I have never been much of a goal oriented person. I am disciplined to a certain extent. I make sure I clean my toilet weekly, unload my dishwasher daily, make my bed every morning. Etc. But goals, goals can be intimidating. At least to me. What if they’re not reached? What if they’re too easy? … More ready, set, go[al]
I’ve come to realize there is a next day. When you’re in a struggle, it can seem that you’re barely surviving today. It is nearly impossible to comprehend that there is anything beyond nightfall. That the sun actually comes up the next morning is a surprise. At the very best, it’s day to day. One … More the next day
Happiness as a goal is a recipe for disaster. ~ Barry Schwartz I think the above quote says it all. If you’re only looking to make yourself happy, you’re in for a big fall. Ah, I made a rhyme. Happiness as a goal is a recipe for disaster. Simple, yet much to consider. happiness.as.a.goal.is.a.recipe.for.disaster … More happiness as a goal
There’s the proverbial, One day you wake up and everything is different. For me, it’s more like, One day I drove home and nothing was the same. Tonight no one I’ve shared the house with the last years of my life will come home. I am alone with CJ the beagle. My son is at … More charting the unexpected
Where I’m going is not necessarily up to me. Unless. Unless I disregard the good of all others but myself. Then I can decide. I’ve always wondered why everyone doesn’t live in San Diego. It was six degrees in my town this morning. Why would I choose to be here? I am a warm weather … More where?
I came to a realization the other day. June is like December. For me, anyway. There’s so much happening. Starting in May. Events, holidays, celebrations, etc. I have counted 13 happenings in my calendar between May 11 and the end of June. Some were major life events like my son’s high school graduation. Some were … More June is like December
Today my sweet daughter Allie turns fifteen. I came across a letter yesterday, posted on one of my new favorite sites, brainpickings.org. It’s from Jackson Pollock’s dad, to him, written in 1928. While it’s not terribly emotion filled, it is, quite touchingly, what we as parents so want to convey to our children when they’re … More 15