Author: elsims

I am on a quest to read/listen to 104 books this year. Last year, I wanted to complete 52 books, technically one book a week, and I smashed that goal. I believe I completed 60 something books. I will update once I find my planner where I wrote down the books I read. This year, I am not particular about genre or length. I just want to accomplish this goal. I usually read a book from beginning to end, even if I don’t like parts of the book. I am finding that this no longer holds true for me. I am starting to accumulate a list of DNF (did not finish) books. And it is getting longer by the day.

I don’t want to be one of those judgemental people who says a book is bad because who am I? I have never written a book. I don’t have any published works outside of magazines and newspapers. These authors have spent days and nights creating these works of art, and I respect them for it. The imagination used to create new worlds and universes, creatures, and races of people. I am amazed by how their minds work. I have to give credit where credit is due. Yet, sometimes, when I read/ listen to a book, I find myself not caring how the story ends. That is when I know the book is going to be a DNF.

I am currently at around 78 books, I just finished two that I haven’t recorded. I am looking for book suggestions. I am not really a fan of suspense or thrillers, I get impatient waiting for the reveal. I don’t like steamy romances, I think we all get it, I don’t need 2 chapters describing the sex. I have started to like sci-fi, fantasy, and of course, action. I always like butt kicking. I look forward to anything you have to share. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

I keep thinking back to the day I did a grocery pickup, and when I opened my trunk, a glass jar with sauerkraut fell out on the pavement. I said a few choice cuss words and was calculating in my head the best possible way to get this mess up. Then a young man walked up, kinda (he had a full leg brace on his left leg), and offered to help me get the mess up. I, of course, was like, “Dude, you are about as bad as me. I don’t want you hurting yourself trying to help me.” Being the gentleman that he was, he insisted and proceeded to grab a towel out of his car. I had an empty bag, and he used the towel to pick up the shards of glass off the ground. He threw some glass into the bag, and a piece of sauerkraut popped up and landed on my cheek 😂. He took a corner of the towel and gently wiped the sauerkraut off my face. And I haven’t been the same since.

That was the cutest, sweetest thing a stranger has done for me. My heart 🥰. I hope that someone, somewhere, is thinking of a kind gesture I did, and their heart is full at the memory. I hope you all have had at least one experience such as this in your life. And if you haven’t, I pray that you will. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡 💚

I stabbed myself. I stabbed myself twice. This happened a couple of weeks ago, but I am just now able to post it. No, I do not have a desire to unalive myself. And if I did, I promise you this would not be the method I use. It was traumatizing. Every time I look at my fingers, I get a little queasy. I have been having a one-sided battle with everything lately. I don’t know what the hell is going on. But I bring this up because I am struggling to wrap my mind around how people stab someone to death. I hate to say this, but there is a chance I may die if I am put in a me or you situation and knives are involved. 

I could have passed out, not just from seeing my blood coming out at an alarming rate, but because of the pain. Mind you, it was a small stabbing due to the avocado pit moving and the knife going through the avocado, striking my finger, twice. Don’t ask. Due to MS, I have decreased sensation in my hands, so the pain could have been worse. To think about inflecting that type of pain on another person disturbs me. To think about doing it repeatedly, has me distressed.

I’m going to look at stabbing deaths a lot differently going forward. So, if we are ever in a me or you situation, just shot me. Please don’t stab me. I can’t take it. And if I live through it, can you imagine how traumatized I would be. Anyhoo, watch out for those slippery avocado pits. Be well and whole. Much Love 🧡💚

P.S. No, I’m not losing it. I am really just traumatized and I needed to talk about it. This incident actually might have me going to therapy. Maybe it is bringing up some other shit I don’t know about.