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N.E. Nordstrom

Thursday, August 25, 2016

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Friday, August 4, 2016
Standing on my Own Two Feet
By N.E. Nordstrom
     I’m trying to figure out why I insist on going it alone. Why do I perceive weakness in asking for or accepting help and yet admire those who lend a helping hand to others and accept the hand of others in return?
    Independence is probably part of it. A belief that independent means self-reliant. It means you don’t burden others. You figure it all out on your own. What does that get you, though?
     I’m not talking about when buying your first car, moving up the career ladder, or trying to better yourself. These are sole endeavors. Although, looking for guidance, working with mentors, consulting with experts is wise and acceptable.
     I am talking about when you’re laid up and someone offers to bring dinner, do the dishes, or walk the dogs; not a hand out, but a helping hand. I find I discourage such kindness and insist on doing it myself until I’ve dug my own grave and can’t find a way to climb out. I may be standing on my own two feet, but six feet down that doesn’t mean a darn thing.
     I don’t think it’s wrong to be independent, to want to take care of what’s mine. But maybe I need to accept that to do so successfully, it takes more than just me. I’ll think about it. Maybe I’ll give it a try. I’d ask what you think, but then again...
     What about you? Anything coming up on your next seven miles?

Friday, July 22, 2016
Pseudo-Single and Fine with It
By N.E. Nordstrom

    My next seven miles includes abandonment! I’ve been divorced for years and now both of my children are planning to leave me. As they should, but it means that once again, I’m single. “Again?” you ask.
     After my divorce, my primary goal was to ensure life remained balanced for my children who were two and five at the time. I didn’t go out (much) and never introduced my children to the men I did date. I didn’t put myself out there, as they say, because I was all about the kids; no one thought of me as available, least of all me.
     Now my children are leaving so I don’t have any excuses for not putting myself out there. Actually, I can come up with a bucket load of excuses! However, the question is, do I do the single scene or stay pseudo-single (a person who appears to be in a relationship, but is not)? I’m leaning toward remaining the second option. I’m pretty set in my ways. I like to watch what I want, eat what I want; go where I want. I like to sprawl across the bed, keep the bathroom door open, and not brush my hair until I’m leaving the house. I don’t want to put on makeup or shave my legs or wear something other than yoga pants unless I want to. (Yes, I can see why I’m still single!)
     I’ve done my job and now my little birds are leaving the nest. Although I think it is human nature to want to share our lives with someone else, I don’t think it’s an absolute for everyone. We need to first find ourselves and then become ourselves before we can share ourselves with someone else. And sometimes, on that journey to discovery, we find that being ourselves is exactly the “who” we need the most. I’m not saying I won’t welcome someone new in my life. I am saying, I’m good with the person (me) that’s here now!
     Where are you going on your next seven miles?

Thursday, September 1, 2016

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Friday, July 15, 2015

Do You Know?

By N.E. Nordstrom
     Do you remember that old song by Diana Ross
(and yes, it will date

you if you do)? The first part is:
          "Do you know where you're going to?
           Do you like the things that life is showing you?
           Where are you going to?
           Do you know?"
     Sometimes I feel it should be my theme song! I know where I've been.

I know my absurdities and my brilliance and know I'm capable of both. However, that doesn't mean I always know how to apply the better of the two to where I want to go. This explains why I'm trying to figure out why the question: "what do you want to be when you grow up" still applies to me!
     My best guess is that I don't feel grown up (I have, however, grown!). I've aged but does age equal knowledge? I know I don't approach life with my younger, previously act-now-think-fast-later philosophy -- although there are times that it still comes in handy. Which means, comparatively speaking, I am much wiser (okay, somewhat wiser), but only in the sense that I look at things more realistically than my younger version did.
     There is one constant, however, that hasn't changed about what I want to be when I grow up. It was there when I began writing scary stories and tall tales as a kid. Yep, a writer. Now, after many years, many, many, many, many years, I'm finally doing something about it. Hopefully, you're not waiting that long, long, long of a time. Hopefully, you've figured out what you want to be and maybe, possibly, and back to hopefully, are already "being" it.
     If not, then my question for you goes back to the song: do you know where you're going to?​

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Thursday, August 11, 2016

Participation Awards
by N.E. Nordstrom
     Someone posted that an argument is 10% difference of opinion and 90% tone of voice. A comment suggested such an approach was equivalent to children receiving participation trophies, which doesn’t recognize the real winners. The commenter said that in reality some people deserve to be verbally spanked (that is, anyone who disagreed with his philosophies).
     Really! Really?
     First, I agree that presentation is half the battle. If you speak from a place of courtesy, I believe others are likely to listen. Not necessarily agree, but at least hear your point of view.
     Second, what’s so wrong with participation awards? We’re talking children here. At the age of five, I don’t think a child needs to understand that he’s not as athletic as another teammate. At least the kid is out there trying something new and isn’t that what we want? More active kids? If you’re that competitive, and you’re making your child that competitive, join a competition league, and let the rest of the children just have fun and learn something new.
     So this next seven miles will be about listening and speaking with more courtesy to those who moronic ideas aren’t worth the time it took to type them in the comment section. And since you read this to the end, I award you a Seven Mile Participation Trophy!

In truth, behind every cloud is the brightest of skies, one filled with possibilities waiting to be seen and discovered.


Sometimes the best we can do is wait it out and trust that the clouds will part. Or, and this is the best part, we can seek the light and  make our way out of the darkness and into the possibility now.

Sunday, September 18, 2016
Look Further
Sometimes it feels like there is a dark cloud hanging over our head. A cloud so thick that nothing can penetrate it and we wallow in it's dreary outlook.