Do you fold under pressure??? Do you cave when things go haywire??? Do you panic?? or Do you problem solve???

I usually go straight to problem solving, it is what made most of my boss’s over the decades not to thrilled, because, they didn’t think of the solution first…

Problem solving is my strong suit and if I know the subject, I can usually sort it out fairly fast and efficiently, if I know the subject…

Just because I have a high IQ, doesn’t mean I know a lot of information on certain things or subjects… It means, I am more like a McGyver type person…

I have an inate ability to do things I have no clue about, because of the way my brain has always functioned, even since I was a toddler…

I was always problem solving on how to avoid Freda’s back hands or how to piss her off…

I did hone those skills while I lived in that house, and never stopped…

I just forgot a lot of it, because of the brain trauma, but I didn’t forget…

Because I always seemed to get under the skin of every person I have blood relations with in that Bagwell family to this day…

Yea, so glad I chose differently from a very very young age, I chose differently…

Unknown to Freda, because she may have had the brain of a con, but she was intellectual, she lived in fear and fear was her mantra and that fear was her god, and because of that, any intellect she had, she dumbed down with her made up god and that’s really all it took for me to take her and the rest down…

If you read the early blog, you know I have been trying to get to a point in my memory, where the past was no longer a ghost, but actual memories that didn’t play games with my life and instead, played out to be what actually happened in that christian military home…

Once those cobwebs fell apart… The rest as you can say is history and all of a sudden, I am no longer in a hurry to finish what I started and the patience I didn’t have, has come home with a full deck of patience…

Thanks to my mother putting me in the WILL and thanks to the stupidity and greed of my siblings and the corruption of the Arkansas probate courts… They did me one big huge favor…

I not only faced the past…

I now own it…

Everything I have lived with since the last blow to my head at 17 and the 2 bleeds on my brain, I have been looking for, me… Maggi!!! and she is finally home for good…

I am not in any hurry to do much of anything about any of this writing…

I am enjoying the serenity, the peace and the quiet of my mind and my heart…

As with all things in life, people have to chose how to live said lives and if they chose the wrong choice…

That life may be lacking and that is why they hide behind the god of mythology…

They can’t own being human, so they own a god of air…

Pity is all I have and no desire to have any contact of any kind with any of the Bagwell clan…

They are a cult and corrupt to the core… In fact one of their kids is in prison for rape, so it didn’t take long for that corruption they embraced to spread and cause even more damage and it all came from one thing…

Freda…

No hurry to do, no hurry to think, no hurry to anything…

No fatigue, no fog, no fears, no hate, no outside forces gaining entry…

I own my world and Trump and his fake christians own the world of corruption, hate, fear and what ever else they justify taking… which is 100% christian and not human…

I remember…

Writing will become more challenging because my mental health has come full circle and I am enjoying the fruits of my labor to face the reality of living and dying… Both I have done more than once…

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