I’ve been hiding lemons from you.
Confused? Then please allow me to point you to the top-right corner of this page, where my tagline sits:
Being a SAHM, a wife & a wannabe writer
would be easier if life would stop chucking things at my head.
Like lemons. And poop.
Throughout my life, I have proved to be resilient.
I’ve been thrown some pretty serious lemons, and somehow managed to make lemonade out of them.
I roll with the punches, I laugh when it seems inconceivable, I hold my calm in rough waters in the hopes that smooth sailing is just around the corner.
But this past month, the Universe went back to the trees and grabbed a couple big yellow ones. Then snuck up behind me, poised in pitch, muttering “Try and make lemonade outtta these, Muthufukkah!”
But they didn’t hit me directly.
So they aren’t my lemons to talk about here.
But that doesn’t mean they weren’t doozies. That they haven’t bruised me and caused me to stumble, sleepless and busy the past few weeks*.
* Thus, my ranting, pissed-off, curse-filled post earlier in the week.
Let me start by saying that I am very protective of my loved ones.
If so much as a rogue ant crawls up on someone I care about, I immediately swat that invader away and turn it into organic pulp with my shoe. “You messed with the wrong woman, you stupid Pachycondyla verenae!”
So when Life’s lemons get aimed at them? I put my ass-kicking boots on.
I want to punch the shit out of these lemons for even thinking about coming in this direction.
But then again, I recently made it public that not a fan of punching, so I’d hate to seem a hypocrite.
I’m working on my lemonade. I’m thinking up recipes as time passes, as things get a little better, and those involved deal and heal.
It is hard being the steady, patient, rational one sometimes. Or over and over and over again, as in my case.
And I’m just tired of this shit.
Also? It is hard having this wonderful forum to write and process things, yet have the biggest lemons in my life be subjects I can’t actually discuss here.
So, Universe, if you are listening: I’ve had my fill of lemons, ThankYouVeryMuch. Can you please back the fark off after this last one?
I’m frigging sick of lemonade.
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This post was in response to The Lightning & The Lightning-Bug Flicker of Inspiration Prompt.
Sea of Yellow
Take any part of the photo and weave it into a tale or let it trigger a memory. Let yourself feel the warm Spring day this was taken on and remember the wonder and curiosity of youth at each new discovery. Write your piece in 500 words or less…
When I first looked at this photo and read the prompt, I saw three images/memories that I wrote quickly about in my short post Writing Prompts: What Do You See?.
It didn’t take long for me to realize that what those non-literal-“Sea of Yellow”-things had in common, were that they were symbols of a few of my proverbial lemons*.
* “Yellow” was a word in the prompt. Lemons are yellow. Proverbial lemons are not yellow, but alas, this is how my brain works. I apologize if this makes no sense to you normal humans.
I’ve had a big one going on that I can’t talk about (in the midst of others), and since writing helps me process things, this has been killing me.
So I wrote about it. I asked permission. And the person/people (<– See how vague I can be?) who were hit most directly with the lemon said “No, you can’t say that on your blog”. I respect that answer.
Katie‘s method of prompt responses got me thinking that I could re-write my first response, and make it vague. But still keep the core message.
Because, really, I’ve got so many citrus-shaped bruises on me by now, I could be talking about anyone or anything at this point. Ha. Lucky me.
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