Welcome to Mug Shot Monday, where I show you one of my favorite mugs and you ( hopefully) show me one of yours!!!.
Today’s theme is mugs that have your name on them.
This was thing in the 80’s, that most narcissistic of decades. This mug happened to belong to my mother in law and when she died, my father in law gifted it to me. It was kinda cool she and I had the same name and nickname! Whenever I drink from it, I think of her, her sweet smile, and what a wonderful person she was.
So, do you have name mug? If so, show it to me in the comments section below, and have a great Monday!
The other day one of my favorite writers, Christie Craig, posted this on her fb page:
If I could go back and change something in my past, I’d have told the guy who broke my heart that I knew I could do better. What would you change if you could go back in time?
That’s some thoughtful question, isn’t it?
The possibilities are endless…at least for me they are.
How many times in my life have I said, “if only…”
If only I’d told my mother how my grandmother used to verbally belittle and physically hit me when she babysat me and was drinking.
If only I’d told on my step-cousins when they locked me in a closet for three hours because they didn’t like having me around and then laughed when I cried.
If only I’d told a teacher the truth about why I let that mean girl cheat off me on a test.
If only I’d reported that college professor for putting his hand on my butt, or better yet, kicked him square in the balls.
If only I’d told my father what a shitty human being he was for sosososo many reasons.
If only I’d realized sooner what a loser the first boy I’d ever gotten engaged to was.
If only I’d spoken up when I saw that man hit his little boy in the parking lot.
The one thing I certainly would change if I could go back and have a do-over is that I’d tell my mother how much I loved her when I was a teenager instead of screaming at her about how much I hated her. I really didn’t hate her. I just hated the life we had and she was the easiest one to blame.
That one haunts me more than anything else.
So, What would you change if you could go back in time?
So, last Monday I published a pity party post ( say that 5 times fast. I dare ya!) titled The Struggle Is Real…
If you haven’t read it ( shame on you!) it detailed the mental and emotional struggle I’ve been gong thru lately with my writing career. It was written when I was tired, crabby, pitying myself over the non-Rita nomination I surely thought I was going to get this year, and I think some seasonal affect disorder syndrome whittled its way in there, too.
It’s amazing how much can change in just one week’s time.
I’ve been holding on to making this information public for a few days because I wanted to publicize it at the beginning of the week as a way to brighten the week ahead. Just when I thought my writing career was pretty much going nowhere fast, I got a new publishing contract from a new ( to me) publishing house, LIMITLESS PUBLISHERS. The name of the house means so much to me because I truly feel I have no limitations on me right now.
Again, what a change a week can make in one’s attitude.
After I wrote the pity party post I was notified I’m a finalist in the New England Reader’s Choice Awards for my newest book DEARLY BELOVED;
Last week I felt hopeless my career was never going to move forward. This week I know it will.
Last week I despaired that I’d make the wrong decision in ever retiring and devoting myself to writing full time. This week I am optimistic that the choice was the correct one for my mental and spiritual well being, especially when one of my short stories, THE HOUSE ON CRIMSON STREET was published in Long and Short Reviews.