This challenge highlights the recluse, the introvert, the one off to the side. The person who seems out of place, keeps to themselves, or pleads the fifth in court. The wife with bruises, the employee who can’t look their boss in the eye, the child who won’t play with others, the one with all the knowledge who is too timid to share their groundbreaking idea.
Today’s Sunday Writing Prompt is: The Quiet One
I was the quiet one once!
I always felt too shy to speak up in class, share my thoughts with others. The fear of making a fool of myself held me back. It was always a bother for me to socialize.
Why was it so? And how I changed?
I think growing up without the guidance a mother can give, I lacked self confidence. I was had opinions but was afraid of being ridiculed so kept them to myself. I remember that when I was in med school, I answered my examiner with a little-known fact about a drug and then said that I may be wrong. He surprisingly told me not to doubt myself and that my information was correct.
This is an example of how things gradually changed for me. I slowly morphed from a shy girl into a confident woman. My age and years have also played an important part in this transformation.
Now I am not hesitant in sharing my views. I also defend my point when challenged. Sometimes, I am told, I talk too much and am too fixed about my views.
I think that it behooves parents and teachers to boost the self-confidence of children from a young age. Giving them that faith in themselves that makes them believe that their ideas and opinions are valid and they shouldn’t fear expressing them.
A little has the ability to go LONG way. A phone call from a friend, checking in on you when you are feeling down. Did you receive that PERFECT Christmas gift? It was only a few packages of red licorice from your Mom, but she knows you are a movie buff, and red licorice is your favorite movie treat. The person in line before you paid for your latte, which you paid forward to the customer behind you. Someone letting you in a long line of traffic, or sacrificing that rock star parking spot. “I threw in that load of laundry”, “I saw this beautiful succulent and bought it for you to add to your collection”, “I took the afternoon off so you can have a break from the kids”, “I’ll cook tonight”.
Today’s Sunday Writing Prompt is: The LittleThings
Small actions, thoughtful little signs
Shout loudly that someone gives a damn about you
Showing that they care and want to be there for you
Have bigger impact than grand gestures
Which stroke their own ego rather than the recipient
A single rose, a thoughtful note are all that can make someone’s day
What constitutes “trash”? Dirty diapers…yes. Rotten food…should probably be composted, but yes, something to discard. What about that barely beaten sofa you upgraded? Or the vanity that still holds a breath of life, but needs a little TLC. Grandma’s attic…everything needs to go! Garage sales and thrift shops are all about turning one’s trash into another’s treasure. Even a spouse, who their significant other decided to “discard”, but became the most valuable person in YOUR life! It really comes down to perspective…
“I’ve been looking everywhere for this!”
“Paid $3.00 for a painting I discovered was worth $50,000!”
“He is the best Stepdad I could have ever imagined!”
“Adopted this puppy from the pound, and he became my best friend.”
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I encourage you to write about “trash” that became treasure. Base it on personal experience, or compose something entirely fictional. All is welcome 🙂
Today’s Sunday Writing Prompt is: One Person’s Trash
I inherited the trait of holding on to stuff long after its original purpose had died from my father. We both were keen on repairing broken things and making them usable again. Lots of miscellaneous screws, pins, bolts, or other pieces filled a big box stashed away in a “secure place”
And yes, you guessed it correctly, I never found it when I needed it. When I had no use for it I’d see it sitting in “that place” but when I needed something from it, it was nowhere to be found. One day in frustration I threw the box away, only to find that same day that there was one piece in there that would be perfect to fix a broken gadget!
I still find it hard to pass on the opportunity of saving something that may be useful in the future, but I resist the urge. The trash may become a treasure one day, but I’ll probably won’t find it when I need it!
Seems a bit obscure, but the challenge for this week is to make us laugh using the prompt – THE NANNY
Nanny McPhee was one lovely movie about a nanny that was funny and magical. And so was Mrs Doubtfire!
My own experience with the nanny we had as kids wasn’t funny at all. In fact, all three of us siblings disliked her. She was too strict and a bit mean. Thankfully her time with us was short.
I never employed a nanny for my kids or a babysitter. I was both for them and then when I became a grandma, I was the nanny to my grandson as his mom was studying and working soon after his 2nd birthday. In fact, Nani is what we call our maternal grandmother in Urdu.
The fact that as a grandma I enjoyed my time with my grandson more because it is not full-time mothering. Less responsibility and more indulgence. He used to get his way more easily with me. More time to play or getting me too make his favorite treats. But then that’s what grandparents are for, if not for a little spoiling their grandkids?
I cannot think of anything funny to make you laugh, but one thing I am sure all of you who are grandparents or have spend time with grandparents, is that it’s the most beautiful thing in the world, after being parents. The joy is immense and makes to smile just to see their little faces.
“Not my Circus, Not my Monkeys”, is a phrase I’ve personally repeated whenever I felt thrust into other’s squabbles, and is today’s Sunday Writing Prompt 🙂
Don’t jump into the fray And don’t fight battles that aren’t yours It takes a toll on your nerves When you fight for something not your concern These are the words of wisdom often spoken to me
But I’m of the kind that always has an opinion And cannot stay quiet when things are going downhill Telling someone you care about that they are making a mistake Has often landed me in more trouble than them
Is there a middle way that I can tread Where I don’t sit aloof and see something going wrong Or get broken-hearted because I cared too much I do feel that it IS my circus, and these are my monkeys
Definitions of Shape-shifter:“A person or being with the ability to change their physical form at will.” “One that seems able to change form or identity at will; especially a mythical figure that can assume different forms (as of animals).”
In case you’d prefer something more realistic/relevant, a few suggestions came to mind:
Altering one’s own self to fit in
This week’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Shape-shifter
A woman’s lot usually, is to adapt to her circumstances Like a shapeshifter, she becomes what is required of her As her role in life changes, she changes her persona with it She possesses an ability that most men are denied It makes it easier for her to play the part life casts her in But do we ever look underneath all the mantles she dons Can we see her for what she is, beneath these different guises? Can we see her for who she really is?
Have you ever bit your tongue, then regretted it later? Were you kept awake at night, running that perfect pithy comeback or rebuttal through your mind?
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This week’s Sunday Writing Prompt: Speak Now, or Forever Hold Your Peace
It’s a phrase that has ruined many lives The regrets eat at them from inside And they live their lives trying to Imagine what they could have done differently
I say to them that we get only one chance at living So why waste it looking back at the missed chances or mistakes made Learn from your mistakes and go forward Maybe that error will prevent you from making a bigger one!
“You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain Too much love drives a man insane You broke my will, but what a thrill Goodness gracious, great balls of fire”
Great Balls of Fire can be interpreted in many different ways…a crazy lover, an atom bomb, soccer/football match, fireworks, perhaps a large meteorite on a collision course with Earth, or a man sitting far too close to the campfire
Great balls of fire! What’s happening to the world around us? Things are changing rapidly and yet they are the same Time is wizzing us by at an amazing speed but my day feels too long I miss people who I thought were friends But haven’t heard from them till this madness started Great balls of fire, what is going on? Will we ever recover the balance that we had? Will we ever return to the normal that was? Or will we have a create a new way of life for ourselves?