Never Forget 9/11

Ten years ago today I was sound asleep, comfortable and safe in my own bed. My father knocked on my door and stirred me slightly from the deep sleep I had found myself in, mentioned something of a plane in New York and left my room. I was so out of it then, I could not tell you how much he had said or what exactly he had said at all really. I do remember it didn’t sit well with me though, because it just didn’t make sense. The whole thing just seemed very strange and felt quite unsettling. Of course that naturally woke me up from the slumber I had been in and provoked me to make my way down the stairs in my childhood home. I found members of my immediate family sitting with eyes wide open (some with tears) in shock looking to the television screen in the living room. Something pulled at my heart strings, before I even knew what they were watching. I remember I ran into my dad pretty quickly once I was down the steps and asked him what he had said about a plane in New York – and that’s when my father told me and I finally understood how our country was attacked. My heart instantly sank and I felt a knot in the pit of my stomach. I ended up bawling my eyes out that day and several to follow; not only for my country – as I am a proud American, but for people I didn’t even know who were involved directly at ‘ground zero’. I could not begin to imagine the horror those people had to undertake that day, as well as the days following.

What’s Perfection Any Old Way?

Perfect. The word stands alone for meaning something that seems so unattainable in the broader sense of things. Of course as individuals it’s often easy to have our own version of perfection in life. To make our own guidelines to what makes something so ‘perfect’ in our eyes. Unfortunately, sometimes we strive so hard for that level of perfection that we refuse to allow the natural course of trial and error to enter willingly in our lives. That refusal can only cause more error in the long haul as inevitably, it’s completely unavoidable. We all make mistakes and we all must either choose whether or not we learn from them as we go along. It’s not always easy to swallow these potential mistakes, but it’s something all humans have in common – whether one wants to admit that or not. I personally have sat down so many times within the last week wanting to write up the “perfect” first entry for this new website of mine. I wanted to broadcast this awe inspiring clear message of revelations, reflections and readiness. A how I got to this point in my life and why writing is so important to me type of tale. Unfortunately, I have come to the conclusion it is best to swallow down my prideful moment and accept that any readers I may attain on this journey of mine may not always get “perfection” from me. I am human after all – and though I have been writing for many years now, I still make plenty of mistakes.