Someone else having something you’d like or doing something you want to do does not take away your ability to have it or to do it as well. Life is too short not to go for making what you want happen.
Huffing and puffing and stomping will not make me sympathetic. It will make me want to tell the huffer and puffer and stomper to buck it up and deal.
My 2009 to do list: read, write, keep in touch.
Q. What year was the Moonwalk? A. 1969. I thought this was common knowledge. Apparently it’s not.
I’m placing more importance on me and mine. I feel an early-30s-crisis coming on and I’m not going to wake up one day and wonder, other than raising kids and being a wife and numbers and paper, what I did with my life.
Shane’s poker night tomorrow may be a blessing in disguise. The goal is to get some reading done; maybe I’ll even finish my book. And hopefully Shane will come home with lots of winnings!
I made a batch of popovers last night for the first time and they came out good. Such an interesting food.
I think I have some really screwed up left sinuses or allergies or whatever.
I’ve joined the Wednesday Spaghetti movement. I was apprehensive at first only because it brought up emotions that I didn’t know I was having issues with (you know those emotions…where are my late-night-talk-girlfriends? how can I let motherhood not take over my life? what am I doing with my life? what is my purpose?…I didn’t want to tackle them last night so baked cookies.) But, I’m excited now. It’s so simple but it’s genius.
Forwarded email messages with simply “???” bother me. Either ask me a complete question or simply state “please read below.” Thanks for letting me get that out there.
I have to start thinking of Arizona as home. I’m here for the long haul. It isn’t the sea and the salt and the fog of the Bay Area. It’s not the rollling hills and thunder storms and fireflies of Iowa. It’s okay to miss home(s) while (finally) mentally settling into your new one.
I’m not worried about the flu.
I heard the song “Smooth Operator” at lunch today and it reminded me of the fact that when I was little I thought it was about a telephone operator which made no sense to me. Yes, I get it now.
I am hearting my new water softener. Yes, leaky pipes don’t know 9-5, but being married to a plumber does have its perks.
I seriously thought Beau was humming his ABCs last night. Pure brilliance I thought. Then I realized it was Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I need to get my tunes straight.
There is only so much time in a day, in a week, in a year. I am going to spend less of it on things that I just don’t care about. It’s an empowering acceptance.
Do what makes you happy. Do what you feel passionate about. Little by little everything will fall into place.