Karla's Chronicles

We have all been tempted by the glittery and flashy new year’s ads. They seem to promote happiness and change. They seem to give us hope for the upcoming year. Perhaps this year will be better than the previous and give us a lot more things that are promising to look forward to. We search social media curiously to see how everyone plans to change in the new year. I personally love seeing show people vow to change something to make their lives better. I find it interesting. As for me, in the past two years, I have not made any new year’s resolutions. I don’t see them as a pivotal to my life. I haven’t really needed them. I am in the greatest state I have ever been in my life. I am growing on my own by building my own brand. I have been taking it upon myself responsible for my own success. This means working very hard and moving along as I grow. I am spreading my wings and flying on my own. My path moves forward with me and my confidence moves with it. It has taken me many years

In a harsh world where judgment runs rampant, it is important to remember we were all created in our own way. God created us with a light in our soul. The light represents our spirit. Sometimes, just naturally, our lights dim and brighten according to circumstance. Sometimes, in all of the futile chaos of life, we tend to forget about our own self-esteem. The world is so hectic and busy that we get wrapped up in our work. We begin to think that our work is the only thing that matters when we get lost in it. We forget that we are supposed to slow down and relax. We forget that there is more to life than achievement and success. We forget to look in the mirror and appreciate what we see. God has given us a beautiful life with an ordered plan, set just for us. We forget to tell our parents and other loved ones how much we love and appreciate them. We don't take the time to think about the fact that life is short and we never know when our life will end. We take advantage of the fac

It is no secret that this world can be a hard place in which to live. There are many negative influences that have the capability of knocking us down. Despite that, it is very important to see the positive sides of the world as well as in yourself. So, I thought I would make a blog out of some of my most important reminders. 1. You are enough. Some people might try to make you feel inferior by listing all of their successes to your face, and at the time, you may feel lesser, but in the end, what matters is how you treat others and if you are viewed as a good human being. As long as you are remembered for the difference you have made in other people's lives as well as in the world, that is all that matters. You may not have what is deemed as the perfect body or you may not have an out of this world intelligence quotient, but to someone out there, you are everything they have. 2. You can and you will-- We are human. That statement usually implies one thing. We make mistakes. What ma

Good Monday morning to all! I know that Mondays are not usually people's favorite day of the week. For most, it is the weekend hangover day. You go into work tired from not getting enough sleep last night. You stupidly thought you could stay up and watch this end of the Sunday night Football without consequence. You don't realize how wrong you were until you go to turn off the alarm in the morning and reluctantly rise out of bed. Once you take a shower, you begin to wake up a little more, but you don't fully wake up until you drive-thru at your local Starbucks. Then once you have your fill of coffee, you're then ready to function. You get into work and you see the paperwork stuck with sticky notes that say things such as "due by the end of day" and you begin to question why you were so eager to leave early on Friday when you could have gotten this extra work done and would not have to have this load of stress on your shoulders presently. Deep down, I think w

I met you at the shoreline/ As the sun was going down/ and the sky was the most beautiful cotton candy pink You said you were enamored with my beauty/but I felt the same as you/ Eyes as Blue as the sky/ Hair as white as a glistening snow It had been decades/since I had met a guy I would like to get to know/ but there was something so endearing about your glow The way you would shine when I asked you about your ebb and flow/ the way you just went with life no matter what you were thrown yes you were beautifully full grown/but there was something so special about your smile/how it raidiated across the miles Smiling despite the storms/shows the relillisence of the human form/ you had just been through a rough divorce/ but you remain a force I never thought I would end up loving/the guy i sat next to on the shore/ you were once a complete stranger/but now we have been together for a year/and last night when we went to dinner/you asked me to marry you/ love overcame me and of course i said

1. It is the feel-good season. Everyone around you seems to be in a good mood. It is the time to be happy and most of all, be as giving as you possibly can. 2. The Music. I listen to it every day as I work on writing and posting on this blog. It is an instant mood booster! You would think I would get tired of it because I listen to it all of the time, but honestly, I don't. 3. The Tree. It is a beautiful accent to any home and whatever room you choose to show it in! 4. The lights and the decorations. They are also instant mood boosters and are so colorful and bright. It simply makes me happy just to look back at them and smile. 5. The movies, especially the classics. I love the classics like snoopy and frosty the snowman that remind me of my childhood. 6. The giving of the gifts. I love watching the faces of surprises and thankfulness when my loved ones open their gifts. 7. The reason for the season, God. He is the real hero here. Always guiding our lives in the best possible way

We as humans deserve more credit. Of course, we are blessed beyond belief to be walking this Earth and taking part in our surroundings. Don’t mistaken that part. However, I believe the adversity some of us face doesn’t get the credit it deserves. We face things some people could only dream about facing. Our strength has to work overtime to bring us through the roughest of seas. We have to overcome floods of our spirits. Floods of abnormal proportions. Ones that totally overflow and take over our entire bodies. Sometimes, we have nothing left to do but wallow in our own sorrows and let them out in a form of a breakdown filled with tears bigger than our own eyes. Just like we do after a long day, I am sure our spirit tires. We have to be sure to take care of our bodies just like we do ourselves. Our bodies are what work overtime to sustain us. It’s only fair to treat it with respect and fuel it with good stuff to keep it going efficiently. We push until our wheels fall off because in

You were told you couldn’t, or you shouldn’t. You spent your entire life underestimated and no one wanted to think twice about your actual ability. They looked at you from the outside and saw someone who was physically stuck and incapable. They didn’t see you as a human who had a big heart and even bigger aspirations. Of course, this would take more work than someone who already has the things they need. I was born ready for challenges, though. Obviously, my birth had already been a challenge, so what’s one more? My whole life was tailored for others to sit back and watch as I accomplished what they thought I would not do. Little by little, they would be amazed and taken aback what they see and slowly but surely, they would give me the credit I deserved. It is always a good thing when others value your work and see that you are willing to work for your milestones. It was and is hard work, though and if you are not careful, it will run you down and take all of your energy. Your body

I sit on a busy train full of noisy babies and children. I don’t mind. I know it is the kid’s nature to want to run around and be doing something constantly. Wanting to relax and try and calm myself down for the long ride ahead, I put in my earphones and put on some classical music. I figure this might help to soothe my anxiety a bit and maybe even prepare my body for a nap. I can’t remember the last time I ever had time for a nap. The idea of a nap had my heart beating hard in anticipation of the peaceful sensation that was about to overtake my body. I struggle to get comfortable. The train ride is wobbly and shaky, and the railing that supports my back is rubbing up against it. Eventually, though, I retrieve my blanket and pillow from the upper cabin and fall into a slumber. My dreams carry me back home to my posh New York apartment, where the snow fall is unrelenting. I sit cozily by the lavish fireplace under my favorite fuzzy blanket reading the latest James Patterson thrille

The old clock ticks repeatedly in my ear as I struggle to sleep. The repeated tick-tock of the clock becomes a little monotonous like the chirping of the crickets on the ledge of my window. I moan as I turn over to your side and attempt to shut my eyes. Instead, I find myself sad and forlorn in the company of your absence. I begin to think back to when times were easier, and the times where we got along effortlessly. The times when we would walk through the mall and hold hands, our grasp so tight even the strongest of winds couldn’t survive its grip. The times where a simple gift of flowers was left at my office desk just because and would leave me with an effortless smile, grinning from ear to ear. I miss the days when we would arrive home and talk about our days, no matter how long and tiring they were. We would lie down next to each other in an embrace and fall asleep in each other’s arms. I miss the times when you would wake up before me and gently stroke my hair before telling

I often wonder what it feels like to be in love, or if it is even a feeling at all. Maybe it is just a tempting emotion that waits in the wings, teasing us every chance it gets. Tempting it may be, but one thing I know for sure it that it causes hurt and heartbreak. This is not meant to be a negative viewpoint piece, but rather one written with a sense of curiosity and wonderment. I am human, and from time to time, I crave the feeling of love. Not so much the feeling though, I guess so much as the cute little things that come along with loving another person. For instance, the tight hugs when you need someone to hold and comfort you and the notion that there will always be someone there for you, even through the darkest and most terrible moments. Most of all, though, it is having someone you can complain to during those harder times that you would like to forget about. As a person with a disability, dating and having a significant other has been something I have struggled with for a

The following is a poem I wrote today (November 14, 2018) for my quote blog series. “Hope Rises” The evening folds into night The silence of night Envelops the dark The crickets chirp In unison I collapse Into bed after a long Day of what feels like Hell My nerves are shot My head feels hot Like fever is running its course My body fighting against anything You can nurse I toss and turn Wonder if this day could burn Its ashes blowing in the wind Never to return If I could get to sleep I know that I could drift off into my dream Taking me somewhere filled with love And illuminating light Where the colors of the rainbow shine so vividly And bright I reluctantly open my eyes the next morning I yawn widely And grumble about returning to my reality Luckily today I do feel a little bit better The bright light from the sun peeks through My window as it rises I make my cup of warm coffee And decide to sit on my porch While I sip from my favorite mug And sit cozily in my favorite fluffy r

As humans, we tend to hang on to emotions and perhaps grudges more than we should. We can become bitter because of the things that happened in our past that we would rather forget. We can look at ourselves in the mirror sometimes and feel disgusted because of some of the poor decisions we made in life. The truth is we cannot change the past or who we identified as in the past. It is over and finished. However, since most of our lives are built and thrive around memories, it is sometimes difficult for our minds to let go of the stains that have marked our past. Bad memories can also tend to haunt you like the monster under the bed. Life is weird like that. Sometimes a song that comes on the radio can trigger some negative memories and every time you hear that song, you may become angry and triggered by that song that reminds you of a certain event or person. This can cause a mental breakdown or a heavily emotional reaction. The same thing can happen with happy memories of the past.

I know that gun rights are a very touchy and can be somewhat of a sticky subject. I am writing this because I feel that it is very important to be heard. I wanted to make a “disclaimer” before getting into the real heft of this article; that is, I have an opinion and like everyone, I am entitled to it. You may not agree, and that is fine, but I would appreciate it if you would not attack me for my beliefs and thought process. Differing opinions make the world what it is today. It is why we are all unique and entitled to speak out. Every time I hear about a shooting, whether it is at a school or a public event, my heart breaks a little more. As a compassionate person filled with enough empathy to fill a football field, I always feel so badly for the victims of these terrible tragedies. Even sadder to consider though, is how the family of these victim’s families are left with a humungous hole in their heart. It is sad, and it is senseless. I will be honest. I live in the deep south, wh

When you suffer from a dark bout of depression, it is a lot like the monster under the bed theory when you were a kid. It is almost as if it waits under your bed to sneak up and grab you and pull you back down to the darkness along with it. It is much more than just simple sadness. It is sometimes marked by irrational fears thus leading to anxiety and panic attacks. Depression is not something that you ever get over. Once a sufferer always one, unfortunately. It is true that with support the sting may lessen over time, but it is not as easy to defeat as non-sufferers assume. I first really began understanding what it was like to enter into a deep and dark depression in my teen years. I felt worthless and there was just this emptiness that hung over me like the darkest cloud in the sky. I felt as if my purpose was to leave the earth to make more room for the others I thought mattered more than me. Now that I am older, I cannot believe I thought that way. I depended on everyone fo

It is 2018. This is my first personal blog in a long time, and I apologize for that. Life gets in the way sometimes, and there is nothing we can do but go along with it and hope we survive. I am also a member and contributing writer for several other live blogging sites, and that keeps me busy! With talk about blogging comes talk bout my writing! 2017 was a lovely and very successful year for my writing work. It was seen and respected by hoards of people, and of course that makes me feel wonderful! I have been working quite tirelessly to become my own advocate and write about real and raw feelings. Apparently, people thrive on honesty, which is something I have come to appreciate. I am usually the type of person who loves to show my happy and outgoing side just to give something that will uplift and remind others that they, too, are special and have a place in this huge and finite world. While positive thoughts are all well and good, it is also very cathartic to write about your trial