Samantha Matis
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To be Honest
I was honest today. That's not saying I'm a dishonest person, but today I was honest about my mental state. It's a habit, we all do it, someone asks how we are and we say we are "fine" or "good". In reality that isn't always true and we just keep moving forward. We go about our day no matter how we are really feeling and keeping that information to ourselves. Today was different, I decided to be honest.
By Samantha Matisabout a year ago in Humans
Ally
It was 1995, I was in high school in a very small town where everyone knew everyone else. This also meant rumors or events spread like wildfire because there was little else to do in that town. I had a friend that I didn't hang out with outside of school, but we talked at school or if we saw each other aroud town. He worked at a local fast food restuarant where my family and I would see him sometimes and we would all talk for a bit. No one paid any mind to the pink upside down triangle necklace he wore. It was the 90's and it was one of those little enamel pendants that hung just longer than a choker necklace on a black "string". Any of my 90's folks reading this know the ones I'm talking about. I'm not sure why that necklace stands out to me still, but it does.
By Samantha Matis2 years ago in Pride
Sew Comforting
Ever since my children were born I had wanted to learn how to sew. I remembered my grandmother sewing and my mother did as well some when I was a child. My grandmother had to stop as I got old enough to become interested because she had a condition called Macular Degeneration that affected how she could see. My mother just didn't have the time to sew anymore let alone teach me. As the years passed I kept thinking off an on about how I wanted to learn to sew. My mom passed away when I was 22 so as I got older learning from her wasn't an option. I was a single mom of two and didn't have the time or money to learn and I had pretty much decided it was something I wasn't going to learn.
By Samantha Matis2 years ago in Lifehack
Stop Sexualizing Children
Go on social media and you will see innocent photos or videos of young girls and women where there are commenters saying things about the length of their shorts, skirts, or dresses. The "they need to put some more clothes on" comments abound. Something is only sexual when we make it that way. I'm not talking about the shorts where they literally have their butt cheeks hanging out of the shorts or the ones that I have underwear that cover more. I'm talking shorts like gym shorts that are above mid-thigh. Perfectly normal shorts that you can see anyone wearing around. Why do we think young girls or women should have to wear long shorts?
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Humans
Strangers at the Elevator
I got lucky and as I walked into the elevator hall at work coming back from lunch, one opened up that was going down. That's a rare thing to happen and normally I give up waiting and go down the stairs. I witness a nurse hurriedly telling a gnetlman how to get where he was trying to go and he walks away to go and I look over and see him looking around and put his hands on his hips and hung his head looking defeated. I had a decision to make here, either hop on the elevator or go to help this stranger. I looked back at the elevator as the doors just began to close. I looked back at him, and back at the doors where I could have shoved my hand in to reopen the doors. Instead I sighed a little to myself and walked towards the gentleman who was clearly feeling lost and looked slightly despaired. The hospital is comprised of 4 buildings or "hospitals" and it can be a pain navigating them even for employees.
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Humans
How to Say I Love You.
My siblings and I have a very different look at our father and his love. He has never been a very emotional or sentimental person. He's never been the hug and kisses and saying "I love you" type of person. However, I never felt unloved by him. I still knew he loved his family. I was actually a daddy's girl and followed him around everywhere. My sisters weren't as attached to him as I was. Which leads to some heated discussions at times between us.
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Families
The Save
I grew up in a small town, it was so small that it only had an elementary school and once you were out of elementary school you had to take a bus to a close by county to go to middle and high school. There wasn't even a grocery store, we only had a couple of convenience stores to get gas or snacks. My family lived in a home with a house on either side of us. One neighbor had a pool, and we all went there to swim pretty often. The three families knew each other well. It's funny the things that stick with you so many years later like the day my dad jumped into a pool fully clothed.
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Families
Life at the airport
I worked for an airline for 4 years. They were fun, a lot of work, and 4 years of being way underpaid. This is a look at some things to do, or not to do, when traveling by air. All of this is based on experiences while working for the airline. I checked passengers in, worked the gate, worked the ramp, and the baggage office so I have a lot to pull from.
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Wander
This is 41
Life is not easy. I’m on the cusp of a second divorce, my kids are now adults, and I just started a new job in a new town. Seven years ago, I picked up and moved to another state giving up everything to marry the love of my life, or so I thought. Fast forward to 2018 and I found out he was cheating on me with a woman halfway across the world. I guess in his defense I found out about it because he ended it and she sought me out on Facebook to let me know what he had done. He was remorseful and seemed dedicated to working things out. Turns out he was only dedicated in going through the motions. We went to counseling where we were just spinning circles because he only heard what he wanted to hear from the therapist. What he really wanted to happen was we both pretend it never happened and sweep it under the rug. For the record, that is not how to handle things.
By Samantha Matis3 years ago in Humans