Yesterday I picked up the newspaper and was intrigued by what I read on the front page. The headlines were captivating. The story kept me interested. I couldn’t stop reading and rereading it. I didn’t want to put the newspaper down. It was as if every word was a drug and I the junkie.
I was so immersed in the story that I forgot what I had actually gone out to do. It didn’t matter one bit anymore either. I had lost my way and entered another realm. There was excitement, surprise, passion and so much more in this story. I spent hours with it but I soon developed a massive headache.
I began to realize that I had imagined myself in the plot. I was the main character. All attention was focused on me. It was all in my imagination! This couldn’t exist in my reality. I would never know those I was reading about. It was nothing more than black ink on soft white paper. I had let my mind wander very far. I knew it was time to let go. I had held on long enough to my fantasy–the story in my mind. So I folded up the paper and left it for someone else to read.
You see it is now today and you are just yesterday’s old newspaper.
Hugs from Brooklyn
Are you holding on to yesterday’s newspaper? Now is the time to start a new chapter in your life. It is time to write your own story. Let go of what serves only to hinder you. You are beautiful and deserve the best.
I would love to say I’m home resting having tea and toast.
Well I am not.. I’m at work wishing I was on a yacht.
No cool waters here just me dealing with patient’s illnesses and fears.
But I will write today because it takes my own anxiety away.
Thank you for reading if you did. I think that is rather splendid.
I’m an essential worker and lately my mornings are filled with meditations to motivate myself to leave the house. Now more places are opening making trains packed in the mornings. It is frightening since people don’t respect social distancing and some don’t wear masks. As a medical professional crowds like this is where viruses and bacteria love to dwell.
I ask myself if this profession is worth it especially now with me sacrificing my health and my time with family. Being a doctor isn’t what it used to be. We now have to abide by Health insurances and their rules. We have to fight to get medications and procedures approved only to have formularies change again in a few months. Patients yell at us when insurances won’t pay or the premium/co-pays are high. It is not our fault.
Well that’s me just venting. I have to remind myself that writing soothes my soul. I need to write daily even if no one will read it. It is my medicine. Namaste. Hugs from Brooklyn.
He slowly lured me into giving him my name and other information. He was handsome and a doctor so I did without hesitation.
After chatting for a few weeks some things didn’t make sense. I couldn’t find him anywhere on the internet or perhaps I was just dense.
I would ask him questions about where he was at. He would avoid the questions and just write some chit chat
I finally decided to ask him for a photo which he did send. There was just something off, something I didn’t comprehend.
If he had the choice to work only 9 months why did he sign a 3 year contract? I personally would not have done that.
He said he missed home and his family. I wondered if all this would become a calamity.
Was he lying? Was he conspiring?
Well I’ve decided to block him and delete WhatsApp too. I want love but not to be nobody’s fool.
I firmly believe he was just a romance scammer. A handsome one with poor English Grammer
Stay safe my friends. With social isolation people have taken more to online scamming. Luckily I figured it out soon. Stay real to yourself no matter what. Research research. You are beautiful and special and one day the right person will come along. Don’t despair. I love you. If you have someone already hold them close.