Freedom From Fear


I lived in fear all my childhood life. Fear of being hit, fear of dropping my fork at the dinner table and being back handed, fear of what might come next. Living in fear was not really living at all. Fear was something I could not see, but I could definitely feel it in my whole being, everyday. The amount of fear that laid inside me, caused my heart to weaken under the stress over the years.

Today, I see so many people in the world, living in fear as well. The fear of catching the Corona Virus, fear of losing their jobs, their health insurance, their livelihood. Living in fear of the known and the unknown is almost a constant in our lives. Fear can be almost paralyzing, and it can also be stimulating.

Living in fear as a child, I was almost paralyzed to live. Sure I had a few good moments, but looking back, I really did not enjoy much of anything to speak of. It wasn’t until I was sixteen years old, when the overwhelming fear of living in fear built up inside me, and began to unravel. Suddenly I realized I had two choices. To live or to die.

The physical and emotional pain of fear was so intense that dying seemed to be the best option. For years, I just wanted to die. I honestly thought that this was a way of life because I had nothing in my life to compare it to. Little did I know that living was just on the other side of my fears.

To this day I do not know what caused me to get up and stand up for myself one day, except for the fact that my mind somehow told myself that if I was going to die anyway, I might as well give it a good fight. So I did. And something amazingly happened.

Call it a flash of light, a spark of hope, a new unfolding freedom. Suddenly all this fear that I had inside me about dying changed and created a new path to the living. The fear immediately shrunk and dissipated. My whole life now lay in front of me, like a tree extending its branches to reach the sunlight. I could breathe, something so simple that I had been doing all along, but yet now was no longer heavy it was now appeasing.

I still have some fears today. Some of my fears are real and some of them are just fears that I create. Some of my fears are still paralyzing as I felt not to long ago being at the top of a ladder. I could not move, literally. Standing there with my hands gripped so tightly to the sides of this ladder, and crying, all I could envision was me falling. Once again, I considered my options. To live or to die. So with a deep breath, I began to move, and I managed to get down safely to my freedom.

My hope today, is that we can all examine our fears and begin to move. Nothing is more paralyzing than staying stuck in fear and not really living. We do have choices if we just recognize them. Beauty is in life, and so therefore, my choice today is to live.

I want to live, don’t you?

I am a survivor!

Just thoughts

Bridgette~

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We The People


If a political party in government is NOT for their own people, then they should not be in control. Period. Who are these people that support them? In my own opinion, that is the same as not caring about your own home and caring more about your neighbors home.

If a political party opens the border to their own country allowing the unvaccinated no background check in its own country, without regard to its own people while enforcing its own people to be vaccinated to work, travel, etc., something is wrong! And, might I mention, all the while, their own homes owned by the government including the White House, are surrounded by fences and security, what is it saying to its own people? Who supports this political party?

What is the truth about anything for that matter. Will we ever know? We live in a world where the truth is based on which ever political party you listen to, right? Which ever political party has the most props, coercion techniques, money, power, enforcement, psychological warfare, wins the game, right? Give that a thought!

As for myself, I have NEVER in my lifetime, felt more unsecure, unprotected, ashamed, about my own country than I do today. The 2020 election damaged this countries whole thought process on the voting system. Why even vote, if your votes do not matter? Why vote if the results can be manipulated to serve a political parties agenda?

If you do not believe in your own countries foundation in which is was built upon, then take your agenda and go find yourself a nice little island and create your own country! Get out of mine! There has got to be plenty of people like me out there who enjoys their freedom and doesn’t care to have their God given civil liberties taken away by anyone!

Governments are totally out of control. This has been going on behind the scenes for years. Mega corporations are totally out of control as well. The biggest problem of this all, is that we feed them! Yes, we do! We buy their phones, we fill their websites, we provide them personal data, we are stupid people. What gives a social network company the right to ask me about my health? What gives a social network company the right to ask me if I vote? What’s even sicker is the government trying to pass a bill that will make the banks report to them your transactions, deposits, and withdrawals. Talk about the government trying to control us! It’s all happening folks!

Wake up people! This is not just an American issue, this is a mankind issue!

Just thoughts!

Bridgette~

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The Big Clean Up


Today, I’m going through the house and doing a big clean up. What a better way to make some extra cash but to go through the house and sale unwanted, no longer needed, never used, items! I have discovered items that have been in my closets for years. I have found items hidden in my cabinets.

The trickiest part of all this selling is that you never know what people want. I have had past garage sales and the strangest items have sold. So my advice to you, is put it out there anyway! Believe it or not, letting go of items, can actually make you feel better and now you have some extra cash!

Now that I have listed some of my useless items for sale, I can now get ready for work. I do apologize for the short write!

Bridgette~

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100 Envelope Challenge


How would you like to save $5050 dollars in 100 days? By now some of you might have heard about the 100 day 100 envelope challenge, but for those of you who haven’t I thought I would share. This method is a great way to save money.

Take a 100 envelopes and number them 1 to 100 in chronological order. Next shuffle the numbered envelopes and put them in a box. Each day, draw an envelope out of the box and put the exact amount in the envelope that corresponds to the number written down on the selected envelope.

For example, if you pick an envelope with the number 37 on it, you put in $37 dollars.

This method works. At the end of a 100 days you will have saved $5050 dollars! That is just a little over 3 months.

What’s great about this method is you can change it up. Lets say, you don’t have a lot of money to put back everyday. Instead of putting money in an envelope everyday, try once a week. In a 100 weeks, that is less than 2 years, you will have $5050 dollars.

What’s even better is if you have 2 people in the family that can put money in the envelopes. Try alternating weeks. This way you are only contributing to the envelopes twice a month, or every other day, which ever method you prefer.

There are so many creative ways to save money. I knew one lady that would save her $5 bills every year, and each year she would take a vacation with that money. I also heard of a man that saved every .05 cent or nickel that he received and he would put them in jars. I do not know how long it took him, but this very same man drove up to a car dealership and bought himself a brand new pick up truck with his jars of nickels. I guess it took the car dealership a while to count all those nickels cause it made the local newspaper! 😉

Are you saving any money today for those rainy days or for a beautiful vacation?

Money Talks

Bridgette~

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Fictional Romance Chapter 1 Part 4


As I sat there reminiscing about my past and the tragedies that I have endured, I was brought back to the here and now by the sound of Monica’s voice calling for me from our living room.

“Savanah,” with the nuiscance sound of a giggle.

“Yes?”, I reluctantly replied.

“Will you come out here for a second, there is someone I would like you to meet.”

With my insides churning, I hesitantly put down my old rugged guitar nervously held in my grasp. I open my bedroom door and appear next to Monica.

“Hello,” I muster up shyly.

“Why hello, you must be Savanah. I have heard so much about you.” the guy with the boyish face said with a smile, reaching out his hand toward me.

“Why yes” I replied simply. My hands are starting to tremble. Sending out a return handshake was all I could do.

By now Monica is stroking his wavy brown hair and standing close to him and all the while with her hand placed upon his muscular back.

“My name is Jet” he says.

“Nice to meet you,” I reply.

I withdraw my hand from the strength of his hand, and stand their numbly.

In a quick moment of silence, I excuse myself and head back towards our kitchen. I begin to fumble around for a glass and pour myself some water from the kitchen sink. Sipping it silently, Monica begins in a loud voice,

“Jet and I met a few weeks ago and I’m sorry I didn’t introduce you two sooner! He just moved here from California.”

Raising my eyebrows and holding onto what little emotion I had left, I managed to squeeze out,

“That’s nice!,” as I head toward my bedroom, and shut the door behind me.

Frustrated and now confused, I am overwhelmed with a sense of madness. “A few weeks?, “ I mutter underneath my breath.

I put my headphones on and tune into whats playing on my favorite Pandora station, Queen! The song, ‘Another One Bites The Dust.’ Ha! Ha! Coincidence, perhaps, I do not care at this point. Shedding my clothes and crawling into my bed, I flip my hair back, and begin to squeeze my pillow. A tear manages to trickle down my face. I close my eyes, and has the sound of soft giggles fill the room once more, my mind drifts off to another place in time.

Sitting by the fire light wrapped in his arms, now seems annoying. How could I have been convinced to share myself with a guy like that? I never saw Monica in the crowd. Quite honestly, I didn’t really see anyone but us. The way he spoke to me and caressed my hair, pulling it away from my green eyes. I never had anyone touch me like he did. I never really had anyone to even speak of since my last fling, over a year ago.

Most girls want to find someone to hang onto. I never did. I guess hearing my brothers joke and laugh about the women that they had, made me realize that boys are just that, boys. I never really experienced much love between my parents either. My mother always seemed so damn cold, even when my dad would come home from long hunting trips. I had nothing to compare love to only heartbreak songs that would play out on my old truck radio. I could never really find a good signal to play my phone anywhere out on the road. This small town is surrounded by cornfields and hills leading towards a large group of trees that fill the outskirts of the countryside. Plenty of good hunting grounds if you ask me.

Fictional Romance

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