Helloooo, yes I am back…although my 3 followers who aren’t paid or related to me may not have missed me…but I will have you know I have been VERY busy. I am not quite sure though doing what exactly.
I read recently that you should be thankful to be busy as that usually means you have expendable cash, a job, a family or all of the above. Think about it, poor people don’t run errands…what exactly are “errands”? Basically just spending money at different places in a certain timeframe in your car- which would mean 1. You can afford a car 2. You actually have time that you are not working and 3. You can afford dry cleaning, groceries, prescriptions and most importantly trips to the container store to buy organizing shit to put all your other shit you don’t need into!
So there you have it- your abundance journaling for the day all done for you😉
On a much lighter note, I took time on new years day in between eating my greens and watching the DAWGS kick some asssss to look through my Instagram feed for the past year with the lens of “Does this accurately reflect me?…like the real me.” and I concluded that yep, yes it does.
It actually is an exercise I highly recommend (side note I love calling something “an exercise” which requires no exercising).
What do I love you ask? Well based on my photos the following:
- My sweet Molly
- My funny Henry
- And my always Fresh Dougie
- Food- especially chips and queso
- All kinds of Fun- especially the grown up kind
- Music- especially dudes with a twang
- Friends- old ones, new ones, work ones and neighbor ones
- Puzzles and Puzzling
- Coffee and Coffee Mugs
In reviewing my Instagram feed I was also reminded of what was missing and what I need/want to do more of- maybe not today or this month or this year- but in my life.
They are all centered around experiencing more and being more present:
- See more plays/theater- in Charlotte, more preferably in NYC, but really anywhere
- Go to more Concerts- especially the old peeps that may not be around much longer. I never saw the Eagles and now Glen Fry is dead. Bummed.
- Travel the world more- it’s too big and too diverse to wallow in what we know.
- Get over obsessing about 10 pounds or being a size whatever- WHO THE FUCK CARES? Although I would like those pants to fit…but that is why God made skirts.
- Be grateful. Be grateful. Be grateful. My life is pretty damn good.
- Give more grace to others. Everybody’s got their shit and has bad days….but then again there are people who are horrible, narcissistic assholes too, so just ignore them.
I want to give credit to my friend Barrie Benson, not that she needs my validation or endorsement as she is already a famous Rockstar Interior Designer, but I just like to give credit where credit is due! A few months ago she said “read this book!”…and I do what Barrie says.
It was You are a Badass by Jen Sincero and y’all it is a must read. There are two quotes that have stuck with me from her book regarding how to have an awesome life that I will offer to you today:
- “It’s about having the cojones to show up as the brightest, happiest, badassiest version of yourself, whatever that looks like to you”
- “It’s not your fault that you’re fucked up. It’s your fault if you stay fucked up, but the foundation of your fuckupedness is something that’s been passed down through generations of your family, like a coat of arms or a killer cornbread recipe”
It really is a kick in the ass inspiring book and it is short- Get it. Read it. Be a Badass.
I was also reflecting on my how much my children had grown and then of course thought of what an exceptional parent I was…for a few seconds… before I had a flashback to Henry at Church on Christmas Eve (right before he fell asleep) asking quite loudly if Jesus was related to Santa. This should not have been a shock since earlier that day in the car as we were listening to “O Tannenbaum” and Doug alerts me that Henry is in the back seat singing “Ohhh Chick Fil A, Oh Chick Fil A”…I mean in his defense he sees the ol’ Chick Fil A a few times a week all year long and the O Christmas Tree for max 2 weeks a year.
Molly is now 11 and informed me over break as we were watching Pitch Perfect together for like the 10th time “Mom you do realize this is highly inappropriate for someone my age but I like the music and I the sex jokes are over my head”. SO I don’t know whether this is a parenting win that we can watch movies together or a parenting fail that she is slow to the uptake on innuendos??? But regardless, we are watching Pitch Perfect 2 tonight and going to see Pitch Perfect 3 tomorrow in the theaters (solely for the popcorn, fountain coke and goobers…and sex jokes)…right after we take Henry to Chick Fil A.
MOTHER OF THE YEAR people- right here.
I leave you with this video that reminded me of my best friend and I when about twice a year we start laughing so hard we cannot control ourselves- there is seriously nothing better- and normally the thing that you start laughing at you don’t even remember as you literally cannot control laughing at the fact that you are laughing.