So much that I made a batch of images with them. Feel free to share. Have a great weekend!
So much that I made a batch of images with them. Feel free to share. Have a great weekend!
My dream would be that every man, woman, and child on this Earth could experience the freedoms we enjoy every day.
Enjoy your independence, my friends. God bless.
it’s okay to be you. it really is. no need to run with the herd and do what everybody else is doing.
if you don’t like that book that everyone else is reading, that’s cool.
if you don’t like broccoli, think starbucks is just overpriced coffee, and wouldn’t know a hair product if it bit you in the foot, it doesn’t mean there’s anything wrong with you.
just saying…love yourself. be yourself. you’re cool just the way you are.
happy tuesday. ❤
This week I did a series of picture posts on my Facebook page. I’d read somewhere that pictures were more popular than links or straight text on Facebook and based on my small ‘experiment’ it does appear to be true. Pictures do seem to get more attention on my page.
For me, that was good because I spend a lot of time with text, words, concepts and sometimes, a picture really does speak better than any word you can come up with. Or maybe pictures coupled with the right word is the real winning combination.
The picture post that got the most attention is the one I used above.
So, why would that message resonate more?
I think that people get lost in the big stuff. I know I do. Chasing the dream of being a best-selling author, is a good example of the big stuff I want to celebrate. I pray I will be able to celebrate. I fear I won’t ever celebrate. And I doubt there is any author who doesn’t feel that way.
We all have dreams that we chase. Some more realistic than others but important to us, nonetheless. Despite any proximity to reality.
But the problem with getting lost in the big stuff is that we miss all the wonderful little things that happen to us, for us, and around us. The world is a big, beautiful mystical place and there are probably hundreds of moments a day we could celebrate if we chose to.
So, here is the small stuff I’m celebrating this week:
♥ Puppy Lily absconded big dog Emma’s bear (stuffed toy) and guards it with all the ferocity of a bear. Did I mention the bear is bigger than she is?
♥ Dinner with my friend Andy. It was just us barbecuing a couple burgers in my backyard and then later going to Starbucks for coffee. Then hours of talk about anything and everything.
♥ Phone call with Jenny. My best friend who lives in Texas and whom I miss terribly. Quote from her son, “I touche a Guinea pig and now I’m sick.” You just can’t make that kind of stuff up, right?
♥ I finally figured out scene 86 in my book.
♥ The grocery store had daffodils on sale – $1.99 for 10 stems, I got 20. Today they opened. What a beautiful sunny scent!
♠ I discovered tiny little tomatoes on my tomato plants. Six of them. Big news!
♥ I had heavy cream for my coffee this morning. Heaven.
♥ A favorite client contacted me out of the blue yesterday.
♥ Spring is finally here.
Maybe all I’m really talking about is feeling gratitude in my life. And if I am, that’s fine with me. I want to feel grateful for everything in my life – even the small stuff. Even the bad stuff. Because it’s all part of this mysterious game we call life and you can’t appreciate the good without the bad. The highs without the lows. The exciting without the boring. Right?
How about you, dear reader? What is the small stuff you’re celebrating this week? Did you finally master that cookie recipe? See a beautiful baby? Hug a puppy? See an old friend? Witness an incredible sunrise? Feel free to share any or all of it.
Have a great weekend.
First, I’d like to say thank you to all of you who expressed sympathies about losing my dog Maggie last week. I can’t tell you how much it meant to me except to say, it meant a lot. So, thank you to everyone.
Going against my natural instincts, I decided to adopt another dog, rather than wait. I think that Maggie would’ve been happy about that. In fact, I am too. Because out of the deep sorrow I felt at losing my dog of 13 years, I am now feeling immense joy from the new puppy. Lily.
I will always have the old memories of Maggie – she was a remarkable dog – a remarkable ‘person’ and can’t be replaced. But Lily is a little white bundle of joy and I look forward to making new memories with her.
If you have lost a beloved pet, I empathize with you. Deeply. It is a profoundly sad experience. But if you are holding off in adopting a new pet, don’t. Please, don’t. There are so many wonderful animals out there just waiting to find a loving family. And you could be that family.
I’m one of those people who does things with their whole heart. I can’t be halfway. I’m either all in or all out. It’s just how I’m wired. Some see it as a character flaw because you know, I take things to heart. I take things personally. Because to me, it is personal. I mean anything that is part of my life is personal, isn’t it?
Sure I’ve tried to develop a thick skin and act like things don’t matter. It’s just a job or a crappy review, or some guy I didn’t want to date anyway – whatever it doesn’t matter. But doesn’t it? If it’s part of your life, it is personal. Doesn’t it have to be? I think so.
I once had a friend who told me she puts things in boxes. In her head. Must be a pretty organized head, right. You know? This argument goes in this box. This catastrophe goes in this box. My grocery list goes in another box. Wow, I sit back in wonder of people who can do this. I can’t.
But the truth is, I don’t want to live in a box. I want to live in the waves that threaten to drown me and tap dance in thunder storms wearing my tin foil hat. Wail like a banshee when something hurts. Laugh like an idiot when something tickles me. I want all the colors in the crayon box. And I don’t want to color inside the lines either. Vivid, bright colors that make you shield your eyes. I want to talk loud when I’m excited, wear red lipstick just because, and paint my nails purple because it’s pretty. Eat the whole loaf of bread I just pulled out of the oven and slather it in butter.
Life is there to live, to experience, to try, to fail, to sometimes succeed. Maybe even to fly. So…with my whole heart I choose to aim for the skies. I’m all in.Always. Come what may.
What about you? Are you all in? All out? Do you feel with your whole heart? Do you hold back because you’re worried what people will think? Do you take one cookie when you want 10?
Speak with your whole heart (or whatever part you care to share) in the comments.
This time of year it is so easy to get wrapped up in the preparations – the food, the gifts, the parties…
And I don’t know about you but I often go through the ‘it doesn’t feel like Christmas’ syndrome. For a variety of reasons – but usually because I don’t have enough money to buy gifts, or I have to work up until Christmas Eve, or, or, or…
But all of that stuff is just stuff. Right?
And I honestly don’t think the stuff is what brings about the absence of that special ‘feeling’ we all want to have. Because I think the absence has nothing to do with the material world – I think it’s our internal treasures we seek, not all the packages under the tree.
This year instead of worrying about the client checks that are still somewhere in the mail, or whether I’ve bought enough gifts, or even if the meal I have planned is going to turn out right, I think I’ll just try to think about my blessings.
I’ll think about how great it is that I have my own business and I’m writing a blog post at midnight because I don’t get up to an alarm clock. I’ll spend time with family and friends who love me and I’ll think about those who I can’t be with this year but know I will on another year. I’ll delight in the fact that people read my books. I’ll stop and really admire the mountains that I see when I walk out my front door every day. I’ll watch Christmas movies and be thankful that I have eyes to see them. I’ll take my dog for a walk and feel blessed that I have legs to walk with. In other words, all the things I have – my blessings.
Whether you are religious or not. Whether you celebrate Christmas, Chanukah, Kwanzaa, the Winter Solstice, or just Santa Claus, I hope you will be celebrating your blessings too. And that wherever you are and whatever you are doing, that you feel the happiness that your blessings bring you.
See you all after Christmas.
I’ve always loved Christmas. I collect Christmas movies, ornaments, decorations, jewelry, clothing, toys – just can’t seem to get enough of that stuff.
When I was a little girl I had a mission to prove that Santa was real. Every year I’d sit in the window seat determined to stay there until I saw Santa. I never did see him, and I always fell asleep, often waking up with my cheek stuck to the freezing window pane and shivering.
But no matter what anyone told me I still believed in Santa because it was somehow right that there was a person who existed in the world to just make people happy. Whose purpose was the joy of others. That had to be real, didn’t it?
And I think that purpose to make others happy in in all of us but really blossoms around Christmas time. Sure, we love to receive gifts and attention but isn’t the real joy in doing that for others? Aren’t we more excited about how happy our child or spouse or friend is going to be when they open our gift, or eat the cookies we baked or see the tree we decorated?
For me, that was always the pure joy of Christmas – to make others happy. Nothing makes me happier than to make others happy.
And I think the reason I write is to make others happy too. I want to give them the joy of reading a story they will love, that will make them feel, or believe, or laugh or cry – or all of it.
So, in honor of Christmas this year I’ve published two Christmas stories to Amazon:
I hope you enjoy them and I hope more than anything, they make you happy.
Well my Christmas personality is:
Spirit of the Festivities
Whether it’s stringing cranberries, decorating the tree, or singing Christmas carols, you are in the spirit of Christmas. You aren’t greedy. Even if you’re not religious. Christmas is a great holiday for you.
What’s your Christmas personality? Take the quiz here
Sometimes lightning strikes, without warning or premonition.
It streaks the sky with an energy unique and all consuming.
And it carries you away to a world you might never have known.
A wonderful world. A beautiful world that is rare and foreign but feels like home. And you can never be the same once you’ve been there and learned the secrets of lightning.
Once it becomes part of you, your spirit, your soul. And you never want to be the same.
The lightning got me and I’m never going back.
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