Category: thoughts



IΒ don’t know about you, but I can be paralyzed by my creativity – head filled to the brim with ideas and possible ways to fail.

I can criticize my way into a guilty state for not doing MORE, in turn doing NOTHING.

Today is not that day, and today will never be that day again! I don’t want it to be – at all.


The quote that has been replaying itself in my head like a quiet refrain of truth is this – Β Do something small, and do it well.


Just like working out for twenty minutes meets your goal for the day – anything else is extra. Work on a project for twenty minutes a day, and you have worked on and met your goal. Rest is yours. Ahem, mine πŸ™‚ If inspiration and creativity grow beyond that point, it’s sweet fruit and time to fly.

I give myself permission from this day forward, that my TODAY will be filled with met goals and moments of creativity where ideas can grow and guilt can die.





Just in case that remark about exercising threw you off a little, read more about it here.


it’s not Friday


So why am I posting?Β 



I had a beautiful Monday, and I have had some wonderful moments sprinkled throughout these last couple of weeks. Life is just plain fun! And I feel like recording it πŸ™‚


I have received beautiful drawings from kids with hearts full of love, danced in the kitchen, sorted and said goodbye to toys that need to go to a new home, and I WENT ON A DATE! Say what? I’m so glad I took the plunge! A great man, a cup of hot chocolate, and fantastic conversation made for one of the sweetest times. EVER. I will forever be grateful for his kind heart and hearty laugh. Throw in some sarcasm? Love it!

Life is a varied and funny thing – and I’m happy to be in this season. Thrilled would be a better fit. As would elated, excited, and any ready to kick up my feet and have a good time-ish phrases πŸ™‚



So party planning, taxes, and art projects aside – I’M HAPPY. Not because life is perfect, but because I get to live it πŸ™‚ Really. Not survive, or cope, or any of those horrid things that sometimes entangle us – nope nope nope. Not me.


I get to sit in the car waiting for my daughter to get out of school, recline my seat completely back, and take in the wondrous creation. Le sigh. The wind singing with the leaves, the sun casting gorgeous shadows and highlighting the amazing details of each leaf, and the distant sound of traffic sounding like a deep river. Oh my. It was peaceful and soothing. I unplugged and let my mind wander – and I felt the youth of my soul revive.

So we sat and chatted for two hours. TWO HOURS. And it felt like nothing and everything at the same time. He listened so patiently to my ramblings, waited while I tried to gather my thoughts, and even let me finish my sentences. I was ME. And I could feel the blood of Β non-mom me start to flow in my veins again. And what I want, and what I fear, and what I dream – it’s there. I saw it, and he gave me the chance to speak it. I loved every minute! Walking and talking – I heard his heart, his laugh, and I was perfectly happy. It’s the chance to grow and be pushed – to listen to different music and appreciate the print you leave in this world – all at the same time.


And I love the newness of sharing in the beauty of another’s soul.



This is it, #FMFparty time πŸ™‚


Let’s do it!


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I see things so differently now. Things I had never considered, there’s a whole new light. My perspective is AWESOME. I feel like with each passing year, I’ve followed a path up a mountain. The path is not easy, it’s life people, it isn’t made to be easy. I DIDN’T KNOW THAT!!!! So the struggles, the dreams, the goals, and the obstacles – I can see the beauty in it all like never before.

And of course …

There are still days I get down, beat myself up, throw myself over the cliff and cry my little eyes out – but even now I can SEE what those days are for, why they happen, and my heart is ever grateful that I now plan for them and accept that the best that I can do is that.

And maybe it’s not just age. It’s experience too, I guess. I read Donald Miller’s “A Million Miles” (and I still can’t remember the entire title, even though the book is currently sitting on the seat in my car), and it’s all about story. I was not very inspired with mine, until I read that part about the inciting event.

I’ve got mine πŸ™‚

Here’s to seeing new things and flying high!