February 4, 2025 "treasure"
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Thanks for opening the cafe Angie and I hope your semester is going well.
I treasure my memories, some I'd like to forget but the good ones, keep me going. Today I treasure my daughter and sons and other relationships that I have. Theyre in their 20s but they're still navigating their way through life, I guess as we all are. Oh, I can't forget about my cat, how dare I.
I treasure my love of art and art history. I'm sure there's more, but I have a bunch of chochkies that I picked up over the years at flea markets that I really adore. Here's a pic of of some cherub babies that I collected and that my ex husband used to give me.
I treasure my memories, some I'd like to forget but the good ones, keep me going. Today I treasure my daughter and sons and other relationships that I have. Theyre in their 20s but they're still navigating their way through life, I guess as we all are. Oh, I can't forget about my cat, how dare I.
I treasure my love of art and art history. I'm sure there's more, but I have a bunch of chochkies that I picked up over the years at flea markets that I really adore. Here's a pic of of some cherub babies that I collected and that my ex husband used to give me.
Thanks to @Angie for opening, and @Lane for tagging me. 
Ooh, cor, a lot of things. I was just reflecting yesterday on how i'm a much more sentimental person than a lot of people realised, and now that side of me is becoming more public.
So off the top of my head, i treasure photos of my family, especially my mum, a recording of her voice, my grandad's RAF long service medal, a poem E wrote about me, a collection of funny stories from when i was a kid my nan wrote, the photo albums that nan entrusted to me, old toys from when i was a kid, a bracelet from my sister L, an heirloom chess set and a chess board my dad made himself, and a clock i made for a school project, that my dad since created his own wooden housing for. Obviously i also treasure all of the relationships those items are products of too, as well as my friendships with A and D.
I know it's gonna make this a really long post, but i also have a story about a new piece of treasure i've accumulated. So sorry for that, but it's a good story, i promise.
See, a while ago, i was complaining that our toaster wasn't very good at actually toasting things. Then my dad revealed to me that it was because the toaster was ancient, since it's my mum's toaster. So i became rather attached to it, and its foibles became sort of loveable because it gave me a strange sense of connection to my mum. Eventually my birthday rolls around, and my dad bought me a new toaster. I was excited to have a toaster that would work well, but i was sad at the idea of getting rid of mum's toaster. I even asked if we could keep it in storage somewhere. But we both agreed associating her with a kitchen appliance was weird and a bit desperate, so my dad vowed to find something more appropriate of hers for me.
The other day, it was the 20th anniversary of her accident, so we were both in a somber mood. But my dad decided to do something really sweet to mark the occasion. He told me that, as i've come to learn over the years, mum was a very organised, forward-thinking person, so she liked to buy gifts whenever she saw them at a decent price, and give them to people when an appropriate opportunity arose. Then he presented me a bracelet, and explained this was one of those gifts she never got to give, and that she would have been delighted to give it to me if she'd gotten the chance.
So obviously that's now my favourite bracelet ever. It's such a touching gesture, on so many levels. It's this piece of her life that i can now wear on my wrist, and feel like she's supportive of me, even now. It's hard knowing i've made such a difficult choice, and not having her here to know if she could accept me as i really am, so this helps. And the fact dad chose something so feminine is a statement that he accepts the woman i am, and feels that mum would have done the same if she were here. So really, it's a wearable declaration that both of my parents love and support me, even if one of them can't be here to say it herself. It's very nice too. Stylish, yet elegant, and made of 9 karat gold, so it's durable too. It was the perfect thing to for dad to do on such a sad day.❤️
Ooh, cor, a lot of things. I was just reflecting yesterday on how i'm a much more sentimental person than a lot of people realised, and now that side of me is becoming more public.
So off the top of my head, i treasure photos of my family, especially my mum, a recording of her voice, my grandad's RAF long service medal, a poem E wrote about me, a collection of funny stories from when i was a kid my nan wrote, the photo albums that nan entrusted to me, old toys from when i was a kid, a bracelet from my sister L, an heirloom chess set and a chess board my dad made himself, and a clock i made for a school project, that my dad since created his own wooden housing for. Obviously i also treasure all of the relationships those items are products of too, as well as my friendships with A and D.
I know it's gonna make this a really long post, but i also have a story about a new piece of treasure i've accumulated. So sorry for that, but it's a good story, i promise.
See, a while ago, i was complaining that our toaster wasn't very good at actually toasting things. Then my dad revealed to me that it was because the toaster was ancient, since it's my mum's toaster. So i became rather attached to it, and its foibles became sort of loveable because it gave me a strange sense of connection to my mum. Eventually my birthday rolls around, and my dad bought me a new toaster. I was excited to have a toaster that would work well, but i was sad at the idea of getting rid of mum's toaster. I even asked if we could keep it in storage somewhere. But we both agreed associating her with a kitchen appliance was weird and a bit desperate, so my dad vowed to find something more appropriate of hers for me.
The other day, it was the 20th anniversary of her accident, so we were both in a somber mood. But my dad decided to do something really sweet to mark the occasion. He told me that, as i've come to learn over the years, mum was a very organised, forward-thinking person, so she liked to buy gifts whenever she saw them at a decent price, and give them to people when an appropriate opportunity arose. Then he presented me a bracelet, and explained this was one of those gifts she never got to give, and that she would have been delighted to give it to me if she'd gotten the chance.
So obviously that's now my favourite bracelet ever. It's such a touching gesture, on so many levels. It's this piece of her life that i can now wear on my wrist, and feel like she's supportive of me, even now. It's hard knowing i've made such a difficult choice, and not having her here to know if she could accept me as i really am, so this helps. And the fact dad chose something so feminine is a statement that he accepts the woman i am, and feels that mum would have done the same if she were here. So really, it's a wearable declaration that both of my parents love and support me, even if one of them can't be here to say it herself. It's very nice too. Stylish, yet elegant, and made of 9 karat gold, so it's durable too. It was the perfect thing to for dad to do on such a sad day.❤️
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Just gonna help with tags.
@Witty_Sarcasm @Auri @LumberJack @CrashBandicoot @SillyOldBear @Gonz @AvidFan @AmberMarie @AnHeroTransGirl
@Witty_Sarcasm @Auri @LumberJack @CrashBandicoot @SillyOldBear @Gonz @AvidFan @AmberMarie @AnHeroTransGirl
I don’t think this will surprise anyone who has read many of my posts. Above all else, I treasure the loving relationship between me and my partner.
We weren’t married, officially, but we were together until he died, so until death did we part; and stuck together in sickness and health, etc. We had to build our relationship through mutual effort to grow closer to one another. And that is why it’s such a treasure to me. That and the few mementos I have.
He always wanted what was best for me, even when it involved sacrifices on his part. When I was so depressed that I started talking about suicide, he was up at night crying and trying to find a way to help me. When I started trend towards hoarding behaviors he helped me work through it. I was very immature for a 25 year old, but with him as a guide, I was able to learn most of what I needed to adult. For these things, I will always be grateful.
We weren’t married, officially, but we were together until he died, so until death did we part; and stuck together in sickness and health, etc. We had to build our relationship through mutual effort to grow closer to one another. And that is why it’s such a treasure to me. That and the few mementos I have.
He always wanted what was best for me, even when it involved sacrifices on his part. When I was so depressed that I started talking about suicide, he was up at night crying and trying to find a way to help me. When I started trend towards hoarding behaviors he helped me work through it. I was very immature for a 25 year old, but with him as a guide, I was able to learn most of what I needed to adult. For these things, I will always be grateful.
I treasure my teddy bear collection. Especially my favorite, Rudi. I also treasure 3 letters my mom wrote to a friend of hers when I was young. When this friend learned my mom had died she sent the letters to me. And I treasure the house that keeps a roof over my head. And I treasure God and my church family.
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Ty for the tag.
i'm not sure what i treasure other than my children and grandchild(grandchildren soon). I do treasure much of my other family as well. They are very important. Not just blood family, but chosen family is strongly included.
i don't "treasure " my jeep. i appreciate it though. i appreciate that i don't have to continually worry about if it will work and get me where i need to go all the time. i also appreciate having a roof over my head. Neither of those are treasures though. i also appreciate my computer and i appreciate when i can get safety/security.
For me "treasure" is what i can't live without. Vs "appreciate" for me is knowing i could live without it, even though it would be more difficult.
i'm not sure what i treasure other than my children and grandchild(grandchildren soon). I do treasure much of my other family as well. They are very important. Not just blood family, but chosen family is strongly included.
i don't "treasure " my jeep. i appreciate it though. i appreciate that i don't have to continually worry about if it will work and get me where i need to go all the time. i also appreciate having a roof over my head. Neither of those are treasures though. i also appreciate my computer and i appreciate when i can get safety/security.
For me "treasure" is what i can't live without. Vs "appreciate" for me is knowing i could live without it, even though it would be more difficult.
Thanks for tagging me! 
I hope this doesn't sound narcissistic but I really treasure myself and my own well-being. If I don't do it, no one else will
I hope this doesn't sound narcissistic but I really treasure myself and my own well-being. If I don't do it, no one else will
My understanding of narcissists is that they have a surface feeling of superiority over others, and they start pushing people around, manipulating, and/or using them. They justify their actions by telling themselves that those who they are abusing are beneath them. IDK for sure.
Thinking that you are worth taking care of, and that it’s okay for you to enjoy something, is healthy and I aspire to reach that level of not beating myself up.
Thanks @Lisa the Goatgirl for tagging me.
Like she said, I’m a lot more sentimental than people realize. I cannot ever get rid of anything that was given to me as a gift. Even if it’s something very small and inconsequential to the giver, I keep it until it’s lost.
My grandfather nicknamed me Gonzo after the muppet (which was shortened to Gonz over the years, and that’s where my name comes from, half my family doesn’t even know my real name).
He was starting to get sick when I started using that name everywhere online because I realized that I liked going by it (if you ever meet another Gonz, say “hi” because there’s a good chance it’s me). When he died, I took a stuffed toy of Gonzo from his house and pinned a button with a picture of him to its chest. It still has a prominent place in my room.
What I treasure most is my memories of my wife. She made me feel like exactly the person I wished I was, and “her husband” is pretty much the only thing I’ve ever been proud of being. The only time I’ve ever felt entirely happy and at peace has been with her.
Even now, driving on our street (which I avoid because it’s too upsetting) feels like going home.
I’d literally sacrifice everything else to protect that. Not that there is much else of value to me, but there’s definitely nothing else that even comes close to its importance. I still wear both of our wedding rings, with tape on the insides to make them a little too small because I’m paranoid about losing them in the sink or shower. They do not come off.
Like she said, I’m a lot more sentimental than people realize. I cannot ever get rid of anything that was given to me as a gift. Even if it’s something very small and inconsequential to the giver, I keep it until it’s lost.
My grandfather nicknamed me Gonzo after the muppet (which was shortened to Gonz over the years, and that’s where my name comes from, half my family doesn’t even know my real name).
He was starting to get sick when I started using that name everywhere online because I realized that I liked going by it (if you ever meet another Gonz, say “hi” because there’s a good chance it’s me). When he died, I took a stuffed toy of Gonzo from his house and pinned a button with a picture of him to its chest. It still has a prominent place in my room.
What I treasure most is my memories of my wife. She made me feel like exactly the person I wished I was, and “her husband” is pretty much the only thing I’ve ever been proud of being. The only time I’ve ever felt entirely happy and at peace has been with her.
Even now, driving on our street (which I avoid because it’s too upsetting) feels like going home.
I’d literally sacrifice everything else to protect that. Not that there is much else of value to me, but there’s definitely nothing else that even comes close to its importance. I still wear both of our wedding rings, with tape on the insides to make them a little too small because I’m paranoid about losing them in the sink or shower. They do not come off.
Thanks for posting this awesome and interesting cafe today Angie, I love this theme very much. Hope you are well too, pretty good here overall I’m glad to say
Tysm @Lane for tagging me too, much appreciated
What I treasure are far too many things to list “individually” here (this post would probably never end, lol) so I will keep it simple and say - I treasure my life, the good things and people in my life, good things and people in general, nature and the world/life/universe. It is all full of so much mystery, and I love how there are always new things to learn and discover
Tysm @Lane for tagging me too, much appreciated
What I treasure are far too many things to list “individually” here (this post would probably never end, lol) so I will keep it simple and say - I treasure my life, the good things and people in my life, good things and people in general, nature and the world/life/universe. It is all full of so much mystery, and I love how there are always new things to learn and discover
The experiences, skills and knowledge that was shared and passed on to me by those that raised me are invaluable as are the thoughts of who and what they were in my life. I can get that bit from @Gonz about grandparents. My grandfather called me the family clown. It was interesting and very complimentary since he was raised a good bit in the Kwahadi ways(Comanche) by his parents and grandparents. Although more prevalent in plains indians and pueblo indians the clowns were sacred and considered within the tribe and even with other tribes that may not have had such on par with the chief and the medicine man. A mix of mystic, shaman and trickster in human form often doing weird things and other times brilliantly visionary things and typically saw through people and situations because of their odd outlook on so much of life and people.
Thanks for tagging me! I hope this doesn't sound narcissistic but I really treasure myself and my own well-being. If I don't do it, no one else will
I hope this doesn't sound narcissistic but I really treasure myself and my own well-being. If I don't do it, no one else will
mike......
Sounds like what Tibetan Buddhism calls Crazy Wisdom. The untrained see the practice of wisdom as insanity because they don’t know that the sage sees through social norms. Knowing this, he can pick them up when they are helpful, but also discard them when they become constricting. The “normal” i.e., conventional folk are imprisoned by their social construct, and they don’t realize they can walk out if they were willing to question their assumptions.
Also, it sounds like really intense ADHD.
Also, it sounds like really intense ADHD.