Wasted Time or Hidden Inspiration

I am a blog searcher this morning. It is for work... not just for pleasure. I can't say how many I've read, but I've been up and reading blogs for about an hour. Another early morning that will knock me out by three this afternoon making me wish I was still drinking coffee (I gave it up last night). A decision I'll probably need to rethink.

For now though, I am fine.

There are many interesting people online, writing about interesting things. Today's findings are mostly sexually themed. One woman describes her vagina as a book (I guess it will soon be a published book). Another woman finds herself through intimate acts with different partners. And the third that stands out to me claimed that she is a woman, but in my opinion, through her words I totally read MAN (don't ask me why).

While this is not what this morning's blog search was supposed to drum up, my goal was to find blogs that would connect to my Bloomsies business, I am smiling. I truly enjoy the fact that people take a blank page and write about themselves. I always tell my kids that "There are all kinds of people in this world. Don't judge. It makes our world go round." And... I have lost my focus.

I don't get it. Sometimes I am so focused and find what I am looking for. Today, however, if my blog search is any indication, may be a long day of aimless wandering. It happens. If nothing else, this morning's blog reading has inspired me to make an entry of my own. Which hasn't been done in quite a long time. We truly must celebrate inspiration when it hits and not waste it, right? Well, I think it just did! I think today might be the day to get my bachelorette Bloomsies made and online...and I may choose another day to give up coffee.

Here's to happy blogging!

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!