Good Morning @Mazarita, @Faith-and-Hope, @Former-Member, @Former-Member and everybody 🙂 If your lurgy hasn't cleared up properly it's time to go and see a Doctor Mazy! I think the picture is coming along wonderfully Lil-caterpillar 😄 I also appreciate your morning greetings Teej 😉
Well, I have returned from the Center of my Universe 🙂 . . . and still in one piece! 😄 and I'm happy to say that all the members of said Universe are also in one piece (well, . . at least the super glue seems to be holding for now). But considering I received a payment while I was there and am broke again now, I can't help out financially for a bit; but as a wise person from this forum said 'there's more you can do to help than money': I made Easter baskets with the little ones, I combined forces with the elder ones to 'baby-sit' the youngest. I introduced a 'kid friendly' game to the middle man, no blood letting, no swearing . . . and they loved it!
I did my best to keep up with the dishes, but that was about my limit - the second youngest actually went around the house picking things up and keeping everything tidy! My child was so genuinely surprised when they got home, that their smile was enough - all on it's own - to make me feel my visit was worthwhile 🙂 My child was able to 'catch-up' on some 'workplacement hours' and even get the dreaded Easter shopping done without spying eyes 🙂
I've been thinking about the likes of gambling addiction, the feeling of needing something that is not an actual substance being introduced to the body. I think we all have it. Though an addiction doesn't gain that title until it is effecting day to day life and everybody in it. I think we all are and somewhat should be, addicted to feeling good. I think the problem with my Universe is that every member of that household uses 'spending money' to feed that addiction.
When a substance/drug is considered the problem, it can be seen, touched, smelt, tasted - hell you might even hear it sizzling on a spoon - . . . but it's obvious. - like a broken bone compared to a broken 'electro-chemical' process in the brain.
The Universe is a really big place, and we each have a different center, but the entire Universe is constantly battling. I'm glad I'm old enough to be able to step back, look at the center of mine and think "you know what, even though there is bad going on in this center, it is not as bad as the bad I know is in the Universe . . . and I am proud that my Center battles to stay within the boundaries that is does have!"
Well, I seem to be rambling . . . it is so good to be able to hear the finches and wrens singing in the bush again 🙂 . . . and the young dogs snores 😄
