Can you believe another year is almost over? And what a year it has been.
Last Christmas saw the beginning of the longest federal government furlough. I sat at home all through January wondering when the stalemate would end and I could go back to work. And stressed wondering whether we’d be paid for the time.
February saw me packing and planning my third cross-country move. I narrowly missed a winter storm system as I drove and arrived in Washington to a couple feet of snow.
March blurred into April and then May as I traveled for conferences and tried to learn my new job.
Summer arrived in the Pacific Northwest and I explored the beauty of nature and all the hiking.
Before I knew it, fall arrived and the days stayed sunny and warm. But slowly the nights got longer and the days shorter. I failed at NaNoWriMo and a short story writing competition, but had a blast with new friends.
And now the Christmas holiday season is here again. A full turn around the sun. And I’m looking forward to a birthday vacation with some dear friends in January and some amazing new adventures in twenty-twenty.
But on this Christmas Eve, I stop to be in the moment. I pause to be grateful for all that I have, thankful for the love of family and friends, and blessed by it all.
Merry Christmas to you. May your days be merry and bright. And may your holidays be filled with love and laughter.
After 35 days of enormous stress, I feel a bit like a mack truck has run over me. It has been an incredible amount of stress to endure, sitting, waiting, watching, counting every penny to try to make it last.
If you don’t know what I’m talking about, let me catch you up.
There are certain times of the year that are hard for me and this is one of those times. This week marks the 9th anniversary of my father’s death.
Death is not an easy subject for most of us. We don’t like to talk or think about it. When we have to speak of it, we use “soft” words and phrases, like the person passed. And we certainly don’t like to be reminded of it. We tend to shrug it off as if death, and the resulting grief, are something we can just do and move on.
Death and grief are inevitable in this life. The one experience that we will all share.
We all play the “what if” game. What if we had gone to a different school. What if we had taken that job or turned down another. What if we had turned left instead of right.
I believe that it’s human nature to imagine life differently than what it is. To speculate how our life would be had we taken another path. Imagination is a good thing. It can spur change, make us reach for something we might not otherwise have tried.
Ever have days where you “should be” doing something? And probably something “productive”? But instead, you engage in, well, nothing.
Then you read these articles about what successful people, like Richard Branson, Arianna Huffington, and Bill Gates, do before 7am. And you feel like a complete failure because you struggled just to get up and put pants on today. (And when you realize it’s Saturday, you grab the yoga pants instead.)
I walk. A lot. I walk to work. I walk my dog. I walk to the store. And as I walk, I see all sorts of things—restaurants, new construction, shops, derelict buildings, historical sites, graveyards, churches, homes, yards, parks, cars going here, cars going there, people walking to and fro, and abandoned items. Continue reading →
I knew this day would eventually come. I thought I had more time. More time to consider my options on a replacement. I admit I looked at new ones at the Apple store a couple times, but I kept putting it off because he was trudging along, even though his pinwheel spun more and more.
So here’s my lesson learned for the week. I share this with you all so you can learn from my mistakes.
In this modern age of technology, internet service providers (ISPs) are a must-have. Without a internet at home, I cannot stream binge Netflix, check my email or Facebook or any other social media, work on my blog, lose hours on Pinterest. And did I mention Netflix? Sure, I can use my phone and my data plan to do these things, but that becomes burdensome and potentially expensive (or at least slow when AT&T decides I’ve logged enough time). Plus, streaming TV on a small screen just isn’t the same. Continue reading →