Savage or SaLvage

So last night I posted the go fund me page I created for mom.  I see people immediately sharing and posting their prayers for her.  It is so warming to see people care about others.  Some of my friends on facebook are people I have met for a moment and connected with to people I have known my whole life.  I think back to all the times I have ordered fundraisers from someones kid, contributed to their causes, prayed for their loved ones, or offered comfort.  I believe in karma and I know the good I have in my life is because of it.  God is great!

Crazy how God puts someone in our life at the right time to make you laugh when you need it the most.  This morning I read the feed from my mothers husband.  She not only has a collapsed lung, but COPD, my day started very solemn.  I have been dealing with mom's stroke, recovery, relapse as a nurse.  I justify treatments, outcomes and circumstances.  I can't help but be sad every time I hear her progress regress.  Thank you God for the gift of friends and the comfort of laughter.

So today I had a very productive day of sleep.  Yes, I think that is productive.  You need your mind and body to rest for hours at some point in life.  Since I have been sick and trying to complete my class this semester, my body almost put me into a state of heck to the nah nah nah.  Funny how my position at work encourages me to tell people how to care for themselves, and I don't do that for myself.  Why is it always easier to make sure everyone else is ok?  Take care of yourself! Get some sleep!  Don't stress so much! Pray about it! Money isn't everything! Bill will always be there! But tell yourself that and you want to punch yourself in the throat.

I decided to start Savage or SaLvage to basically determine my sanity level.  We all have those wonderful times in life when we have to make a decision to do the right thing and salvage our inner person or just straight go savage on the situation.  Like tonight while I'm watching my boyfriend watch the game on the tv in an intoxicated state...I may go savage.  I mean, why in the world do men think it is a woman's duty to just except that alcohol and games go together?  Yes, this is an old issue.  No, I do not want to accept it.  No, I don't have to.  My face is hot, my lips are pursed and I am two seconds away from losing it.  3-2-1....savage wins this one....peace out!