I had a friend tell me recently he admired how I don’t sweat aging or what my age actually is because I had already been through so much with my health.

If you haven’t been there, it’s hard to make it understood how it feels to face death. All to realize the small things or what we used to worry about doesn’t matter anymore. I know how difficult it is to sincerely feel indifference to the many concerns that once dwelled in ones mind. Thanks to my trachea, I can honestly say I am there.

One thing how venting on this blog helped me was learning that some of my ruminations and venting weren’t actually helping my situation but were actually making me more stuck. We all can do that in real life, don’t we?

I had assumed it was quite the opposite. But it does delay the healing.

Knowledge is power, sharing is charitable, but any ruminating on pain only keeps things fresh, and in the mind where our mind should be healing our future and getting well so that any toxicity of your past will have no more grip, or CONTROL.

It’s normal to remenisce, but to hold on to what wasn’t real, or to what was toxic to your health is detrimental to any moving forward.

If you are an adult reading this, you know what is holding you back, what you have to release from. You know as well as I do, facing what you have to is what will lead a person to healing.

There’s an old adage; ‘Whatever or whoever has made you feel happy in your mind, even without it or them being around, for more than seven years, are meant to be in your life.’

I have a circle of people and a few things that have done just that for me.

Everyone enjoys music, but since I could walk, I have always found music to be healing and give me nothing but happiness. I always say, music is medicine.

Choose wisely what you ruminate over on, and most definitely, be sure it’s honest. Happy helps as well. If not, it can hinder who you are intended to be.


Some things from my past I desire to relive over, and over again. Fleetwood Mac is one of them. I’ve been to many concerts and met many musicians, but saw Fleetwood Mac in concert more than any other. 2015 was actually better than 1982, and if you have enjoyed them as well, you get why this is a happy occasion to rehash over, and over again. 

Brevity is the key to clarity.


I am a mama, wife, freelance writer, childrens rights activist, singer/songwriter, self employed music producer, music enthusiast, and dry comedian. Also, have lived and won the fight of ambiguous injustice in misdiagnoses, health challenges, and recovery. Along with being highly opinionated, all for your entertainment and my creativity. ALSO possibly the biggest Elvis Presley fan you'll ever meet, without collecting all the junk. ~~~~~~~~~~~
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