It’s all a two-way street. Give and take. Ebb and flow. Action and reaction. Cause and effect. Maybe it’s not 50-50, but it’s something. Even 90-10 is two-way.
I just started reading Kitchen Confidential by Anthony Bourdain. It’s a refreshing read. And it feels good to read it.
More personal freedom = more personal happiness. (Personal, internal, not political…)
“Begin at the beginning and go on till you come to the end: then stop.” -Lewis Carroll. I just found this written in my agenda from 2003. Thinking about this quote in 2014, I’m learning that it pertains more than just to storytelling. Maybe not everything is supposed to last forever. And that’s okay.
I heard this the other day and it has totally stuck with me… “To live dishonorably costs you biologically.” And the Gods never take a room at The Ritz.
Martyrs are no fun. Really no fun.
I think we have more power than we realize. And once in a while I think we have all the power in the world.
Beau started 2nd grade today. Did I document the occasion? Nope. Oh well. And I guess it was a success. I know they had circle time (which may or may not be called their morning meeting,) and lunch was good, they took some sort of assessment test (details aren’t even close to sketchy,) and he has no enemies in his class. Yes, apparently he has enemies in 2nd grade. Life is good.
Note to self: Next time you go for a walk, wear sunscreen.
Do you ever hear something or read something and you are literally brought to tears? And really you don’t know why. Really, you have no idea why, but you know it’s something important. I guess it just becomes more food for thought until readiness sets in.
It’s hard to hold a grudge, but it’s scary to move forward.
I’m penning this in bed. I like to think that one day I’ll want to remember what a typical evening is like here… Beau is finally asleep in his bed, Shane has probably fallen asleep in there also. What is it about kids falling asleep (or not) on their own? Sami is asleep on floor on my side of the bed. There is a certain comfort I find that that’s her place to hit they hay every night. Something about little rituals. It’s hot outside, no storms tonight unfortunately. I’m wondering how long until it’s truly jeans weather. I’d settle for a breeze, warm or cool. Dinner was frozen pizza because I never got my act together to do anything beyond that in the kitchen. I’m lucky I got a load of laundry done. Monday is either full steam ahead or sloth-like progress – nothing in between.
And with that, good night. Onward to Tuesday.