I worry My love, my soulmate will not grow old with me. I worry I will become an angry, bitter old woman without you. I worry Our children, our granddaughter will miss you and struggle in your absence. I refuse to worry!
“Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.”
My favorite representative, my husband, whom I love, ran for a different seat this campaign season, Osceola County Clerk of Court. His reasons for running a different seat? He believed his service is best suited at the local level and expressed the need to be near his mother, who is suffering from Alzheimer’s disease. Although he did not win, he is a true champion!
Despite the Coronavirus, I witnessed John’s determination, his hard work in running the campaign with a small team of volunteers doing literature drops, phone banking, commercials, and mailers. However, he ran into stumbling blocks along the way, challenging the incumbent who was a difficult decision to make due to a 30-year friendship.
Many did not support John during his campaign for a multitude of reasons. I will not mention names, but I am sure they know who they are.
His vision was unwavering, those in power did not like his honesty in telling it like it is, but he persevered.
This man who is John Cortes, Florida State Representative of District 43 of Osceola County, was born in Brooklyn, New York and raised in Puerto Rico. He studied in John Jay College of Criminal Justice and is a retired Corrections officer. John knows all too well the plight of those struggling to make a better life. He is living proof that anyone can be what they set their minds to be and be successful.
His third term as state representative comes to an end in November, and his future is full of promise. His experience as a state legislature will open doors, and he would be a welcomed asset to any organization. He looks forward to future endeavors doing community works. That is where he does best to serve the community.
Did you ever wonder what kind of work will make you happy? I work and feel like there is so much more I can contribute, but leaders do not see me. And I am treated as though I a mere appliance, to take off the shelf as needed. They don’t care about my ideas or aspirations or solutions.
In my role, I push paper, file paper, contact employees and applicants, and at times are given a morsel of brain exercise, I get excited, and then to be let down.
I want to develop my creativity, I love to write, but even that is bland lately. I need something that will charge me up to the point of no return, to where I am passionate, obsessed, and full of enthusiasm.
My day job is working in Human Resources, but my position is not challenging. I need more, and there is none.
This feeling is not all of a sudden, and it has been a long time coming. I have not done anything about it, hoping for some miracle or change or fire to set off so my butt can move forward and form a new career path.
I have spoken about this topic before, and I still cannot get a handle on how to solve it. My ideal is to just get up and quit, but realistically I have bills to pay.
Hope Is when a door opens amid dismay. Hope Is when light shines through the darkness, full of opportunities to start a new one. Hope Is when tragedy strikes, there is unity and love to cope. Hope Is when you are not alone in the battle and struggles of everyday life. Hope Is happiness coming around the bend of despair. Hope Is never losing sight it exists, it happens when least expected.
My emotions are running high today, and I lost another friend, she was a pastor, an amazing prayer warrior of God, an educator, and a loving mom to her children and wife to her husband.
This year is full of heartbreak, and I am trying to manage all of my feelings. It is hard!
I go day to day doing what is right, go to work, live my family life, and so on, so what is going on inside my head?
And to cope, I did a little Karaoke online last night, and I joined in to do a recording of Alpha and Omega, an influential Christian song, it touched me so much that I broke down. It took a few takes, but I joined in with 18 others, so when you hear it, it sounds as though I sang in a choir. It was beautiful.
I guess this is grief? It is heartwrenching! I wouldn’t say I like it when I get this way. I get annoyed with myself when this happens. I am working through it as a fighter, and I won’t let this keep me down. I know losing friends is not easy.
I will pull through, just saying.
“Elections belong to the people.”
Let the games begin, and it is about to become a political salsa! Vice President Joe Biden finally made his decision to choose Senator Kamala Harris as his running mate for Vice President. As a voter, it is the first time in a long time I felt hope for our future.
I’m not too fond of the negative ads running since the announcement. It is such a turnoff to me when there is so much mudslinging instead of sticking to a platform.
What happened to ” do your research!”
And when the mudslingers throw their dirt, we as voters should do our due diligence in doing our part to make sure the right candidate is deserving of casting our vote.
Some companies and lobbyists will pour into the winning candidate. I would research that as well. I know it sounds like a lot of work, but to me, it so worth the time.
And for those that are not registered, perhaps, they lost their way. I am here to say, don’t dismay.
It is our right to vote! It is our reserved seat at the table, unite, and together we have the power for change. Don’t give up!
“Elections belong to the people. It’s their decision. If they decide to turn their back on the fire and burn their behinds, then they will just have to sit on their blisters.”
― Abraham Lincoln
The primaries are coming, and voters are tense in anticipation of the outcome on August 18, 2020. Many are cheering on their favorite candidates and not caring about how they come across to fellow voters. Realistically, many don’t care!
Dirty politics should not have a place when it comes to deciding on who to vote for, pure and simple, but is it elementary? There should only be continuous research on the voter’s part.
Stop listening to empty rhetoric from candidates and the voters.
Furthermore, let us not forget those groups that put out negative messaging!
In my county, the elections are hot, and people argue ongoing, nonstop to no end. It has become overwhelming!
I, for one, have begun to distance myself from the media, and social media I don’t comment. It does not matter whether it is at the presidential level or the local races; it is all the same all around.
Consider this my rant for the day, and politics can get to you if you allow it.
Respect! It is earned, not assumed. It is mutual, and not squandered. Respect! From the heart, not below the heel. Relationships are nourished and cared for from the deepest part of the soul. Respect! It is an investment and it is ongoing. It is to treasure along with the bond of love. Respect! It is an investment you value so not to lose out and separate. Respect! It is mutual, don't devalue it. Respect! If not careful, you will spend it alone.
Many of us have people come into our lives for a season, someone who impacted you in some way or changed your perspective on life. Pastor Charlane was that person; sadly, she passed away.
Pastor Char, as she was known, was an amazing woman, a mighty warrior of God. She dedicated herself to the salvation of souls.
I met her in 2006 at a Christian retreat. My daughter invited me, and Pastor Char was one of the presenters. I remember her passion and her determination to bring us closer to knowing our Lord and Savior.
I was skeptical, and I did believe in God but not invested in him. I was your typical believer, attended service only on the holidays, or if someone passed away or was getting married. I admit, it is shameful to recognize, but it is true.
To know Pastor Char, it would surprise you that she was not always a pastor, but an educator. I learned a lot from her in every bible study group she taught. I was not a willing participant at first, but she had a way of making you feel at ease in a group of 12 ladies of faith.
I learned to search my inner self, to forgive those who hurt me and move on. The list is long and vast. I am better for it, and I am grateful for you, Pastor Charlane.
May you rest in peace and God bless.
Self, where are you? I have been searching for you, for so long. I met you when I was young. Now I don't feel you I don't recognize you. Self, help me to find you. I long to see you again, to explore, your capabilities again. Somehow life got in the way of fulfilling the self as it should be. Someday, you will be with me again.