Big Time

How do you define success? Is it the amount of moolah in your savings account? How about the value of your stock portfolio? The German car that’s parked in your garage? How about the casa to which that garage is attached? All of those things are nice (some of them are REALLY nice), but does having them equal success? What does success mean to you?

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There’s a lot of work to be done when it comes to feeling personally successful. Since the very definition of success is different for each of us, this battle is so intensely personal. For example, the family structure that the Wee One and I have is by no means conventional, but it works for us. Some people may look at the fact that she moves between our home, her father’s house, and my parents on a regular basis as problematic, however it has provided her with a really good foundation. She is a lovely, well-mannered, sweet little thing…and she seems to be very happy. Her smiles and kindness towards those around her are great indications of my success to me – she’s turning out pretty well so far. Let’s cross the fingers that we emerge from the teenaged years relatively unscathed!! ;-)

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Other folks define their success solely by their careers…which I think is narrow, but to each their own. I get asked from time to time what my ambitions are. Generally, I think people are trying to ascertain my desired career trajectory (which is cool that they care)….although I don’t really have a good answer for them. I have all sorts of ideas of jobs that I think would be groovy, but I love my current school so much that I never want to leave. Instead, I tell them that I want to spend my life being the kind of person that people will have good things to say about. Being kind and treating people well matters more to me than just about anything. The thought of me being an asshole is just not something that I can accept. Now, don’t think that I’m some sweet Pollyanna who is a doormat and a wallflower rolled into one ball of insipid fun. I can – and do! – definitely stand up for myself, but I try to do it as politely as possible. I believe that regardless of what I achieve in this lifetime, the most important things are being a good person, and raising an even better one. Everything else is just gravy. :-)

Some people care a whole whole lot about owning stuff….it’s kind of that old strange mentality of he with the most toys wins. Do you agree? While I think it would be super- nice to own all the finest things that I could ever possibly want, I know that thinking is highly impractical. Nice things are nice to have, don’t get me wrong….but they don’t matter nearly as much as people. I think that remembering the things that are important in life –  your family, your friends, your Boo, your spirituality, your home life – are the things that make you successful. :-)

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I don’t define success by having a busy and productive life, either…if I did, then I would be San Antonio’s version of Bill Gates or some other Titan of industry. I’m aware that I’m a bit more of a go getter than the average bear…but I don’t think I’m too terribly unusual. Are you a super-busy person? Do you like being that way? Or, do you prefer having very little going on in your life?  I am a super-busy bee, which is pretty much how I roll, but locating like-minded people can be TOUGH, friends! Do you know how bloody many people are kinda lazy? Content to just sit there, see how it goes, let life happen to them? Way too many, friends….trust me, I seem to find all of them. What ever happened to ambition? Motivation? Getting shit done so that you can make your dreams come true? I just don’t get it. Life will go on, friends, whether you want it to or not. Rather than being a passive passenger, wouldn’t you prefer instead to be an active actinger? ( so not a word, but it bloody well should be) I find this to be such a huge issue, and I’m not sure why. I am not in charge of somebody else’s destiny, any more than they are responsible for mine. I need to do me – and let them do them. It just bugs me. Apparently I need a hobby. Perhaps I should take up knitting? ;-)

I think that when it comes to contemplating success, it may be time to reshape our thinking. There’s been articles recently on the optimum salary for happiness…have you heard about this? It’s not $500,000 or even $250,000 (nice though that would be!)- it’s $75,000. A nice chunk of change, yes? But not as high as I’d have thought. You? Researchers have found that anything above that amount provides negligible happiness, and often more headaches. You can read that study here…I’m fascinated by it. :-). 

All of these things can lead to success, depending on how you look at it. I think they real key is determining what matters to you, figuring out the things that you need to feel happy and successful, and then planning and working like a mo’fo to make sure you achieve them. Good luck – I know you can do it! :-)

Xxx

On An Island

I bought this dress in April:

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Pretty, eh? It’s from Peter Som’s DesigNation collaboration with Kohl’s – I actually bought a few frocks when that collection was released, but this was by far my favorite. Sadly, I don’t look like the beautiful model in that picture up there, but….there’s something kind of magical about that dress. Whenever I put it on (I wear mine with a belt cinching the waist), I seem to somehow feel better about myself – which, in turn, leads to an absolute ton of compliments. I don’t know that the dress is particularly flattering on me (I have eyes, I know what I’m working with), but apparently I feel like a sexed-up glamour puss when I put this on, because I work it like nobody’s business and I hear so much positive feedback on how great I look. I’m not talking just catcalls from horn dogs, but real compliments from people…it’s interesting. I guess it just goes to show that when you feel good, you look good. When I put this dress on, it’s insanely comfortable (like jammies comfortable), yet it does a fab job of showcasing my boobs, emphasizes the waist, and flows nicely due to the super-high slit in the front. I find that when I wear it, I imagine that I’m back on a Greek island, making my way through the winding streets of Crete or Mykonos again, smelling the salty air and taking in the blazing sun. When I’m wearing this dress, the slightest breeze will pick up the edges and blow it around delicately, yet somehow I don’t seem to suffer as many wind-dress-ass situations as I usually do. It’s magic, I’m telling you!! :-)

The really important takeaway from my strange little story about my dress is the importance of doing what makes you feel good…and how that feeling good will transfer  into other areas of your life. When I feel good about myself, I think I look better, and I approach the world with an open heart and mind. I’m kinder, more patient, and more accepting of those around me. I feel like I’m more fun to be around when I’m feeling good about myself, and I feel decidedly more confident and capable in my job. There’s really no limit to what we can accomplish when we are feeling good about ourselves, so….why is it so bloody hard to sustain? Why do I (and a zillion other people) spend so damn much time beating ourselves up and being such haters about ourselves when we should be our own biggest cheerleaders? It’s baffling to me, yet I’m one of the biggest offenders of this particular sin around. The other day, I was speaking with someone and in typical me fashion, I was insulting myself. I’ve done this my whole life, thinking it makes me cute and quirky and in possession of the most charming self-deprecating sense of humor. It does not. What it does is make me sound like a real arsehole who is fishing for compliments like it was my bloody job!! Pathetic!! Grr!! I must have been in rare form that day because as I was pulling in the driveway at home, I received this text message: You know what? You need to stop having your opinion of yourself and start using mine: awesome.  Nice, eh? I know…I am really lucky to know so many good people. :-) But it’s true…I do need to learn to change my attitude, to be more positive about me and the space I take up in this world. I need to be my own biggest fan.

 

And I need to wear that dress more often. :-)

 

xxx

Thinking Out Loud

This is how people should feel about each other when they are in love:

Click video to hear this song performed live

When your legs don’t work like they used to before
And I can’t sweep you off of your feet
Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love?
Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?

And, darling, I will be loving you ’til we’re 70
And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23
And I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe just the touch of a hand
Well, me—I fall in love with you every single day
And I just wanna tell you I am

So honey now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are

When my hair’s all but gone and my memory fades
And the crowds don’t remember my name
When my hands don’t play the strings the same way
I know you will still love me the same

‘Cause honey your soul could never grow old, it’s evergreen
And, baby, your smile’s forever in my mind and memory
I’m thinking ’bout how people fall in love in mysterious ways
Maybe it’s all part of a plan
Well, I’ll just keep on making the same mistakes
Hoping that you’ll understand

But, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Place your head on my beating heart
Thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are

So, baby, now
Take me into your loving arms
Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars
Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart
I’m thinking out loud
That maybe we found love right where we are
Oh, baby, we found love right where we are
And we found love right where we are 

 

 

Don’t you just love this song? Me, too…”kiss me under the light of a thousand stars / place your head on my beating heart”? Come on…that’s magic, that is. Love. :-)

I hope you’re finding love right where you are. :-)

 

xxx

All About That Bass

This. This is everything that’s right:

Click on the picture! :-)

Click on the picture! :-)

 

 

Feel free to sing along:

Because you know
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Yeah, it’s pretty clear, I ain’t no size two
But I can shake it, shake it
Like I’m supposed to do
Cause I got that boom boom that all the boys chase
And all the right junk in all the right places

I see the magazines workin’ that Photoshop
We know that shit ain’t real
C’mon now, make it stop
If you got beauty beauty, just raise ‘em up
Cause every inch of you is perfect
From the bottom to the top

Yeah, my mama she told me don’t worry about your size
She says boys like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass
Hey!

I’m bringing booty back
Go ahead and tell them skinny bitches that
No I’m just playing I know you think you’re fat
But I’m here to tell ya
Every inch of you is perfect from the bottom to the top

Yeah my mama she told me don’t worry about your size
She said boys like a little more booty to hold at night
You know I won’t be no stick figure silicone Barbie doll
So if that’s what you’re into then go ahead and move along

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass

Because you know I’m
All about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass, no treble
I’m all about that bass
‘Bout that bass
‘Bout that bass, ’bout that bass
Hey, hey, ooh
You know you like this bass

 

Great, right? I know. I could not love the message that this incredibly catchy song preaches more…it’s all that’s right about body positivity and self acceptance. I love that…and hope to someday do a better job of embodying these ideas….it’s a daily struggle. I hope that somewhere out there are people who don’t care about the width of your arse, who think that curves and junk in all the right places are desirable, not something to be tolerated. And I hope that these people come around my neighborhood…it’d be nice to see them and have some fun. :-)

 

if you’re looking for me, I will be shaking my arse to this song…because, dear friends, I am all about that bass. :-)

 

xxx

I Can’t Make You Love Me

Do you remember the Bonnie Raitt song I Can’t Make You Love Me? I think that is one of the most heartbreaking songs that’s ever been because it is so bloody true. There is absolutely nothing you can do when someone doesn’t want you or want to be with you….and that is just so hard, don’t you think? I spent my break today listening to three really cool women bemoan the fact that the objects of their desire didn’t return their feelings. Sad trombone!

Have you ever been pursued by someone that you were not interested in? I don’t necessarily mean that the very thought of them fills your mouth with bile and has you running for the nearest pot to pray to the porcelain god (although I’ve certainly experienced that feeling – more than once, sadly…but my all-time favorite comes in the form of a person whose number is stored in my phone to this day as Jackass John, just to make sure that I NEVER pick up the phone should that dumbass call – which still happens from time to time, even though A LOT of time has passed, and I’ve made my lack of interest abundantly clear. Holy for long sidebar – sorry)…you know the people that you’re sure are probably quite nice, but just not for you. It doesn’t matter what they do, how they do things….they are not your cup of tea. And there’s nothing wrong with that!!! There are some who won’t respect your decision and will try to make you feel badly…People who try to make you feel guilty for not being into them are absolute arseholes. Don’t be a bully and try to make someone like you, either. Just say no to being an arsehole. Just. Say. No. Be yourself…unless you can be a unicorn, then be a unicorn. :-)

Words to live by :-)

Words to live by :-)

One of the hardest things you’ll ever learn in life, my little crickets, is that sometimes there will be people who just aren’t that in to you. I know….it shocks me, too. Why wouldn’t every person in the world spend their leisure time building shrines in your honor because you’re faboo? I think they should. :-) However, once in a while you will come across someone that doesn’t return your affection, and your happily ever after disappears like a wisp of smoke. Poof….gone. How do you handle that? If you are me, you sit at home, drinking Pinot by candlelight listening to the aforementioned Bonnie Raitt song and feeling sorry for myself…like a larger, less attractive version of Renee Zellwegger in Bridget Jones. However, not a lot of good comes from that approach, so I don’t recommend it. What I do recommend is that you think about the people that you’ve not been interested in and how you realllly hoped that they would just get over it, move on, and quit texting you pictures of themselves that look like pedophile mugshots. (Fun Fact – I have received a TON of these over the years. If you ever want to be both frightened and tickled at the same time, ask me to show you. Good times!! :-) Important note: men – do not send Richard pics. Even when we like you and think we might be in to you – Richard pics aren’t that awesome. Trust.)

So….back to you. You know what you need to do? Get over it. Does it hurt / suck when someone doesn’t want to be with you? Sure does. Will it kill you, though? Not likely. Just put on your big girl panties and put one foot in front of the other….and you’ll be fine. I promise. :-)

Come over and drink Pinot with me, if you want….I’ll show you those pictures. It’ll be fun! ;-)

Xxx

 

Brooklyn Baby

I spent Saturday evening at home with the Wee One, sprawled on my bed, reading the newest Jennifer Weiner, listening to Lana Del Rey and playing Words With Friends. It had been a day – the dog got scared by fireworks on Friday night and did a runner…and I walked the neighborhood streets from midnight to 4:15am before giving up. Thankfully he reappeared at home at around 5:30am, but by then the night was pretty much toast. I spent the day painting my front door red (see below), and watching the entire first season of the AMAZING series The Fall, from BBC Northern Ireland…if you’ve not seen this one yet, rundon’twalk to Netflix and stream it now. There’s only 5 episodes, an hour each…and it is bloody riveting. SO good. Anyway, I watched that while coats of paint were drying, I started reading the Jennifer Weiner book, and then moved on and listened to Lana’s album. Her music left me wanting to lounge around outside of some impossibly hip pub, drink in hand, contemplating life, the stars, and destiny with a hipster in horn-rimmed glasses, skinny jeans, and a cardigan. The album sounds like summer, yet had me wanting to buy shoes for school in the fall. The more I listened, the more I felt as if I was in on her secrets, that together she and I were on the outside looking in on the popular kids. Listening to that album had me feeling all the feels, which is rather odd, as I haven’t had that happen in bloody ages. Strange! What music moves you, my friends? :-)

The old door :-(

The old door :-(

Midway through the process

Midway through the process

The door!!!

The door!!!

Ta-dah!!!! :-)

Ta-dah!!!! :-)

 

Last Saturday night, the Wee One and I drove up to Austin to a graduation party for my dear friend. It had been a hellaciously long day, and I was afraid of falling asleep, so I started singing with the radio. I found out that I was kind of loud and preventing the kid from sleeping due to my volume, so I was happy when she joined in. For me, the easiest way to ensure there’s no falling asleep at the wheel is by singing – and, because I’m an equal opportunity pain in the arse, I will also sing to someone else who is driving to make sure they stay awake! I have a good friend who I know probably still has nightmares about driving home with me from Austin at 4:00am, singing along with the old country tunes on the AM band on his radio *which he’d purposely picked thinking I wouldn’t know the words to those songs – fooled him!!!* I was jet-powered by a lot of beer that night, so my singing game was really on. The things I do for those I care for!!! ;-)

I’ve heard three great albums recently – the Lana one, Sia’s album is friggin DIVINE (Google her singing Chandelier on Howard Stern…you’ll weep, I guarantee), and Sam Smith’s In The Lonely Hour is CRAZY good!!! His voice is fabulous – LOVE!!! :-) I’m so excited for great new music – it’s been awhile since I’ve been excited about something like that. Yaa!! :-)

What excites you, my pretties? :-)

Xxx

PS: If Sam Smith’s Stay With Me doesn’t rip your bloody heart out and make you want to touch someone you love as you cry into their shoulder, then you had best make your way to the nearest ER, because you’re dead or about to be. Sorry about that. :-( That song is a heartbreaker…wowza!

Simple Stuff

My boss’s daughter got married this past weekend, and I played the piano for her wedding. Fifteen years ago this would have been a minor situation, as I played the piano all the time and was accustomed to playing for people. However, I don’t get to practice nearly as often as I’d like, and my poor left wrist has deteriorated so much that I never know from day to day what feeling – if any – I will have in my fingers. FYI – playing with numb fingers is much harder and less fun than it sounds. Anyway, I’ve been practicing, and I played for the ceremony on Saturday. Clearly, this was not an engagement I wanted to bomb (boss’s daughter and all that) – and I’m happy to report that I didn’t screw it up. Was it my best performance? Nope…but it was okay. :-) I survived….and hopefully nobody noticed my wee mess-ups. :-)

I want to talk about the wedding itself for a minute….I do think it might have been the most lovely wedding I’ve ever been to! :-) There was nothing over-the-top about it – everything was simple, tasteful, and sweet. From my spot at the piano, I could see  the groom’s face as he said his vows, and I’ve never seen such sincerity or raw emotion in my life. It was really emotional, and I ended up weepy myself. It was awesome! :-) The ceremony was performed by a pair of older gentlemen who bore more than a passing resemblance to Waldorf and Statler from The Muppets – they had the witty banter, the sweet way about them….we all giggled throughout the beautiful ceremony.

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I was really struck by the romantic simplicity of this wedding – every detail had a beautiful, sweet, homemade vibe to it, and I felt like I was being embraced by love the whole time. I know that this sounds all mighty hippie-ish, but…there was something very different about this wedding. I felt the love…and that’s not something that happens often. Here’s some pictures:

This is so cute! :-)

This is so cute! :-)

The bride and groom are artistic, creative people :-)

The bride and groom are artistic, creative people :-)

They had wedding-themed Mad Libs on the tables...Wed Libs!!! Loooooved this!!! :-)

They had wedding-themed Mad Libs on the tables…Wed Libs!!! Loooooved this!!! :-)

Pretty :-)

Pretty :-)

The piano :-)

The piano :-)

Where I played my part :-)

Where I played my part :-)

All I need is love :-)

All I need is love :-)

:-)

:-)

The father of the bride made this cake - awesome or what??! :-)

The father of the bride made this cake – awesome or what??! :-)

One of my thank you gifts for taking part in the wedding - cute, eh? :-)

One of my thank you gifts for taking part in the wedding – cute, eh? :-)

My other thank you gift - yum yum yummy!!!! :-)

My other thank you gift – yum yum yummy!!!! :-)

 

 

I loved this wedding, and I wish the happy couple so much love and happiness….may he always look at her the way he did on Saturday – and may we all be lucky enough to be loved like that.  :-)

xxx

Summertime

…and the living is easy! Well, it will be once I go on vacation time and am away from work for a bit! :-) I’m really loving our summer schedule, though, as it offers more time for a real life, and there’s not many evening events. Woohoo!!! :-) Last Friday, I took the Wee One and met some dear friends for a picnic at Boerne City Lake. I had never been there before, but I had such a gorgeous time, I can’t wait to go back!!! :-)  These sweet friends of mine were kind enough to take care of all of the details – and what glorious details they were!!! They barbecued chicken on skewers, hot dogs, had wine/beer/wine cocktails/soda/water, chips, snacks, veggies…it was AMAZING!!!! :-) They also invited another friend of ours who has a little girl close in age to the Wee One – they played in the water and had a whale of a time! :-) The girls got taken out in the boat to do a wee spot of fishing, while I lounged around on shore enjoying the day and the beautiful breeze. It really was one of the very best days I can recall having in AGES, and I love and appreciate my friends so much for planning something so lovely for all of us. :-) I am so lucky! :-)  Here are some pictures:

Paradise :-)

Paradise :-)

Adorable :-)

Adorable :-)

The best hot dog EVER!!! :-)

The best hot dog EVER!!! :-)

:-)

:-)

 

This gorgeous day reminded me so much of my childhood, and the very best times I had then. My family had a tiny little cabin on the lake near our hometown in Canada, and that place, to me, was heaven. It was by no means fancy (as evidenced by the outhouse in the yard and the lack of running water and telephone inside), but truly – those things were a big part of what made it so awesome! :-)We used to go out there and stay for weekends, or a week at a time…and I loved it so much! I would spend most of the day swimming and playing in the lake, reading in the sand, wandering around and hanging out with whichever other kids happened to be down there at the time, and playing board games. My lifelong love and obsession with Clue came out of time spent at the cabin. In the evenings, we’d have a bonfire and sit around outside with whoever…and it was awesome. I never slept so well in my life as I did there…the combination of the sun, the fresh air, all of the swimming and playing, and the magic mattress on my bottom bunk were all I needed for a great sleep. :-) My memories of the cabin are so vivid – I remember everything that I did there, especially the time I put my brother’s underpants on my head and danced around in front of him and some company that he had…which resulted in him hitting me, me falling over, smashing my head into a magazine rack, and pushing my letter L earring 3/4 of the way through my ear. The doctor was down the road at his cabin, so he came to help my parents remove it. It wasn’t pretty. :-(

As I got older, my family quit going to the cabin – once I could drive, though, I went all the time. My friends and I used to love going out there, lounging around with no one to call us or bug us for anything…it was so peaceful. :-) I was heartbroken when my parents sold the cabin when I was in university, but I was is in no position in my life to maintain it, so….I understood their decision. It has since been torn down, with a new property built on that lot – I drove by a few years ago on my way to see one of my girlfriends at her family’s place. (Fun Fact: That same sweet friend of mine was there the night of the underwear and the letter L earring – I’m sure she’s still traumatized by me, my stupidity, and my howling) While driving by, I pulled off the road for a minute, stepped out of the car, and put my feet on the ground that had been such a big part of my life for so long. I marveled at all of the beautiful changes around me, and heard the sound of children laughing and playing down by the water…it sounded like the echo of me in the distance, and I swear I could smell the wieners cooking over the bonfire, and the can of Heinz pork and beans heating on the little stove. :-)

 

xxx

 

Big Girls Don’t Cry

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I just finished the Sophia Amoruso book “#GirlBoss” – and I liked it quite a lot! :-) Have you read it yet? If not, you may wish to give it a look, because Sophia’s story of building a business empire from nothing but a good idea and a whole lot of hard work is pretty great. I found it really inspiring, hoping that maybe someday I could have a great idea that could completely change the world and change my life – but then reality crashes in around my ears, and I remember that I’m not exactly the picture of bright ideas. Hard work? Yes, absolutely…I’m a hell of a worker, but I seem to lack the great big ideas that are going to make a great big difference. I loved her emphasis on the value of effort, of being willing to do even the most menial of tasks, of never thinking she was better than anyone else. She repeatedly mentioned the importance of standing up for yourself, believing in YOU, and that sometimes the simplest idea and plan is by far the best.  I love that kind of thinking…and I want to be – no, I am ready to be – a #GIRLBOSS myself!! You in? :-)

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Speaking of inspirational women, I’m sure you heard that the brilliant Maya Angelou passed away this week – this news filled my heart with sadness, as I’m sure most people felt, especially women who admired her writing and extraordinary talent. I’ve always been deeply touched by her incredible way with words – but even more than that, her dazzling ability to speak her truth, without apology for who or what she was. I admire people like that, who can live their lives right out loud, and with absolute conviction… It gives me chills. If you’ve been on social media at all this week, you’ve undoubtedly been inundated with a greatest hits list of her very best quotes – here are mine:

♥ “Life loves to be taken by the lapel and told: ‘I’m with you kid. Let’s go.'”

♥ “I had a lot of clouds, but I have had so many rainbows in my clouds.”

♥ “When we decide to be happy we accept the responsibility to bring happiness to someone else.”

♥ “The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.”

♥ “Have enough courage to love.”

♥”I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.”

♥”You may not control all the events that happen to you, but you can decide not to be reduced by them.”

♥”My mission in life is not merely to survive, but to thrive; and to do so with some passion, some compassion, some humor, and some style.”

♥“When someone shows you who they are believe them; the first time.”

♥”I don’t trust people who don’t love themselves and tell me, ‘I love you.’ … There is an African saying which is: Be careful when a naked person offers you a shirt.”

♥“I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way (s)he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.”

♥”Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.”

♥“You alone are enough. You have nothing to prove to anybody.”

♥”The need for change bulldozed a road down the center of my mind.”

♥”Try to be a rainbow in someone’s cloud.”

♥”You are the sum total of everything you’ve ever seen, heard, eaten, smelled, been told, forgot – it’s all there. Everything influences each of us, and because of that I try to make sure that my experiences are positive.”

♥”Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.”

♥Nothing can dim the light which shines from within.

 

Rest in peace, brilliant one…and know that you’ve left this world infinitely better than you found it. :-) THAT’S a #GirlBoss. :-)

 

xxx

 

 

New Perspective

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Perspective has to be one of the most important, life-altering parts of life, don’t you think?  Interestingly enough, perspective is one of the few things in this world that we can control. Think about it – so much of how we approach the world depends upon our attitude, and our perspective. Some of us are glass half full people, while others see theirs as half empty…when all along it’s the same damn glass. I’m usually one who sees the glass as half full, but I, too, have my days where that bad boy is looking empty, and the cards are all against me. Even on those days, though, I figure that there’s still room in the glass for more vodka! ;-)

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I’ve spent quite a lot of time considering this idea, because it really matters to me for some reason. I try to see the best in people, and I try to make the best of tough situations…it just feels better to approach life that way. Sometimes I tell myself fibs in order to persuade myself to keep putting one foot in front of the other, because if I really looked at things with my reality goggles on, I would turn tail and run for the hills. I need to make myself believe that things will be okay in the end, and if they aren’t yet okay then it’s not yet the end. I make mistakes every single day, some accidentally, and some purposefully. I justify my errors in judgment by confidently telling myself that my actions are for the greater good, even if that greater good is little more than my own selfish happiness. I try to keep things in perspective as well, and frequently find myself muttering under my breath that things just aren’t that big of a deal, even when I’m SO angry in the moment that I want to scream.

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I had a major event at work this evening, and I’m happy to reveal that it kind of went okay. From the perspective of the audience, things seemed to go pretty smoothly…for which I am SO grateful. However, the reality was that the preparations and the behind-the-scenes stuff were an EPIC disaster, there were a lot of prep tasks left undone, things were ridiculously disorganized, all sorts of stuff was missing…I stepped up to the microphone to begin speaking, with pretty much no idea what I was about to say. Happily, I winged my part and enough was done , so it all went off okay. I shook a lot of hands, hugged a lot of kids, and survived the evening without basically shitting the bed on stage in front of hundreds of people. From my perspective, though, it was a disaster the likes of which I hope to NEVER have to endure again! Grr!!!

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Here’s an idea for a TV show: we open each episode (it’ll be a crime procedural) with the scene of a crime; the rest of the show will unfold by showing the events/the crime from the different perspectives of all of the people involved in the resolution of the situation- the suspects, the police, the CSI peeps….and, finally, the actual victim of the crime, which, of course, will show us whodunit through the victim’s eyes. Good idea, right? Maybe Dick Wolf or Donald P. Bellisario’s peeps could call me and we could discuss script ideas. I think I’m on to something here, folks – when you see this on NBC in about three years, please watch the credits for my name, and be sure to say you knew me when. ;-)

 

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