Literature – causemonisays

In addition to being a mother, I would have to say that I’m almost a workaholic. From taking care of the kiddos to working my two jobs, then doing little things here I am constantly going going going. Moments of solace do not present themselves often, but when they do I like to read books such as 100 Ways to Happiness. Books like these are short, compact and easy reads that make reading much more doable for those who don’t have much time to spare. This book is one that provides some wonderful (and I don’t use that word often and mean it) advice on ways to happy habits, a happy body and a happy life just to name a few.

Some of my favorites topics:

– Reduce the “shoulds”
– Look at your upbringing objectively
– Spend time with positive people
– Plant optimistic thoughts

The entire book is worth reading, but those are just a few topics that you know you should take into consideration, but don’t truly do it until someone else reiterates their importance. While I may not have the opportunity to start a novel, I feel somewhat happy to know that I’m taking a few minutes here and there out of my day to read books that will hopefully provide me with the mental tools I will need to live a more happier and healthier life. If you haven’t read it already, definitely check it out.

I wrote this poem many, many years ago during one of my on-again off-again poetry phases. Poetry has always been an outlet for self- expression and I hope to revisit that part of me again some day.

Not Good-Bye

During the presence of love between two distant souls,
I squeezed through the cracks and new forming holes,
They may have occurred while lonely was spent,
Or in between rings when feelings were sent,
Upon a shelf, there lie my thoughts of concern,
While on this final page, a new lesson learned,
The warmest affection only given to replace,
Only to discover their hearts sought a new place,
Yet fully aware of the plans on the wall,
Gone was their face, while twice it’d be fall,
A quick embrace for hours shared that ran thin,
A single trace of salt, left to moisten my skin,
A lengthy wave unseen as you soared through the sky,
I’ll always possess a shoulder to lean, so take care not good-bye.