Thanks

Relaxation

Yesterday's post was to be dedicated to Relaxation, but I found it hard to concentrate on relaxing images and feelings yesterday. (I am finding this especially hard these days.) So much so that I wanted to change the R in Birthday Week to Reality. (I was over yesterday before it was over.) Rather depressing change of events, I know. Thinking along the lines of getting older and dealing with reality, I thought it might be more fitting for R. But realizing that life doesn't need to be so matter of fact, I attempted to allow the rest of my day be relaxing. The work day was already over so it was too late for that. I was unable to conjure relaxing images throughout the day, to make my day more bearable. At the very most, to get me through the day.

But let's talk about that night and how it all went after I left work. When I got home there was a sweet note on the door telling me to come in and relax and that I needn't worry about a thing. Matt cooked dinner, did the dishes, he even unpacked my bags and poured me a glass of wine. I swear I thought he had been reading my blog. No, he just wanted to treat me well on his day off (his Sunday), as well as two days before my birthday. It was amazing!

Now to attempt to instill relaxation into my everyday routine. Hmmmm...

Day 2, Involvement

"You always end up getting involved in things because  of, you know, the strange things your life brings you into contact with." Edward Norton

"As citizens, we all have an obligation to intervene and become involved - it's the citizen who changes things." Jose Saramago

"You have to pick the stories that you want to be involved with and the end game is you'd like to be a part of a hit. But I think your moral obligation is to follow your own heart." Kevin Costner

It's My Birthday Week

It's the big one folks, the big 2-7. This gal is turning 27 on the 27th of this month!

Here are my birthday goals for my birthday week

B - Belief
I - Involvement
R - Relaxation
T - Thanks
H - Helping Others
D - Dedication
A - Attitude
Y - Youthfulness
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Here's to hoping I can carry these through with me this 27th year of my life.



Today. Sunday. The start of Birthday Week.

I believe in many things, but the more I learn, see and feel, the more I am aware of my own life and life in general.

I believe in...

birthdays as a new beginning, a time of a new years
three day weekends
a perfect day having any combination of the following: babies, puppies, ice cream
dancing in the kitchen
everyone singing any and everywhere
the power of a smile
Margarita Mondays/Tequila Tuesdays/some sort of beverage themed evening
baking as stress relief
cooking for more than one
family as your backbone, the good and the bad
bare feet
ridding the world of billboards
volunteering
children
Julys at the Lake
playing frisbee and taking walks with Bella
sustainability
non-profits
coke zero
chocolate soymilk
french fries
chocolate with peanut butter
chocolate with caramel
boycotting globalization, consumerism, the World Cup and Olympics alike
drinking with straws
eating with your hands
polka dots
sprinkles (appreciating the little things)
using your own mind, imagination and body everyday
the power of Kenny Chesney's music
the power of country music
getting rid of anything that isn't joyful, beautiful or useful!

my weekend

involved crafting up a fabulous guestbook for my sister's wedding,

making some necessary clothing purchases with mom for wedding day and weekend (boyfriend did too),

running errands with and for mom for the wedding,

a trip to newport with the boyfriend for necessary/appropriate wedding day attire,

hair trim for wedding (seeing a pattern here yet?)

and fantastic evening of dinner and dessert with boyfriend

wedding is in less than 2 weeks now!

p.s. momma bought these fantastic gourds today

forgetting to remember and remembering to forget

My Soul is the Sky (a lovely blog favorite of mine)

I need to forget you so I can remember me. I mean it's only right because I have to live with me every day and I no longer get to live with you being a part of my life every day. I still have conversations with you in my head. Of course most, if not all of them, are completely one sided. That one side being me. It's funny, because it's now the opposite of how it was when we were together...

I remember you far too often, reliving memories from our past lives together. I also too often have dreams of you. Every time I feel as if I've come a long way on the road to recovery, I'm reminded of the you that was, the us that was, the me that was and I'm back to missing you and hating myself for the things I've done and the pain I've caused you and myself these past few years. Yes, I'm recovering from you. Still. I'm trying to get over you still. Trying to move past you and the past...

They all tell me that I'm better off without you. They also told me that from the start. I didn't listen then so what makes them or my heart think I will even listen now. The truth of the matter is, I miss you. And not in a whenever I'm lonely or sad or terribly blue I miss you out of habit. I miss you when I remember the fun times, the happy times. When people, events, days remind me of you and the things that we did and the conversations we had and the things you said, oh the marvelous and beautiful things you would tell me. Exactly what I always wanted to hear. And that should have been my first clue into the real you...

I need to forget you so I can remember me. You see, there's someone new. Someone who deserves my full attention, thoughts, undying love and beauty. Someone who is slowly beginning to see my true self, my true worth. This person has been waiting patiently for quite some time for me to return. To return to solid ground. It's time I gave me the respect and love I deserve.

It's time I forgot you and remembered me.

It's time I understood what love is truly all about.

It's time I forgot you because deep down I know you've already forgotten me.

And what's the point in loving someone who never truly loved you?

little miss. perfect

Could someone please paint this on my ceiling so when I wake up every morning it's the first thing that I see?

i think this describes me perfectly. miss. perfectionist here just waiting on perfection to happen in and to every aspect of my life. and let me tell you miss. perfectionist and miss. impatient do not get along well. been trying my darndest to accept the simple fact that i have everything i could possibly need right here and now. why is this concept so hard for me to grasp?