov Smirnoff

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Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bittersweet. Alive.” ― Joanne Harris, Chocolat

I adore the word bittersweet. I guess it because it describes so many moments in my life. Some days, I am ambivalent about that fact but even the bitter parts can taste the sweetest eventually.

My chocolate…must never be bittersweet, though. Never!

D

One Word Weekly Photo Challenge: Bittersweet

How To Fight Relationship Fires

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A gentle response defuses anger, but a sharp tongue kindles a temper-fire. ~Proverbs

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When you run out of wood, the fire goes out; when the gossip ends, the quarrel dies down. ~Proverbs

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An argumentative person in a dispute is like kerosene thrown on a fire. ~Proverbs

How do you fight fire?

Relationship fire fighting 101: Gentle responses, silence, and mollification douse fire.

I prefer my fires contained in my fireplace where I can prop my feet up, sip a hot drink and warm my weary soul…

and not in my relationships.

Don’t you?

D

One Word Weekly Photo Challenge: Saffron