Category Archives: Inspirational

Master of My Fate

The last two lines of the poem “Invictus” by William Henley are:

I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
I have a copy of this poem in my house since I’m a Delta. But the last two lines are lines that everyone knows. I thought of this because Azeena has me addicted to a game called Harbor Master. The point of the game (which is played on a touchscreen device) is to guide ships in and out of the harbor safely after they have docked and unloaded their cargo. In the beginning it’s easy with few ships, but as you get further into the game, ships come at varying speeds and you need much better navigational skills. As harbor master, you’ll have a lot going on.

With cats, there’s always craziness at the house. Anyone with more than two cats will always have some story about something turned over, broken, peed on, scratched, chewed and the list goes on. But while you can’t control the cats, you can control your response. You are the master of your fate. To often we feel like we are trapped by circumstance, when we are trapped by our own inability to feel like we can act. You can’t guarantee the outcome, but you can have the choice. For example, if you don’t like your job you can quit. You might not be able to find another job, but at least you won’t be in the old one. If you are in a relationship that isn’t working out, you have the choice to leave or change your behavior. The other person may not respond the way you want them to, but you have a choice.

In fact, the only area of my life where I am NOT the captain of my fate is trying to keep Roxie out of trouble and Jean-Claude inside. Cats are animals that you can’t master. I have mastered responding to their signals for “feed me now” “play time” and “change the litterbox” so maybe they are truly the masters of my fate.

A Necessary Guest

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They say sadness often arrives before change. For some of us it can be a welcome even comforting feeling in that the grief, the denial, the hurt we buried for so long hoping for a different outcome is finally released. With sadness we are set forth in a sea of change.   Sometimes it’s  change  that’s causing  the sadness  but we  have an opportunity.  We can become courageous. Change is often for the better.  The journey to its creation is sometimes  filled with tears, misgiving, regret and then hope, clarity, insight, growth and action.

Solo Act

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Roxie At Rest

Roxie is at my house. Jean Claude is with his mom, CCL. Roxie got sick again and this time the veterinarian prescribed three different types of medications for her.  In fact Roxie now has a profile at the CVS pharmacy and her name is on one of her prescriptions.    She seems to be coming around but clearly she misses her pal J.C.    She’s a little less noisy and fussy than she was when CCL brought her by the other day.   Also Roxie  has made it clear she wants her laser toy …and she is not a big fan of wet food.  Diva.

Loneliness is Something You Do To Yourself

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For years I’ve identified as an “I” on the Briggs Myers Personality Scale but I also realize that I’m given to  too  some self centeredness and a  need to be alone.    Still, after a brief period of solititude and not welcoming people and places into my life I feel myself coming back.  Once again I am reaching out to people and things that I had pushed away or left in the background.    The late author Merle Shain was a Canadian author  I heard  years ago do an interview with Larry King on his radio show . Shain  wrote in her book  “When Lovers Are Friends ” that loneliness is something you do to yourself.    It has taken me years to understand that concept.    Lately I’ve watched my married friends more closely.  Some really do seem to like each other.  Some barely tolerate each other.  I watched this weekend as a married friend expressed her loneliness and bitterness in small, hostile ways to those attending a party at my house.    I realize it was not my job to save her.  She knew better than I…but not enough to take the “I” out of her equation .    It seemed to me that  that her husband  not “acting” right was not  the key  to her misery but  her own inability to love herself.    Love is something that must be expressed and revealed  to others with no conditions, otherwise it is anything but love.  I also realize that folks ought to like each other too in romantic partnerships.    Jean Claude and Roxie, a boy and a girl, are the best of friends.  They like their alone time and they give each other space to go and grow.  They also have different tastes – Jean Claude likes boxes and furry sticks.  Roxie likes laser toys and Mariah Carey.  Yet they have points of commonality such as   filtered water and scratching post boxes.  They show affection for each other often but often let  each other just be – without judgement  or fear of loneliness.

Box Theatre

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JC in The Box

CCL and I had a ball Friday night at the theatre.  We saw a rambunctious  musical version of  A Christmas Carol with songs covered from Broadway show tunes.   Big fun.  As most of you know CCL and I get plenty of entertainment from Jean Claude and Roxie too.    Of late I’ve kept the empty box from a JC Penney delivery in the living room for Jean Claude’s amusement.  After  I got home from the play I decided it was time to ditch the box.  Jean Claude followed me out to the backporch pantry and jumped inside of it.   Perhaps it’s the J.C. on the box.   His message  clearly “ditch the box and ditch me.”   The box  now rests in front of the fake fireplace in the basement.  Jean Claude spent time inside it  today.