Julie Ainger

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Oct, 2021

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“Provable probability A squared + B squared = Help me!” by Julie Ainger

Say it isn’t so.Please.That it did not really happen.Please.I don’t know how much more I can take.Please.I will never.Ever.Go so far as to say that you have won.That you are winning.Nope.Never.Tragedy has a way of re-aligning priorities in a nanosecond heartbeat.Then we are left with conundrum after problem after mean excuse afterCollapse.The coup of all the clues and coups lie in the explanation after the fact. The process is the punishment (bs). The punitively punitive punishment of a plea of the insanity of the cluster……Geometrically spea...

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“When all else fails. The silver tint of the clouds of doubt.” by Julie Ainger

“When things go wrong as they sometimes will.When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,When the funds are low and the debts are high,And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,When care is pressing you down a bit,Rest, if you must, but don’t you quit.Life is queer with its twists and turns,As every one of us sometimes learns.And many a failure turns about,When he might have won had he stuck it out;Don’t give up though the pace seems slow—You may succeed with another blow.Often the goal is nearer than,It seems to a faint and faltering m...

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“Leaping over the Stonewall of Inflated egos and Inflationary ways.” by Julie Ainger

For those who may follow, His works, His words.Today is one of days of the Forty days.We may give up.Something.We may offer.Something.We may pray for,Something.We may pray for,Someone.We may ask for,Forgiveness.We may seek for,Forgiveness.We may run andHideWe may hide andSeek.In reality.We play hide and seek only with Satan.His ways are a tempting sugar coated insidious offensive act of grab and take.Moving along.Today.We may spend our minutes,wondering.We may spend our time,wavering.We may spend our time,looking for a clue.We may choose to ...

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“One of the best days ever” by Julie Ainger

Man Plans.God laughs.🙂Things in life always happen for a reason.Things in life just don’t always happen when we plan them to happen.When we plan them to happen.When life is not happening according to our life plan, we dig our heals in further and further. We believe we have control…..over others, money, food, our wants and desires. And, we work. Work harder. Work even harder to control life, its situations, circumstances and nuances.We know it is about surrender yet we forge on as if we think our struggles are unique. No doubt about it.We ar...

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“Surrender and the Permission Slip” by Julie Ainger

Whether we like it or not.Life sometimes is a process.A process of unknowns.A process of missteps.A process of joys.A process of excitements.We try to control the outcome, the outcomes.Oh. How foolish we are☺️.The cliff notes version of a life well lived. Boy oh boy. The cliff notes seem like the bestest shortcut in the whole wide world. That Bible, seems like a heavy and difficult book with difficult words that are too heavy to carry.Exactly🙂.How will you carry yourself, point forward. How will you plan to carry your words, deeds and action...

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“Zero: Lack of focus in the blinding light of blindness. He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

ATTENTION: Children of God.Please read until the end.He ain’t heavy he’s my brother.Let’s play four square.Rules of the game:STEP UP.STEP SIDE.STEP BACK.STEP DOWN.A perfect square.Of equal sides.Beats the never ending circle, the “rings” of specificity and exactness.Possibly why geometry is the diagonal choice for some.Statistics the choice for the others.Algebra the choice for the others.True or False:Or.Quote of the day:Love is knowing how a person prefers their sandwich cut🥪🥪🥪🥪The rest🫔🍔🌮🌭🥠is open to interpretation😳☺️.They say that some g...

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“He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother.” by Julie Ainger

We don’t need no stinkin’ backpack—clear plastic or strapless☺️.Imagine this 2024 youngsters.Years ago, and I do not know how many years because I am not great with “numbers.” Unfortunately as with many things “life” we remember the negative stuff and forget the positive.Someday, I will figure out why this is………until then,Let’s talk baggage.Yes. BAGGAGE.Hopefully at this point in time,In your young lives.yours,your baggage is small, simple and well, light.Unfortunately.Life seldom unpacks so neat and tide-ely.We accumulate stiff, sh** and ot...

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“Effort Really Counts. Or Does it?…..” by Julie Ainger

The funny thing about trust.Is.It is ironic a lot of the time.It is super duper easy to trust another when everything is going well, going swell.But is it super duper easy to trust that same another when things go bad, really bad.Remember, think about last week’s blog-prompts about racing, the race and the rat race………We talk ourselves silly sometimes.We may even drive ourselves mad, as in madness.Anger on the other hand. It is easy.It comes and goes.Madness. Well. It sticks around like a bad virus with the constant and eerie whispers of mela...

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“Tellies, tellies, tellys or tellys. Walking into walls.Ouch!!” by Julie Ainger

Dear Children and Young Adults of the 2,000’s,How are you?Question #1.When was the last time you wrote a letter?A bonafide letter to a person?A friend.An enemy.A teacher.A parent.A coach.A mentor.A cousin.A flat Stanley assigned pen pal from the other side of the globe?Question #2.Have you ever heard the term “snail mail?What comes to your mind when you think of “snail mail.”Fast?Slow?Patience?Impatience?Anticipation?Dread?Happiness?Someone cares?Someone does not care?Question #3.Did you know, there was a day, a day in time, when a monitor w...

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“Like a bad rash. Lies and scratches throws and catches. Like a bad rash.” by Julie Ainger

“Doctor, doctor, gimme the news.”No pill’s gonna cure my ill.You had me down twenty-one to zipSmile of Judas on your lipShake my fist, knock on wood.I got it bad, and I got it good.” (jmm)Exactly.What?You may ask.(If you really want to know, really want to face the facts)No pill’s gonna cure the ill.In the long run.In the short term.Circles.Cycles.Scooters.Or.Skipping.Over another. To get to another better other.Unless of course, one finally comes face to face.Yes.Face to Face.With their fears. Their regrets. Their responsibilities.We have a...

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“The Story of No” by Julie Ainger

Who actually wants to turn back time?Sure.Life gets heavy at times.Really heavy.No knew this.No knew that in order to live a fulfilling life, have a worthwhile existence. No must be uttered from time to time.But. (There is always a but).It wasn’t so much the mistakes, big and small, that No knew makes us who we are.The issue at hand.No simply could not say, “No.”Mistakes are the lessons we need to live.Mistakes are the lessons we need to know.No knew this.But. (There is always a but).No could not do it—could, it say “No.”Exhausting.Mind bogg...

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“The double standard. ” by Julie Ainger

Be not afraid. I go before you always. Come follow me. And I will give you rest. Great. Because I could really use a nap. Rest my eyes. Look at the back of my eye lids. For some inspiration. Wreading, writing, writhmatic. Becomes all fuzzy in the haze of the days. In the haze of the maze. The one thing I am not afraid of. Heaven. Heaven can wait. And. So can I. I would like to earn my way there. Not with the convictions of jurisdiction. With the conviction of him. Go ahead. Instruct me to empty my pockets any way you wish, want. I st...

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“You are not the boss of me.” by Julie Ainger

Control.Who has control of who.Control.What has control of who.Control.Where is control of who.Control.When has control of who.Control.Why has control of who.Control.How Has control of who.Huh?Confusion abounds.Leverage.Levers are a funny thing.Pulled up.Pulled down.The scrolling rolling pictures and numbers pass before the eyes in dizzying milliseconds.Then.Duds.Appear.The duds saying.”You just lost.”So.Dood. Thought. Hey, I am not a dud.So. Dood pulled the lever again.For about a hundred times.The pictures kept displaying the same old same...

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“The Mobility Place. Inundation. Saturation. It’s all just the same.” by Julie Ainger

Wait a minute.Wait. Just a minute.What’s the point?Of a Dry January.Of a Dry “bar.”If I see another person on their mobile device, driving in a car, I think I am gonna blow.Head blow kind of thing.Explosion out, in, up, down and ask: How can you operate a vehicle machine while looking down? Two hands on the wheel, ten and two and for those who have been around awhile: That’s clock-speak for where to place our hands most safely on the wheel.Curiosity causes me to ask the million dollar question:Which kind of saturation is Dry January in a dry...

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“The Dreaded Impassive Impedement of Impassible Apathy” by Julie Ainger

To Impair.In thoughts, words, actions.Impalpable.In thoughts, words, actions.Lost in the labyrinth of existence.Not quite dead.Not quite alive.Unintuitively living a life of rigidity and routine. Desiring so badly for 1+1 to equal 2. Reason and sanity lost, too. The start of the day and the end of the day are the same. No different. Days. Seemingly an endless loop of numb existence and dumb persistence. Abtrusely existing in the fringes of the day, too frightened to take a leap, too tired to care.Contradictions abound.Contradictions rule the...

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