I love when an ordinary day becomes something incredible!
Today the sun is shining and it is 17 degrees out.
The kids and I got in the car to do our daily drive to school. We were on time, nothing was rushed this morning, the music was cranked and we were all smiles.
Calli my ten-year-old who has the "I am too cool for you, Mom" attitude these days, was actually pleasant. These few and far-between moments must be celebrated! We sang together... loudly!
While we jammed to the Black Eyed Peas, I got a feelin', Nathan (my seven year old) yelled, "MOM! TURN DOWN THE SPLIT PEAS!" With a laugh, I did. He simply said, "I love you."
Oh, it was like a warm hug! My daughter was happy. My son was sweet. I was overjoyed! It really doesn't take much these days. Its going to an incredibly, good day... I got a feelin'.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Book Worthy
Photo by Carrie Sheidt If you want your life to be a magnificent story, then begin by realizing that you are the author and every day you have the opportunity to write a new page.
Hello world!
Everyday is another part of your story. Do you live it like you want to or are you lost in the daily grind? I find both in my story, but this is what makes a truly great story... in my opinion.
Most days are just the normal things that nobody really cares about but me. We wake up, the kids make it to school, I get a work out in, and some work done, then it's time to pick the kids up again and do the after school stuff that leads to dinner and bedtime.
Then there are those moments throughout the day that are remarkable. These are the moments that make my story magnificent. For example, I drop the kids off at school and they both yell "I love you" just before closing the car door and running to class. My heart jumps for joy every time! Or that time during the workout when it gets hard and I drive past the pain to make it count, letting any self doubt disappear with power instead. YES! Oh, and when I get another order for a Bloomsies! Someone else will receive this gift that I love to make!!! These chapters that make me want to read more! Great... turn the page... see what happens next! They are the moments that lead to the car stalling on the side of the road, but I make it home because it happened on a hill and I could just coast for the 1/4 mile right into the driveway. Suspense. They are the moments that make it easier when the sadness of losing a good friend could take over. Grief. The roller coaster that is love, they make it worth it. Drama. Romance. Winning a dream trip to Antigua. Surprise. Unexpected. Traveling to new places, seeing new things, and being a part of the bigger world. Anticipation... what will happen next? Laughing with friends. Silliness. Dancing. Running. Being part of something bigger... Action. My life has it. So does yours. I guess we just have to keep seeing the interesting in it.
My great grandmother used to say, "only boring people get bored." I personally, don't think there is a boring person. So nobody should be bored, we should simply be magnificent!
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Batteries
Why is it that the batteries in your camera always seem to fail at the perfect "kodak moment?"!
Monday, November 2, 2009
An Amazing Event Part II
It was funny, sitting there with my back to the mirror. People around me would make comments about how great it was looking and all I could tell was that there was a lot of bobby pins and I could see the curling iron. When it was done, I turned around and how fun was that look?! A new twist to a 1940's hair style! Nothing I would ever think of doing, but fabulously elegant just the same. I LOVED IT! Make up time!
Karen did my make-up. Very chic. And as the afternoon progressed Erin would come by with more powder or blush, add a darker eye, fake eyelashes. She was constantly checking all of us and working to get the looks just right. In her words: it was perfect!
At five thirty, just as the guests were arriving the last girl was done and it was time for lips and gowns. My lips were a dark, brick red. They showed up! I was feeling very glamorous, if I do say so myself. With the gown on, pink silk slippers on my feet, and a beautiful floral arrangement of yellow tulips and bright greens in my hand I was ready for the ballroom.
Its not everyday that you get to just walk around a room full of people in a wedding gown. Its hard to know exactly what to do. Smile. Smile a lot. Make eye contact with the guests. Smile more. Talk to the little girl with the pink dress and silver shoes. Stop and visit with the vendors. Visit with the other bridal models. Talk about the gown. Oh, the designer is Anne Barge. It's very light, lined in silk. Yes, very comfortable... I don't want to take it off. It twirls! Voletta Couture. The earrings? Aren't they fabulous?! I know! The Gown Diva put the look together. You should call her! Walk slowly.
I had a train, so walking slowly was the key. The Dome Room was full. People everywhere. When my train was stepped on, I'd just stop. Strike a pose. Vogue! When the guest was off of the gown, I'd continue as if nothing had happened. I loved it! Every minute of it!
I had a train, so walking slowly was the key. The Dome Room was full. People everywhere. When my train was stepped on, I'd just stop. Strike a pose. Vogue! When the guest was off of the gown, I'd continue as if nothing had happened. I loved it! Every minute of it!
Three of us were taken back to room 311 to be photographed by Seattle Metropolitan Bride Magazine for 15 minutes and when we returned the live auction began, and the movement in the room stopped. Brooke, from The Ladies Room morning talk show on MOViN 92.5, led the event from the stage. All five of the models were eventually called to the stage for one last chance to display the dresses. We smiled and laughed, and really made the most of it. The bidding began. The package? The auction package was #1028/The Gown Diva Package: Choice of one of Anne Barge's gowns that were being modeled at the event. A Gown Diva Consultation. She would style the bride-to-be for the big day. A Madina Vadache veil and Grace shoes courtesy of Voletta Couture. This package valued at $4050.00
Everyone cheered on the two bidders. A bride's fiance, his fiance (of six years!) was modeling a gown on stage, and the other bidder, the mother of another model on stage had a small bid war going. In the end, the mother won and will be wearing MY gown on her wedding day! I realize this was not a competition, however, I was really hoping the gown I was representing would be chosen. It was too great not to be!
I always think its sad at the end of an event. Like a holiday, it takes so much time to prepare for and then it is just over. Done. I had to get out of the gown. I had to take the strand of crystals and pearls out of my hair, which consequently led to taking my hair up do apart. Liz said I could keep the bouquet. I was Cinderella, but instead of a glass slipper to remember tonight by, I had flowers. Beautiful flowers created by Christopher Flowers and they are sitting right next to me as I write my blog.
The Get Hitched Give Hope 2009 was a magical event. Congratulations to the creators of such a wonderful Charity. The cause was worth all of the time and effort that you put into it throughout the year. The vendors were incredible. I can see many beautiful wedding days inspired by them. And to all of the people who raised their numbers and gave to the cause, YOU ROCK! $35,000 was raised to help fulfill wishes and that is priceless. Throwing an event for charity is much like having your back turned to the mirror as someone is doing your hair, you don't know how it will turn out but you hope for something spectacular. I'm so happy that it was just that... nothing short of spectacular!
To learn more about The Get Hitched Give Hope event visit the website: http://www.gethitchedgivehope.com/
To find Christopher Flowers: http://www.christopherflowers.biz/
Find more gowns at Voletta Couture: http://www.volettacouture.com/
To find the Gown Diva: http://www.gowndiva.com/
To learn more about the Dome Room: http://www.thearcticclubhotel.com/
To see more make up and hair by Erin and her girls: http://www.bellatrixstudio.com/
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The Beginning of an Amazing Evening!
At 1:29pm I entered the Arctic Club Hotel, not knowing what to expect. I'd been there before for a wedding (years ago) and remembered the Dome Rome vividly, but today was different. I was going to be part of a cause that I hope will spread nation wide.
The Charity Event: Get Hitched, Give Hope; a bridal event that raises money to help stage four breast cancer victims fulfil their wishes.
I was greeted off of the elevator by a nice guy who immediately asked, "One of the models?" and then escorted me to room 311. A room buzzing with action already. Liz Navarro, The Gown Diva, was laying out the beautiful jewels that we'd be wearing with our gowns. Kat, another model, was having her make up done by Karen. And Erin and Chelsea of Bellatrix Studio were ready to make our hair fabulous! A couple of things about these two women: 1) Erin was pregnant and literally due tomorrow! She was beautiful and without the baby bump in the front there would have been no signs of pregnancy on her body. She could have told me she was only 5 months and I would have believed her. 2) Chelsea was gorgeous and styled. Her hair was black with short cut bangs. She wore a litte pink sweater over a fitted black corset, a full black and white mini skirt with a petty coat underneath, pink fish-net stockings and pink, iguana cowboy boots from Australia. She represented the coolness of this Studio and the breast cancer cause beautifully! I was excited to see the transformation of me, the mom who had just spent an hour painting clay penguins with seven year old students, to whatever they were planning and I sat down for hair.
Liz showed the gown and jewelry that I'd be wearing to Erin. After a quick consultation with Chelsea, I was in the chair getting my glam on!
The Charity Event: Get Hitched, Give Hope; a bridal event that raises money to help stage four breast cancer victims fulfil their wishes.
I was greeted off of the elevator by a nice guy who immediately asked, "One of the models?" and then escorted me to room 311. A room buzzing with action already. Liz Navarro, The Gown Diva, was laying out the beautiful jewels that we'd be wearing with our gowns. Kat, another model, was having her make up done by Karen. And Erin and Chelsea of Bellatrix Studio were ready to make our hair fabulous! A couple of things about these two women: 1) Erin was pregnant and literally due tomorrow! She was beautiful and without the baby bump in the front there would have been no signs of pregnancy on her body. She could have told me she was only 5 months and I would have believed her. 2) Chelsea was gorgeous and styled. Her hair was black with short cut bangs. She wore a litte pink sweater over a fitted black corset, a full black and white mini skirt with a petty coat underneath, pink fish-net stockings and pink, iguana cowboy boots from Australia. She represented the coolness of this Studio and the breast cancer cause beautifully! I was excited to see the transformation of me, the mom who had just spent an hour painting clay penguins with seven year old students, to whatever they were planning and I sat down for hair.
Liz showed the gown and jewelry that I'd be wearing to Erin. After a quick consultation with Chelsea, I was in the chair getting my glam on!
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Get Hitched Give Hope
Tomorrow night I get to walk around in a beautiful Anne Barge wedding gown at the Second Annual Get Hitched Give Hope Event. An evening with brides and wedding vendors from the Seattle area that was created to raise money to fight breast cancer.
I can't wait and am hoping that it will blow all of my great expectations out of the water! After all, if it is anything like the gown I get to wear... forgetaboutit! Its going to be fantastic!
If you are interested check out the website: http://www.gethitchedgivehope.com/ and I will tell you all about it in Friday's blog!
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Not so Narrow
It seems that often when problems arise, our outlook becomes narrow. -The 14th Dalai lama
Those problems that cause you to feel like there is nothing else that can fix a problem except for the most drastic of measures. Those moments that instead of choosing to step back and evaluate what's happening, you go off the handle. You choose the fighting path. Do you know this path? Its the one that, when you get to the end, there's regret. Can you turn back with an "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong"? We can't unwind the clock unfortunately, but we can learn. Life isn't a narrow path... why should our decisions be?
Those problems that cause you to feel like there is nothing else that can fix a problem except for the most drastic of measures. Those moments that instead of choosing to step back and evaluate what's happening, you go off the handle. You choose the fighting path. Do you know this path? Its the one that, when you get to the end, there's regret. Can you turn back with an "I'm sorry" or "I was wrong"? We can't unwind the clock unfortunately, but we can learn. Life isn't a narrow path... why should our decisions be?
Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Trying Bloomsies
YOU MAY BE DISAPPOINTED IF YOU FAIL,
BUT YOU ARE DOOMED IF YOU DON'T TRY.
Beverly Sills
I am the owner of Bloomsies. A company that takes baby clothes and women's lingerie, wraps each piece up like a rose, and then creates a bouquet with the flowers. It's a fun gift to both give and receive. Very original.
Bloomsies has been slow to build, however, I am happy to say that it is growing. Slowly growing. Like everything else, this little venture needs daily love to get there. It needs the word to be spread that it exists. It needs to be seen. Although I'd like it to just take off, and be that overnight success story, it hasn't been that quick. Getting discouraged is not an option. I take one day at a time. And while I am taking the baby steps to achieve success with this company, I am greatly appreciative for the support that I have gotten from my family and friends. Without them my "try" wouldn't be so much fun!
If you haven't seen Bloomsies, check it out! We're online: http://bloomsies.etsy.com/
and on facebook. What amazing avenues for a budding business!
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
One Moment and a couple of Positive Thoughts...
The nice thing about running, is that all you need are a pair of shoes and you can just go. Follow a road, a trail, or the track. Pave your path. It's free. It's yours.
The nice thing about the gym is that, if you go regularly, you have people. You may never get close to most of these individuals, but you have the workout in common. That is a good motivational tool. Get in there! Laugh, sweat, catch up and then go on with your day feeling like you're pumped up! A "see you tomorrow" is a great verbal contract that almost guarantees that you will make it back the next day. It's only hard to get started... but it is addicting!
Here is my moment of the day:
Today it was blustery out. The cool, Autumn air has certainly hit Seattle. Rain drops fell for a little while. It wasn't bad, just kind of gray. Outside, under the color of the afternoon sky, I took a walk. My umbrella protected me from the raindrops. My sweater stopped the windy swoops. And I looked up. The leaves on the trees have finally changed. It seems like it happened overnight. One of the trees had leaves of pale, yellow green, another bright, pinkish-orange, and then there was the yellow. Bright and happy against such a palate that should seem dull, but today was full of movement and energy. It was beautiful and refreshing. It was nature. I can't change it, wouldn't want to, just have to appreciate it.
In the distance a plastic grocery bag danced in the wind. I watched it for a moment and let it take me back to the movie, American Beauty. Before that movie, I would never have considered watching an object blow in the wind. A different kind of beauty, just garbage that has run into nature.
We run during the day. Sometimes not pausing for a second to breathe. You have to breathe, otherwise, you are missing it. Look around. Working hard will get you where you need to be, yes, but what's it worth if you miss everything around you? I suggest a walk alone. Not a run. My walk was only 5 minutes long, and in this 5 minutes I found a calm that carried me through the rest of the day.
Fall is here.
The nice thing about the gym is that, if you go regularly, you have people. You may never get close to most of these individuals, but you have the workout in common. That is a good motivational tool. Get in there! Laugh, sweat, catch up and then go on with your day feeling like you're pumped up! A "see you tomorrow" is a great verbal contract that almost guarantees that you will make it back the next day. It's only hard to get started... but it is addicting!
Here is my moment of the day:
Today it was blustery out. The cool, Autumn air has certainly hit Seattle. Rain drops fell for a little while. It wasn't bad, just kind of gray. Outside, under the color of the afternoon sky, I took a walk. My umbrella protected me from the raindrops. My sweater stopped the windy swoops. And I looked up. The leaves on the trees have finally changed. It seems like it happened overnight. One of the trees had leaves of pale, yellow green, another bright, pinkish-orange, and then there was the yellow. Bright and happy against such a palate that should seem dull, but today was full of movement and energy. It was beautiful and refreshing. It was nature. I can't change it, wouldn't want to, just have to appreciate it.
In the distance a plastic grocery bag danced in the wind. I watched it for a moment and let it take me back to the movie, American Beauty. Before that movie, I would never have considered watching an object blow in the wind. A different kind of beauty, just garbage that has run into nature.
We run during the day. Sometimes not pausing for a second to breathe. You have to breathe, otherwise, you are missing it. Look around. Working hard will get you where you need to be, yes, but what's it worth if you miss everything around you? I suggest a walk alone. Not a run. My walk was only 5 minutes long, and in this 5 minutes I found a calm that carried me through the rest of the day.
Fall is here.
Friday, September 11, 2009
Apples to Motivate
I have always liked to go running on a trail somewhere. I love to run in downtown Seattle along the water, at Greenlake, or on the Centennial in Snohomish. All three of these places offer both sidewalk or grass, people and a lot to look at. It takes about 1 hour out of my day to drive to and back from my destination daily run. With the kid's crazy schedules keeping me in my car longer during the week, my motivation has been slightly less than it had been in a long time and I decided to change up my routine a bit. Maybe not having to drive to run would help. I began to stay local, starting and finishing my run at my house. The route begins with the first quarter of a mile uphill. It flattens out gradually, for about one mile, goes down hill, flattens out, then goes back up hill for another mile. I finish with an easy downhill. It's approximately 4 miles.
On this route I don't usually pass anyone, but I have made some new friends. Horses. Three horses, dressed in Burberry-like, printed overcoats. The first time I ran by their pasture, they barely took notice of me. One of the horses shook its head and turned away from the sound of my footsteps, but the others just ignored my presence. After a couple of hellos, overtime, they seemed to be waiting by the fence for me. So I took them some apples.
Have you ever run with a small bag of apples?
I would have never had to learn, except that my neighing buddies love them so. I get them off of the little tree at the 2.3 mile mark, and happily fumble with the odd package down the hill toward the pasture. I toss the treats to my neatly dressed friends, make a little small talk, and off I go...with a smile on my face. The short break in the middle of my run has guilted me into making it a bit longer. I had no choice. Its a small price to pay for this moment that has made this from-home-run one of my favorites!
Sometimes you just have to find your own trail to get you back into the swing of things. I am back on track and ready to go running.
On this route I don't usually pass anyone, but I have made some new friends. Horses. Three horses, dressed in Burberry-like, printed overcoats. The first time I ran by their pasture, they barely took notice of me. One of the horses shook its head and turned away from the sound of my footsteps, but the others just ignored my presence. After a couple of hellos, overtime, they seemed to be waiting by the fence for me. So I took them some apples.
Have you ever run with a small bag of apples?
I would have never had to learn, except that my neighing buddies love them so. I get them off of the little tree at the 2.3 mile mark, and happily fumble with the odd package down the hill toward the pasture. I toss the treats to my neatly dressed friends, make a little small talk, and off I go...with a smile on my face. The short break in the middle of my run has guilted me into making it a bit longer. I had no choice. Its a small price to pay for this moment that has made this from-home-run one of my favorites!
Sometimes you just have to find your own trail to get you back into the swing of things. I am back on track and ready to go running.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
New Me?
My daughter auditioned for the Jr. Jazz Company with her dance school yesterday. The results were posted on the studio window today at noon. She asked me not to check, she wants to know first. Did I run down there to find out? The old me would have, and then I'd either show up at school with a congratulations balloon and a card, or keep the news to myself. Today, the new me, got home from my body pump class, put a load of laundry in, did the dishes and went for a run (I thought a lot about her audition and what her name looks like on that printed piece of paper), but I didn't go peek. Welcome New Me. Life is going to be a little less hectic because you won't have to do everything right now.
I blame this New Me on my kids. They are growing up. Calli does most everything by herself now. From homework and packing for school to completing her chores and keeping her own schedule... she does it all. Nathan is getting better. He's still young, but honestly, he knows where his stuff is. He can get packed and ready for the day so easily (after I've finally get him awake), and has gotten so that he does his chores without me asking too. It's cool. It's also a little sad, I'm going to miss my little people. They've been so fun. I guess now, I can sit back and watch them become their own individuals. I can't wait to see who they become.
Yes, I can't wait to see who they become. However, at the same time I can. Tonight when Cal wants me to lay in bed with her and rub her back after we read, and when Nathan grabs my hand to walk away from football practice to the car, I will continue to cherish all the youth that I have left with them. And even though she doesn't need me to be by her side to find out if she's made the Company, I'll be there, proud either way. I may have a New Me. I may be able to step back and let my kids grow up. But, there is always going to be a part of me constantly wondering what I can do to help make their world's just a little better... behind the scenes!
I blame this New Me on my kids. They are growing up. Calli does most everything by herself now. From homework and packing for school to completing her chores and keeping her own schedule... she does it all. Nathan is getting better. He's still young, but honestly, he knows where his stuff is. He can get packed and ready for the day so easily (after I've finally get him awake), and has gotten so that he does his chores without me asking too. It's cool. It's also a little sad, I'm going to miss my little people. They've been so fun. I guess now, I can sit back and watch them become their own individuals. I can't wait to see who they become.
Yes, I can't wait to see who they become. However, at the same time I can. Tonight when Cal wants me to lay in bed with her and rub her back after we read, and when Nathan grabs my hand to walk away from football practice to the car, I will continue to cherish all the youth that I have left with them. And even though she doesn't need me to be by her side to find out if she's made the Company, I'll be there, proud either way. I may have a New Me. I may be able to step back and let my kids grow up. But, there is always going to be a part of me constantly wondering what I can do to help make their world's just a little better... behind the scenes!
Monday, September 7, 2009
JOY
On Saturday I witnessed true joy. It was amazing because it occurred in two separate events and I actually got to feel it. What's it feel like? It feels like a rush of excitement that takes over your entire being. It makes you smile and can sometimes leave you with tears in your eyes. This is what it feels like to me anyway.
The first moment of joy came at the end of my 2.59 mile race. With less than 100 meters to go, I spotted my son and daughter at the end, waiting for me. At that moment I was pulling with my arms and hoping the my stride was long and strong. And then I stopped thinking all together. I heard two little voices, yelling, "GO MOM!" I just smiled and ran. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them, running along side of me, trying to keep up. As I walked away from the finish line, I found them. All bubbly and proud. "We ran with you," they said in unison, just before nearly knocking me over with a full blown hug. JOY!
The second moment came at the football game. Not a pro game. Not a college or high school game either. This team is called the Jr. Sophomores and is made of players between 9-12 years old. Our quarterback threw a pass from the 30 yard line into the end zone, where his receiver caught it and stepped in to make the touchdown. It seemed like slow motion as soon as the ball left the quarterback's hand. He stopped and just watched the ball fly. As soon as it hit the target, real time caught up with the moment, and the quarterback jumped up and threw a huge punch in the air. His face guard hid his expression, but it showed in this body action. That felt good! More joy!
There are so many wonderful moments in a day. I think that often I get too tangled in my own world and miss them. However, when I do catch one, these small moments have an impact on me and remind me of what is important. It's all about catching life happen around you and celebrating it. Embrace the joy.
The first moment of joy came at the end of my 2.59 mile race. With less than 100 meters to go, I spotted my son and daughter at the end, waiting for me. At that moment I was pulling with my arms and hoping the my stride was long and strong. And then I stopped thinking all together. I heard two little voices, yelling, "GO MOM!" I just smiled and ran. Out of the corner of my eye I saw them, running along side of me, trying to keep up. As I walked away from the finish line, I found them. All bubbly and proud. "We ran with you," they said in unison, just before nearly knocking me over with a full blown hug. JOY!
The second moment came at the football game. Not a pro game. Not a college or high school game either. This team is called the Jr. Sophomores and is made of players between 9-12 years old. Our quarterback threw a pass from the 30 yard line into the end zone, where his receiver caught it and stepped in to make the touchdown. It seemed like slow motion as soon as the ball left the quarterback's hand. He stopped and just watched the ball fly. As soon as it hit the target, real time caught up with the moment, and the quarterback jumped up and threw a huge punch in the air. His face guard hid his expression, but it showed in this body action. That felt good! More joy!
There are so many wonderful moments in a day. I think that often I get too tangled in my own world and miss them. However, when I do catch one, these small moments have an impact on me and remind me of what is important. It's all about catching life happen around you and celebrating it. Embrace the joy.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Time Expectations
I wrote today's blog at five o'clock this morning. One hour and 14 minutes later, I read it and deleted it. It was about time and time suckers. It was more negative than I ever am.
Yesterday I was rubbed the wrong way by someone who signs up for everything with the PTA, and then because she bas spread her time so thin, she needs help with it. I wonder if she realizes that if she had maybe signed up for less, that maybe someone else might step up and volunteer for more. Actually, never mind, I know she doesn't think this way. Because yesterday she was out looking for help and when I told her I couldn't give anymore of my time to one of the projects (I've already put in countless hours in the past three months on this particular project), she sighed and said, "Wow, I've really found out who my friends aren't."
HOLD IT!
Should I take this personally? I'm going to try not to, though I think I already have. Saying no to save your sanity is a good thing. There should not be guilt attached to the word no, because in the long run it can save a lot of headache. Truly, if you don't have more time to give, don't. To this PTA overachiever I say this: If I can't do anymore, it's not because I don't want to, it's because I don't have time to. We all have things to do. We all need help on occasion. And if one person can't help, than it is very possible that another can, without the snide comments.
So, in an attempt to end this blog on a positive note I offer my readers this wonderful quote:
It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free. -Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
Today, allow yourself time to take care of you. Guilt free. Finish the things on your list. Clear your mind. I'm going to. I said no to helping at the school today. I will do my run so that I can be prepared for my race on Saturday. I will do some laundry so that we will have towels and clean clothes to wear for the rest of the week. I will get things done that need to get done so that my world can run smooth. And next week, with a clear mind and possible less hectic schedule, maybe I will say yes.
Here's to taking control of your time...
Cheers!
Yesterday I was rubbed the wrong way by someone who signs up for everything with the PTA, and then because she bas spread her time so thin, she needs help with it. I wonder if she realizes that if she had maybe signed up for less, that maybe someone else might step up and volunteer for more. Actually, never mind, I know she doesn't think this way. Because yesterday she was out looking for help and when I told her I couldn't give anymore of my time to one of the projects (I've already put in countless hours in the past three months on this particular project), she sighed and said, "Wow, I've really found out who my friends aren't."
HOLD IT!
Should I take this personally? I'm going to try not to, though I think I already have. Saying no to save your sanity is a good thing. There should not be guilt attached to the word no, because in the long run it can save a lot of headache. Truly, if you don't have more time to give, don't. To this PTA overachiever I say this: If I can't do anymore, it's not because I don't want to, it's because I don't have time to. We all have things to do. We all need help on occasion. And if one person can't help, than it is very possible that another can, without the snide comments.
So, in an attempt to end this blog on a positive note I offer my readers this wonderful quote:
It is our mind, and that alone, that chains us or sets us free. -Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
Today, allow yourself time to take care of you. Guilt free. Finish the things on your list. Clear your mind. I'm going to. I said no to helping at the school today. I will do my run so that I can be prepared for my race on Saturday. I will do some laundry so that we will have towels and clean clothes to wear for the rest of the week. I will get things done that need to get done so that my world can run smooth. And next week, with a clear mind and possible less hectic schedule, maybe I will say yes.
Here's to taking control of your time...
Cheers!
Sunday, August 30, 2009
Keep on Kickin'
I watched my daughter cheer today. It was her first time on a football field, also her first time in front of fans. The smile on her face was so bright and happy! She yelled loudly, shook those pom poms, and kicked as high as her legs would let her. She was proud to be wearing her uniform. Even though she had no idea what her team was doing behind her on the field, she cheered like they were winning the Superbowl! She was one with a group of girls who have put in crazy amounts of time to practice together to be great. It was awesome!
There is no feeling quite so incredible as watching your child's joy. It's magical. My goodness, it makes me remember my moments. Everyone has those moments; whether they are in front of many people or just the most important person. I hope that my daughter will remember her moments. Sometimes they are the encouragement that keeps us chasing dreams, because they are full of pride and give you the feeling that failing is not an option. Thank you Calli, my ten-year-old, who reminds me everyday that anything is possible!
There is no feeling quite so incredible as watching your child's joy. It's magical. My goodness, it makes me remember my moments. Everyone has those moments; whether they are in front of many people or just the most important person. I hope that my daughter will remember her moments. Sometimes they are the encouragement that keeps us chasing dreams, because they are full of pride and give you the feeling that failing is not an option. Thank you Calli, my ten-year-old, who reminds me everyday that anything is possible!
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Hero
A hero.
Today I created the Hero Bloomsie. It's a collection of blue baby clothes with firetrucks and police cars on them. Across the bib is the word Hero. It made me think of all of the heroes that surround us. Most are strangers that somehow, with what they do in their daily lives, will quietly touch our own and make it better. They are the soldiers at war fighting for our country. They are the mothers and fathers who, everyday, work hard for their families and love their children. They are the people who make a difference in a child's life. They are the people who make a difference in anyone's life. They are the people who fight for a better tomorrow. They are the cancer patients who bravely fight a battle they can't see. They are the people trying to find a cure, both the researchers in the labs and those who are raising money for the research. A hero can be the battered woman who takes her kids away from hurt. A man who says that's enough. Or a friend who is always there. Heroes are our elders who remind us of our history. They are those who inspire us to be great. They are the people who unselfishly give themselves even when there is not a prize to be won. Heroes are real people. Like you and me. We can be heroes to someone. Champions of a cause greater than ourselves.
I think of my heroes. They don't wear capes (although I think that they should), and they don't have great names like Superman and Wonder Woman (although they could). What they do have is my respect and gratitude. For when things get tough and I need a boost to get me through, they are always there. I would create a Bloomsie to represent each of these people if I knew there would be babies wearing them!
Who's your hero?
Today I created the Hero Bloomsie. It's a collection of blue baby clothes with firetrucks and police cars on them. Across the bib is the word Hero. It made me think of all of the heroes that surround us. Most are strangers that somehow, with what they do in their daily lives, will quietly touch our own and make it better. They are the soldiers at war fighting for our country. They are the mothers and fathers who, everyday, work hard for their families and love their children. They are the people who make a difference in a child's life. They are the people who make a difference in anyone's life. They are the people who fight for a better tomorrow. They are the cancer patients who bravely fight a battle they can't see. They are the people trying to find a cure, both the researchers in the labs and those who are raising money for the research. A hero can be the battered woman who takes her kids away from hurt. A man who says that's enough. Or a friend who is always there. Heroes are our elders who remind us of our history. They are those who inspire us to be great. They are the people who unselfishly give themselves even when there is not a prize to be won. Heroes are real people. Like you and me. We can be heroes to someone. Champions of a cause greater than ourselves.
I think of my heroes. They don't wear capes (although I think that they should), and they don't have great names like Superman and Wonder Woman (although they could). What they do have is my respect and gratitude. For when things get tough and I need a boost to get me through, they are always there. I would create a Bloomsie to represent each of these people if I knew there would be babies wearing them!
Who's your hero?
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
What's the Plan?
I am a creature of habit, I like my life to have a plan.
This was a line in a blog that I read this morning from Guru Mommy. What is my plan? To have a loving family, raise happy & healthy kids, have a successful career, a clean house, and run a marathon in 2 hours and 40 minutes. Is this a plan or are these goals? What's the difference? Maybe a plan isn't as big as a goal. Maybe a plan is as simple as the daily list. Things that I am planning to do, hope I do, and if I don't, well... I make a new plan for tomorrow. I've called myself a Wedding Planner and an Event Planner without ever even considering the word plan. What's the plan? I don't know exactly, however, I am sure that it involves getting the kids back to school so that I can get back to planning... something.
This was a line in a blog that I read this morning from Guru Mommy. What is my plan? To have a loving family, raise happy & healthy kids, have a successful career, a clean house, and run a marathon in 2 hours and 40 minutes. Is this a plan or are these goals? What's the difference? Maybe a plan isn't as big as a goal. Maybe a plan is as simple as the daily list. Things that I am planning to do, hope I do, and if I don't, well... I make a new plan for tomorrow. I've called myself a Wedding Planner and an Event Planner without ever even considering the word plan. What's the plan? I don't know exactly, however, I am sure that it involves getting the kids back to school so that I can get back to planning... something.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Just My Routine
Top Five Things to do today:
1)wrap a few more Bloomsies
2)set up my product photo shoot with Peter
3)ask my customers to write some reviews.
4)run
5)school shopping
Sitting at the laptop first thing in the morning, with a hot cup of coffee beside me, and logging on has become my morning ritual.
On my to do list there are a thousand and one things to focus on and the nice thing is I have learned, from experience, that I won't get to everything today. Well... probably not tomorrow either. Having accepted this, logging on is a much more enjoyable task. I go to facebook and check on my friends. I love reading their updates. Even though it's not a physical connection, there is something comforting about them being there. These people, I have known many of them for a long time, are people I wish I could talk to everyday. Everyone is something amazing.
After checking on the friends, I go to The Bloomsies page. Suddenly my mood changes and I start talking to myself. I haven't got enough fans... I need to update this... I need to do that. Wow, this is not as relaxing as the Stephanie Malnack Tastad site where it's more giggle, respond, and giggle some more. Bloomsies has become my work. A little more serious. A lot more time consuming. Unfortunately, I don't have the go-get-em attitude. I have a very hard time putting my job first. There is no, "I'm going to go lock myself in the office for five hours to get these things done" in my physical make-up. Sometimes it is frustrating because I don't have it, but maybe it's a blessing too. Each Bloomsies is happy. When I have just finished one, I like to call the kids in to admire it, and tell them how cute this one is. Isn't it? They both usually nod and go about their business. And I smile. Maybe someone will use it as the inspiration for a baby shower and will decorate in bright blue, fuchsia, and lime green. Their guests will be amazed and the mother-to-be will cry with delight. Maybe. This is where my work takes me.
With a buzzing brain I happily log off for the morning. It feels like an accomplished morning already. In my mind I've had coffee with friends, pondered over some work detail, visualized success, and am now ready to continue with my day. The kids will wake up and we'll do something fun together. Probably school shopping. On the way, I'll drop by the post office to ship my latest Bloomsies order, and later will come back to my work after a good run. The day takes shape with my morning routine and I'll look forward to doing it again tomorrow.
1)wrap a few more Bloomsies
2)set up my product photo shoot with Peter
3)ask my customers to write some reviews.
4)run
5)school shopping
Sitting at the laptop first thing in the morning, with a hot cup of coffee beside me, and logging on has become my morning ritual.
On my to do list there are a thousand and one things to focus on and the nice thing is I have learned, from experience, that I won't get to everything today. Well... probably not tomorrow either. Having accepted this, logging on is a much more enjoyable task. I go to facebook and check on my friends. I love reading their updates. Even though it's not a physical connection, there is something comforting about them being there. These people, I have known many of them for a long time, are people I wish I could talk to everyday. Everyone is something amazing.
After checking on the friends, I go to The Bloomsies page. Suddenly my mood changes and I start talking to myself. I haven't got enough fans... I need to update this... I need to do that. Wow, this is not as relaxing as the Stephanie Malnack Tastad site where it's more giggle, respond, and giggle some more. Bloomsies has become my work. A little more serious. A lot more time consuming. Unfortunately, I don't have the go-get-em attitude. I have a very hard time putting my job first. There is no, "I'm going to go lock myself in the office for five hours to get these things done" in my physical make-up. Sometimes it is frustrating because I don't have it, but maybe it's a blessing too. Each Bloomsies is happy. When I have just finished one, I like to call the kids in to admire it, and tell them how cute this one is. Isn't it? They both usually nod and go about their business. And I smile. Maybe someone will use it as the inspiration for a baby shower and will decorate in bright blue, fuchsia, and lime green. Their guests will be amazed and the mother-to-be will cry with delight. Maybe. This is where my work takes me.
With a buzzing brain I happily log off for the morning. It feels like an accomplished morning already. In my mind I've had coffee with friends, pondered over some work detail, visualized success, and am now ready to continue with my day. The kids will wake up and we'll do something fun together. Probably school shopping. On the way, I'll drop by the post office to ship my latest Bloomsies order, and later will come back to my work after a good run. The day takes shape with my morning routine and I'll look forward to doing it again tomorrow.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Therapy is My Run...
Today my mind is racing. Thoughts of having to be bigger and better are overwhelming and making me feel claustrophobic in my own self. I put on my shoes and go for a run. I let those thoughts race through my mind. With each step a thought surfaces, I let it linger there for a moment, ponder it, and then allow the next one to replace it. Those thoughts fade away as my pace quickens and breathing becomes more difficult. I am away. Away from the thoughts that fill my mind and keep me from being productive. Away from anything that is not physical and out here on the road. My six miles of therapy. The only thing to worry about is moving my arms and conquering the next hill. Time goes slowly. I consider the pain in my knee and push forward. Like the thoughts before it, the knee becomes part of my movement and that is all. A run for me is like everything else, harder to begin than to finish. I finish. After this run I have a clear mind, a stronger body and am prepared for whatever is today. It is a new day. I am a new person. Fresh. And I have a surprising thought that inspires me to get to work.
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A mom building a company
This has been a productive morning, Bloomsies! is on Etsy and has a facebook page with a fan list. It's exciting to watch things develop. Though each step is slow, I take one at a time, and find comfort in the daily accomplishments.
It would be easier to build this little company without the kids running crazy around me and arguing when they get bored. I suppose many women and men have sat at their own computers with the same thought. When time seems like a thing that you can't get enough of and the choices you make have a direct impact on either the family or the company. Is there time for both? This is a question I ask over and over again. I will find an answer and I hope that it is YES!
Today though, maybe the kids need some extra time and they will get it. Off to the park!
It would be easier to build this little company without the kids running crazy around me and arguing when they get bored. I suppose many women and men have sat at their own computers with the same thought. When time seems like a thing that you can't get enough of and the choices you make have a direct impact on either the family or the company. Is there time for both? This is a question I ask over and over again. I will find an answer and I hope that it is YES!
Today though, maybe the kids need some extra time and they will get it. Off to the park!
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