French club annuler

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clubs, French club, interests, postaday2013, speaking French

Today was supposed to be our French Club meeting at the Porter Memorial Library, but my friend who started the club called me at the Library while I was waiting, to let me know that she was ill with a migraine and everyone else was a no show. I was disappointed on the surface but deep down inside, I was quite relieved because I still haven’t recuperated from the weekend. I woke up this morning just as exhausted as I was yesterday. I really wasn’t in the mood to speak French or to help others with the attempts at speaking full phrases, my brain isn’t quite up to snuff today. If others had shown up, I would have put on a brave face and it was really nice to not have to do that.

I can’t wait for me to get back to feeling like me; this intense exhaustion is tiring. I know that my general practitioner Dr. Muellner thinks that I might have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome and I should just be patient and wait for me to get rested and feel better, but there are things to do, weeds to pull, more goodies to bake for the Historical Society and it is hard when you are lagging in energy.

I look forward to bedtime tonight, I am hoping that the fog will lift and the lethargy will fade, it would be nice for tomorrow to be energizing even if for just a little bit.

Half full or half empty?

Is the glass half-full, or half-empty?

The glass is half-full or if were to be half-empty, it is only half-empty waiting to be filled to the top. I always found it interesting that someone coined that idea to visually and symbolically explain the difference between optimism and pessimism. I must admit that I am happy and grateful to be an optimist, it makes life easier to live. I can get very dark and very sad but those days or those hours do not last for long. Those emotions and feelings are more like a wet, heavy blanket shrouding my vision and mind, the blanket isn't a permanent fixture, it gets thrown off. I'm still trying to figure out how to banish it forever but I don't know if that would be good. If you don't have occasional sadness then how will you truly appreciate happiness?

Where’s my wall?

I found this to be brave and very thoughtful.

thankyouandgoodnight

Robert Frost wrote a poem called “Mending Wall” and the interpretation we learned in class was that it was about how we build walls to keep things out like fears. We also keep people out, people we don’t like or people we are afraid to let in. Many people have walls and are afraid to let their walls down. Me? Well I don’t have a wall. I trust everyone and give everyone the benefit of the doubt. I’m friends with people who others tell me not to be friends with. I try my best not to pass judgment on people and I let everyone in. I’m not trying to say I’m a saint or that people should live like me. I have opened myself up to pain and hate. I’ve been bullied since I was little. I also don’t want pity. I don’t put walls up because they take to…

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