Liberty is the privilege to do whatever makes you happy within your own timing and freedom of choice.

Lately, my liberty has been relinquished. My power wheelchair malfunctioned last Wednesday, and the repairman came, looked at it, and said, “It needs a new motor, two weeks.” (Whaaa?) Why don’t you just punch me in the gut? That little occurrance took away my freedom, my legs, my ability to go where I wanted. I was totally grounded. (And I didn’t even deserve it!) I was literally trapped inside these four walls. I have a deeper appreciation for those people who are in a normal wheelchair and must depend on others for mobility. Someone pushed me to therapy, then someone pushed me back to my prison. You know, prisons don’t always consist of jail cells and bars. I absolutely hated it!

I wanted to go to the sidewalk sale this weekend, but my attitude ridden teenage daughter didn’t want to push me there. No amount of bribery would work. I ultimately gave up.

I had no outside lounging soaking up vitamin D. (You know how much I like that.) I could do nothing. Add other disappointments, and it’s sum equals a really horrible week.

I can sincerely understand why people go to war for their God-given liberties. (It’s a far reach, but I’m going there.) Freedom and independence are the reasons people fight against tyranny and oppression. Being decision limited makes one truly unhappy. When your freedoms are taken away (or limited) you just want to go kicking and screaming (or shooting, whatever it takes. I think we should have a dance-off!) for your way of life. I get it. I have a new respect for our armed force Veterans throughout the many, many years. The Stars and Stripes (or whatever flag you salute) is a waving symbol of that ultimate sacrifice by so many.

Luckily, some wonderful people have worked hard to get me a loaner. I finally have my freedom back. I immensely dislike depending on others and mechanical things for my independence, but that’s a fact of my current life right now. My liberty is restored after a long week and much relentless complaining. The squeaky wheel eventually gets the grease. (That happens in life and war!) Thank God for all your big and small liberties.

Prerogative – 7/7/17

Prerogative is an interesting word. I thought I knew what it’s definition was, but when I googled it I found much more. (In my day, ohhhh I sound old, we looked it up in the dictionary or encyclopedia to learn more. Kids don’t even comprehend what an encyclopedia is! They were a set of books that were full of handy info. We were very privileged to have a set at home! Otherwise, we could’nt complete our reports or research papers without going to the library. Nowadays google replaces the encyclopedia! The phrase “go look it up” has been transformed to “google it.”) 

Google helped with the spelling, too, I would not have spelled it that way. Okay, it means A right reserved for a particular person or group. It is derived from the Latin word ‘to vote.’ I just thought it was doing something I wanted to do. (But I live in a free country and I have free agency, so I guess it still applies.)

My prerogative has been stunted since the stroke. If I want something I can’t reach, I have to ask for it. If I want to go and do, I must usually ask for help. (Not very fun!) My type A personality has learned a lot of patience. (To put it lightly!)

It is also my prerogative to write this blog. I know many people expect and enjoy my daily rant, but I have the choice when I write. (By the way, thank you so much for all the awesome comments and all the likes! I appreciate the support, even from the quiet readers.) After some input from family and friends, and the fact that my days are getting busier, I have decided (which is my prerogative) to write in my blog only when the ideas hit me. 

This blog has served as my therapist and sounding board. (I don’t have a bartender to dump on.) I have not held back, and I have been brutally honest. (No matter how embarrassing!) I do appreciate your feedback, and the fact that you even read my incessant blabbering. You, the readers, have helped me stay positive in my recuperation. Thank you for your unseen (and seen) network of unity. (The Kim Crew!) I am truly blessed. (I’m not worthy!)

Easier Wrong or Harder Right? – 6/10/17

Success in this thing we call life hinges on our decisions. Make a wrong choice, and you’re going to suffer the sting of the negative consequence. We’ve all experienced that, and we’re smarter for it! (Sad to say!) A right choice will bear a happy positive result even though that right choice was probably a lot more difficult to do. Thus easier is wrong- harder is right. It’s about choosing to live with integrity.

In Lewis Carrol’s ‘Alice in Wonderland,’ Alice is faced with a crossroad where she must determine which way to proceed. She consults the Cheshire Cat to help her decide. The cat answers, “That depends where you want to go. If you do not know where you want to go, it doesn’t matter which path you take.” That is so true. If you possess no direction in your life, it does not really matter what your decision will be. We must select our personal North Star in which to sail toward. I think that is the key problem with our society. Most children aren’t given the right centering in their lives. Then when those choices present themselves (and they will) they are not correctly equipped to make that choice correctly. Then the resulting consequence is that they end up on an incorrect path, and they are blights to society, gain bad habits, and hurt those around them.

Even if right decisions might be formidable, we need to strive to make them. Our lives will reflect on our choices and consequences. (Choose wisely)  Make that choice before it happens, and it will be easier when the situation presents itself. To make that choice early, we must constitute ourselves on a substantial, stable foundation.

My stability is Christ. My foundation is His teachings of truth and love. President Monson also said, “May we choose to build up within ourselves a great and powerful faith which will be our most effective defense against the designs of the adversary—a real faith, the kind of faith which will sustain us and will bolster our desire to choose the right. Without such faith, we go nowhere. With it, we can accomplish our goals.” President Monson is a knowledgeable and trusted leader of ever-flourishing LDS church. Right now his advanced age is preventing him from being a visual part of the church, but I am sure he still plays an integral part. Everything he says is amazing. He propels me to be a better person. (I need that badly.)

Kelly Perdew is a keen and powerful businessman who won Apprentice, Season 2. After that he worked with the Trump organization. He went to law school and the US Military Academy at West Point excelling in military leadership. He wrote a book “Take Charge” which extols the importance of integrity in leadership. I am sure he is a heavy hitter in the business and political circles. Now, more than ever, we need upright, honest people in our top government and commerce arenas. It is vital that they listen to his voice of reason. (To put it lightly!)

Many important people understand the importance of making the right decisions in your life. Even though it may be difficult, “Choose the right way and be happy!”