I’VE GOT NOTHING . . .

Today is one of those days when I’ve just got nothing. It’s Throwback Thursday, so I could show you a ton of old pictures, but who cares? It’s warmer than it has been for some time, but how is that really important? I could talk about my thoughts on why PETA is suggesting that the groundhog should be replaced with a coin, but I’m sure I’d get all kinds of
“radical” responses. I could write about the ups and downs of living, but who wants to hear depressing things like that? Maybe a positive post that encourages others, lifts them out of anxious moments, but don’t even get me started.

I’m not ready for negative today. I truly don’t like confrontation. I can’t stand rejection, but how do I avoid those things. I definitely love the warmer temperatures, but they’ve been rearranged into a sea of fog and dampness. I always hope to encourage others, but some days I need more encouragement than I can deal out. I could go on a rant about the politics of today, but no one wants to hear my opinion. I should really spend the day dusting, but I’ve heard that dust is made up of dead skin, so why would I want to remove parts of us? I could talk about the aging process, but why add to people’s anxiety? There are topics which need to be addressed, but I’m too tired to deal with any of them. I think I’ll just go back to bed and hope that my muse pays me a visit. 

In the meantime, Happy Throw Back Thursday. Happy Irish Coffee Day. Don’t take any wooden nickels. Don’t jump into a frozen lake. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Enjoy your day. Live it up. Go with the flow. It’s almost Friday and the weekend is right around the corner. 

When you’ve got nothing, you can always think of something.

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About atimetoshare.me

As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension. I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog. I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ. My book, "Stages - a memoir," is about the seven stages of life from the perspective of a woman. It addresses all the things girls and women go through in life as they travel it with Jesus, and it is available on Amazon.com.
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9 Responses to I’VE GOT NOTHING . . .

  1. jboelhower's avatar jboelhower says:

    I am smiling, because I have been in that same mood, yet feel like writing. It shows how we, as people, have so much in common… even blogging moods. Have an awesome day!

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  2. 😀🙃 Sometimes you make me smile even when things seem a little upside down!

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  3. hatrack4's avatar hatrack4 says:

    The Irish might like the coffee today, but for the Scots its Burns Night and the Burns Supper. And a Happy Bonnie Wee Bobbie Burns Birthday to you. Now, be careful with the dram of Scotch you might use for the toast…

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  4. Sometimes, we just need time to relax and then ideas come. Hope you feel better in the morning. It’s all rain and fog at my house too and now people are online talking about civil war. They really need to read history…I’d read your rants lol sometimes, we just need to.

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  5. Now all smiles here. Your humor and wit help to warm up today’s journey. I’m still chuckling from PETA and the use of a coin flip for Groundhog Day. I appreciate how your nothing turned into a blessed something.

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