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Off Kilter

Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever.
Keri Russell

I had the daily prompt here but after staring at it too long I erased it and moved on to the next, sorry. I feel off kilter this morning while sipping Starbucks and staring at the screen. I woke up with a very peaceful feeling this morning and felt something magical deep down. Where it went is beyond my thinking capacity right now.

Coming Out of the Closet

They are calling for rain most of the day today and with highs in the low 40s I plan on sitting this one out. I have a chore that I have been putting off all year and my back-ass ways finds me wanting to spring clean some stored junk today. I have been lugging a lot of stuff around since 2015 and have asked the family if anyone was interested in our families past history, Guess not, so I am letting loose of old stuff I don’t want or need anymore.

I had thought of donating old photos from WW2 era to a museum but I don’t know. I also have mucho glassware. A crystal-cut wedding punch bowl set, porcelain statues that might be worth something, junk and more junk from yesteryear that I don’t want to lug around anymore and today’s weather sounds like the perfect day to clean this part out. I should offer it to the goodwill but I think most of it will just be tossed out. To late for a garage sale which I am not good at dealing with anyway, but plenty of time to get the holiday decorations out and ready.

Off To Esther’s

https://estherchilton.co.uk/2026/11/12/can-you-tell-a-story-in-360/

Here’s your new story challenge. Can you tell a story in 44 words using the following words in it somewhere:

RASPBERRY
CHASE
ATTIC
OCTOPUS

In the great octopus race of 1898 a robust scene of a watery chase through the garden of raspberry regrets left an impression on my mind. As the octopuses' raced they left behind beautiful colors that impacted my thoughts while reading in my attic.  {44 words}

https://youtu.be/eZWB0VF2vDI?si=cHXi43X_caY3K_h_

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Enforced remembrance

What’s something you’ve forgiven but haven’t forgotten?

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Several decades ago, I forgave those who conspired to implement the system of racial discrimination in South Africa, known as apartheid. I also forgave those who callously and dutifully enforced the systemic oppression mandated by the system.

It was an easy decision to make, seeing how much goodwill existed amongst our former oppressors to force a change to the decades-old status quo by embracing peaceful coexistence and humanitarian law.

I even tried hard to forget.

That, however, was rendered impossible by the existence of a small minority who still cling to the forlorn hope of returning the country to its former apartheid glory. These people not only refuse to let go of their former privileges, but deny they even have any.

Tragically, these are not the only people who prevent one from ever forgetting.

While apartheid was abolished here in 1994, there still exists an illegitimate state in the Middle East that implemented a similar system of nationalist supremacy in 1948, the exact same year as South Africa. Here, the victims are Palestinians, and they have been forced to endure a system of racial, ethnic and religious oppression and injustice far longer than non-White South Africans did.

Alarmingly, Israel’s system of systemic oppression is arguably orders of magnitude worse than the apartheid South Africans were subjected to. Worse still is the depressing reality that while successive Israeli governments have gone to great lengths to deny their tyranny, Western governments have supported them politically, financially and militarily.

This is why we cannot ever forget; we’re not being allowed to.

We have to constantly remind ourselves how lucky we are that South Africa’s apartheid did not expand and evolve into systemic ethnic cleansing in the same depraved manner as Israel’s Zionist supremacy.

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Theft

When such a prescribed punishment was implemented in Muslim lands, people were secure about their property. Traders and owners of shops would leave the doors of their shops open and go to perform prayer without fear of any aggression.

https://alborz8.wordpress.com/2026/11/12/theft/

Forgiving Myself for Forgetting Me

I have spent so much of my life being kind to others that somewhere along the way, I forgot I needed kindness, too.

I am learning to forgive myself.

For being too understanding. For giving people the benefit of the doubt, even when I was the one left disappointed. For putting other people’s feelings before my own, and for convincing myself that it was okay because I was strong enough to handle it.

For being kind, even when that kindness was not returned.

I have always believed that being kind costs nothing. A little understanding, a little patience, a little compassion. These are things I have tried to practice throughout my life.

But I have also learned that sometimes, kindness comes at a cost, especially when we forget to extend it to ourselves.

I have been the person who says, “It’s okay,” even when it isn’t.

The person who understands why someone behaves a certain way, even when that behavior hurts.

The person who finds reasons to forgive, excuses to understand, and strength to carry on.

Perhaps it comes from being the eldest child, from becoming a mother who had to be both parents, or from years of being the person others could depend on.

I became so accustomed to being strong that I sometimes forgot I was allowed to be tired.

I became so used to giving that I forgot I was allowed to receive.

And I became so understanding of other people’s shortcomings that I sometimes failed to acknowledge my own needs.

Looking back, I realize that I wasn’t wrong for being kind.

But I was unfair to myself when I believed that kindness meant always putting myself last.

I have forgiven myself for the times I stayed silent when I should have spoken up. For the times I accepted less than I deserved. For the times I felt guilty for choosing myself.

I have forgiven myself for not knowing then what I understand now.

But I have not forgotten the lessons.

Being kind does not mean allowing others to take advantage of my kindness.

Being understanding does not mean I must tolerate everything.

And loving others does not mean I should forget to love myself.

At this stage of my life, I don’t want to become less kind. The world already has enough indifference, and I refuse to let painful experiences turn me into someone I am not.

I still want to be the person who understands, who helps when she can, and who believes that there is goodness in people.

But I also want to be that person for myself.

To rest without feeling guilty. To say no without having to explain myself endlessly. To walk away from situations that disturb my peace. And to remember that my feelings matter just as much as anyone else’s.

Perhaps the greatest lesson I have learned is that I don’t have to stop being kind to protect myself.

I simply have to remember that I am also someone worthy of my own kindness.

So, what have I forgiven but not forgotten?

I have forgiven myself for all the years I forgot to choose me.

But I will never forget what those years taught me.

I can have a kind heart without forgetting that it belongs to me, too.

And this time, I intend to take better care of it.

jhiebeyondborders💖

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