Diary of a Crazy Cajun Lady

Well, first off I should admit that I'm not actually Cajun. I was born and raised in southeast Louisiana, on the dirty coast, between bayous and canals, an oyster shell beach and oil refineries. Dem der Cajuns live a bit furder west ;) ~ out in south central and southwestern Louisiana. So, I wasn't born Cajun... I earned the monicker "Crazy Cajun Lady" in Memphis, where I lived for 6 years after Hurricane Katrina. Now, whether or not I'm actually "crazy" is a bit beside the point here. Please hold your comments until later. What I slowly revealed to those closest to me, that which earned me the nickname, I will share with you now.

Woe to those who serve up injustice or speak or act unfairly toward someone I care about... Be ye mindful, lest the Crazy Cajun Lady show herself and deal with you swiftly...

Hypotheticality

hypotheticality – n. the inherent hypotheticalness of an idea, situation, etc. (e.g. The hypotheticality of the idea is what caused it to spiral out of control.)

Now that we’ve cleared up that definition (it’s official, and don’t you dare question me), let’s talk about what brought about this post, shall we? Come along into the random ramblings of Stacie encore une fois… Or, as the French would say, “once again.” ;)

Is What You Perceive What You Believe?

Don’t believe everything you think.

Did you pause after reading that to consider what you’d just read? No, you didn’t, you naughty little reader. Be honest… come on… you just continued on reading, didn’t you? It’s ok. Stacie’s here.

Now I’m going to give you a chance to think about that for a second: What does it mean to not believe everything you think? And why?

Mini•Blog No. 1: The Most Beautiful Heart

Sometimes I lament opening up a little too easily to people. It's a sure-fire way to give many pieces of your heart away and only have a few of those gaps refilled, leaving aching chasms from where love has gone out and has not been returned. However, when I find myself in the company of sweet friends that I've made over the years, I'm reminded of how much it's worth it.

A friend of mine once shared this very short story with me called "The Most Beautiful Heart." I encourage you to have a quick read (it'll take 2 minutes... maybe 3 if you read slowly like me), but the overall message is that it's best to love and sustain the inevitable hurt rather than keep all that love to yourself. The love of others is a treasure... and love given to others is even more rewarding still.

Seek to give it away without expecting the same amount in return - that's what love is about. :)