Courage is the power to let go of the familiar — Raymond Lindquist
I’m a firm believer in everything happening for a reason (yes, even the bad stuff). Looking back, during every major life event’s rough spot, the very thing I once thought I’d never be able to overcome, I’m able to see that it was a good thing in the end. I mean, come on, when hasn’t it worked out for the best? In hindsight.
But that’s the key word…hindsight. As you’re experiencing that no good, very bad, horrible situation, you just can’t seem to even imagine that there’s a bright side, a silver lining if you will. Once again, I seem to be in one of those situations where the Universe is suggesting that I stop and take a look at my life. No, it’s nothing major, scary or even very bad (thankfully, as I’ve learned when the subtle clues don’t work, the Universe likes to step it up a notch). It’s just something annoying enough that I think I need to take a moment (or fifty) and ponder it.
And ponder I did. I’ve just now started to realize that to be the person I want to be, the person I know I am, I need to let go. I need to let go to attachments and to old beliefs. I need to let go of the rights and the wrongs. But more importantly, I need to let go of relationships that I’ve outgrown.
Much like my belief that everything happens for a reason (whether we’re in on the reason or not), I also believe that everyone in our life is there for a reason. And sometimes, that reason just might be to drag you down and play in the mud long enough to realize that that’s not somewhere you’d like to be.
Sometimes, you just need to let go and move on and just know that you’re doing what’s right for you. Sometimes, you just need to let go and Be.
Who knew? I mean, I’m not totally and completely surprised since there seems to be a “national day” for damn near everything imaginable lately. Interestingly, a couple other countries celebrate a version of National Coffee Day, just on different days - in Ireland it’s September 19th, in Costa Rica it’s September 12th and in Japan it’s October 1st.
Well, being aware and able to catch 2 out of 4 coffee celebrations are good enough for me. Like I need a reason to head on over to ‘Bucky’s for a pumpkin spice latte or to CBTL for a pecan praline blended. Mmm…I do love fall and flavored coffees!
I remembered seeing a Japanese video on a funky way to fold shirts. It was perfect every time. Thing is, they went so fast I couldn’t quite figure it out. So here is a nice slow, English version of this technique. Hope it helps you as much as it helps me.
My best friend is coming to visit this week and to celebrate her 40th to it’s fullest extent. We’ll be off in Vegas relaxing and having fun in classic Vegas style. I won’t be around for most of the week, so I’m doing what I can to pre-publish some stuff now.
So while you wait for my return, why not take a moment and drop me a brief howdy-do? I’ll even help you out and ask a question inviting you to answer back…how many states (or countries) have you lived in and which is your favorite and why?
Shortly after coming back from dinner and dropping off our friend I change into my oh, so sexy PJs. I sit down at the laptop to do a quick email check and which point the hubby looks to me and says all vague-like, “um, I need to go up the street for a minute.”
Me: Huh?
Him: Well, I’m doing work on the servers and I accidentally blocked our home IP.
Me: ?
Him: I did this earlier today. I just went up the street to the condos and used someone’s network.
Me: um…
Him: I’ll be right back.
Me: This isn’t just some excuse for you to meet up with some hoochie who will suck your c0ck, is it?
Him: *laughing* No. You can come with me.
Me: Okay, but I’m driving since you’ve been drinking.
We’re back now and the server is reset. For the record, it’s easier to borrow a WiFi connection while sitting curbside in a neighborhood full of houses than curbside outside of an apartment/condo complex. You know, in case you ever need to borrow someone’s unprotected WiFi connection.
Jones Sugar-Free Root Beer tastes pretty crappy. I mean, I expected so much better from the folks at Jones. Seriously, your local grocery store’s own brand is more flavorful than this stuff. What a wast of my $2.