GUMPTION – Marilyn Armstrong



I have to admit, these days, it takes a certain amount of good ole’ gumption to get myself out of bed at all. It has been a frantic month and I can count on a frantic couple of months to come. I’m feeling the stress.

Finally, after relaxing enough to enjoy retirement, I feel like I’m back on a treadmill. I suppose I should feel good about it because it will have — I believe — good results and make our world a better place. Nonetheless, it has been a rough road. I’ve worked hard at unknotting the stress mess I’d become by the time I quit work and realized I wasn’t going to do it anymore. Now, it’s back.

Gumption is a great word and one you don’t hear much anymore. I remember when it was quite common, but our language has turned into a kind of internet shorthand and all the gorgeous, rich words seem to be disappearing. “LOL” and “OMG” and the like will never give us the feeling or wealth our previous language allowed.

These days, it’s had to have the gumption to just get on with it and survive. From a relatively peaceful world — which had its problems, mind you — we have been tossed willy-nilly into a nightmare world where everything we believed before makes no sense.

As I said: It takes a fair bit of gumption to just get up in the morning and face the day.

Does anyone think it is going to get easier? Yesterday, they actually locked up Manafort. I think that was the first thing all week that made me feel almost good.

World? Throw me a few crumbs! I need hope to keep on keeping on!

Author: Marilyn Armstrong

Writer, photography, blogger. Previously, technical writer. I am retired and delighted to be so. May I live long and write frequently.

16 thoughts on “GUMPTION – Marilyn Armstrong”

                  1. I just wouldn’t bother going out with him, you know? Even thirty+ years ago he was a bloated loser that I wouldn’t have wasted my time on if he had sat next to me in a bar, and yet some people went with him for money. Poor everyone.


                    1. Thirty years ago I was 41 and he was a loser then too. But these days, IF I could cuff him and hand him over to the nearest penitentiary? I would be one happy camper. Oh how he deserves a LONG prison term.

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  1. This morning I wanted to stay in bed. No particular reason, but I sat on the edge of the bed and thought „do I really want to do this?“. I suppose common sense took over, but I so wanted to forget the daily routine


    1. Oh, ME TOO. I was having stress dreams about driving and accidents and I cleaned yesterday, so I figured “If I don’t get up, will it REALLY matter?” Then I got up. Actually, getting up usually makes me feel better. I just have to push through to do it.

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  2. Sadly, we are fed crumbs and told it is a banquet and why aren’t we feasting? At least, that is why I continue to hunger for justice and a sense of balance in a world turned topsy-turvy. (How’s that for an old-fashioned word?)


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