You know how you plan out everything out, and you have this idea what will be. Then nothing is what you
thought or even comes close to what you pictured. It seems like this week has been about that. I had
planned out to write and what to write and excited about how I was going to put it down on paper but just seems after
the changes how can I write about it now. I can talk about my school week in
kicking some major Sex Class, Writing and whatever else I stuffed in my
brilliant mind that I have learned in the past week,
but that is annoying. I can talk about
dates that I am researching and couples that I am speaking with, and that is not boring. I do however need to start thinking of what
does come out of my mouth, now everyone that does know me in person has this in
writing. Print it, Frame it because this is not a
typical moment, and well Pigs just
flew and Texas has rain.
Sometimes I do think that if I wait and just watch what
unfolds that sometimes my writing will just land on my feet and most of the time it does. Then no worries about my
mouth and the news of whatever that will become news to write about already had
it coming out to say. They already did so much for me, so all I have to do is finish what they started. For some reason, I did not retain any of the juicy stuff
and instead it was more in regards to privacy and what to say and not to say. This is such a problem with me at the moment because
the one I never was born with a filter. Now, my daughter thinks that Sabrina
Ford is my Alter Ego that needs to put on a leash and kept in a cage. Only let out when it is for feeding time aka writing time. It was about sending emails instead of taking the time to write a
letter. The point was to convey why it is important to keep traditions going.
That normal manors continue and be passed down to next generation and why those
things are still important. So at this point I guess I am at a standstill on
what to write, but I keep going back this
privacy issue thing. I guess this issue is coming up because what is my limit
now. How far will I go and what will I write. I feel I should have the right to
say what I please, and that comes from the brain and out the shoot. Then again I
think about my loved ones whom I do love or will come across my path what if I
have to respect their wishes. What if they say NO I am not allowed to write
about them?
They say that the Truth will set you Free and that being
honest is the path to be. Then when you
look around, I never see anyone being honest anymore,
and this is going from across the board from top to bottom. Very simple to you
telling your wife no she does not look fat in that outfit when you know she
does. Alternatively, even saying to your
partner that you enjoyed dinner when damn well the cat even gagged on it. Your employees do it, Oh yes I
finished it, and it took me this amount
of time while it is still sitting on your desk. Everyone thinks of it as a white lie, and everyone looks down at dishonesty, but then everyone still does it in his or her way. When it just so much easier not
argue, and not hurt someone’s feeling by being honest. I mean there is a list I
am sure you can go down of what you tell yourself to make it ok in your head
why it is okay to go down the little white lie path. Break it down further why
was the little white lie even thought of in the first place. Most of the time
it was to protect something or someone. Think about it, you were protecting her
feelings, you were protecting your integrity
or protecting an image. Alternatively, was
it straight up fear, scared of being in trouble or say you were afraid of not
being able to take that sale on and hit sale numbers at the office.


Sabrina Ford
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