Never Mind the Tooth Fairy…….Beware of the Midnight Buffalo.
I made my list of New Years resolutions, not under the influence of alcohol…I am not a drinker, rather under the influence of wishful thinking or even in a delusional moment mixed in with a few high hopes. Either way, I had gracefully jotted down my intentions and hung them with a sense of pride and optimism on the notice board in the kitchen. It was almost like I was looking to the stroke of midnight to completely change my weight, income, purchasing power and vacation opportunities for the coming year! Read more...(1638 words, 0 images, estimated 6:33 mins reading time)
I will start writing again in the new year. Right now, I would just like to say “have a good one” regarding New Years eve, to everyone who reads this. I didn’t meet my goals this year in terms of financial accomplishments, weight loss accomplishments, work achievements, knitting, sewing projects are not all complete. I did get a stack of stuff done though. I undertook several course of education. Spent time with my kids, both here and in Florida, caught up with my husband and enjoyed him being home much more than usual in the fourth quarter. I dealt with fears that have kept me from enjoying myself or being enjoyable to others. I made some money, broke new ground, lost fifteen pounds, worked in the garden, completed enough sewing and knitting projects to give in abundance to both my granddaughter and great niece. Could I have done better? Always. I had fun. I moved mountains in emotional progress and I’m looking forward to the new year with a sense of healthy anticipation. I know my kids are facing challenges. I trust they will be able to dig deep within and clear their hurdles and get closer to their goals. I wish you and yours the same well being and here’s to a good 2012. It may not be as plentiful as you would like. I wish you “enough”.
Be careful what you wish for, isn’t that how the saying goes? I have been working and wishing, walking and wishing, swimming, gardening, knitting, blogging and putting one foot in front of each other in the name of hoping to achieve… and wishing. It’s soul destroying not making any progress. It can be uphill trying to keep the momentum going when there’s no tangible results. Oh and guess what? I’m not the most patient of individuals. As if you can’t figure that one out! Read more...(1032 words, 0 images, estimated 4:08 mins reading time)
At the end of a long and very tiring day I am not sure that I am really heading in the right direction in terms of life. Reading all of the business books, watching the DVD’s I understand the mantra. I understand it enough to recognise my foot prints in the rear mirror, I have trodden that path of performance. No I wasn’t a millionaire. I was a single parent trying to raise two kids and was burning the candle at both ends in order to achieve the same . I don’t know that I want to walk in those shoes again. I enjoy knitting and sewing for my granddaughter and occasionally my daughter or daughter in law. I want to make dinner for my husband coming home…what’s the point of having a background as a classically trained chef if you’re not gong to share it? I don’t want to own a restaurant…been there, done that. I want to cook for my own. That’s my gift to my husband and to the kids when they come home to rest, recoup and to be fed. I love my house, not to the point of exclusion . It gives me comfort and I acknowledge that comfort. My garden speaks to me. I gave it birth, Jeff gave it a semblance of organisation. I planted uncontrollably ( have the Lowe’s receipts to back that up), now like my kids, the garden is blooming and only needs me for occasional feeding and pruning!Read more...(289 words, 0 images, estimated 1:09 mins reading time)
I have been cutting and bagging the dead daffodils, tulips and irises and clearing the early spring debris so as the Asian lilies can reign in full glory. Consumed with juggling new plantings in the window boxes and dusting the cedar lintels over my windows to prevent a further infestation of carpenter bees, I didn’t notice, my kids were hurting. Of all the flowers in the garden, none are as important to me as watching my children bloom. They are not babies and do not live within walking distance, in fact if I have any discomfort in my life right now, it would be the distance I am from my kids. I learn a lot from watching my garden. Seeing the plants establish, in awe of mother nature and the beauty she affords us all. I have learnt so much from my children and my granddaughter. This week’s epiphany is no exception. I see how my mistakes have impacted their choices, My protectiveness has allowed them to adopt “prince or princess” behaviours that is hard on their partners. In my quest to build their self worth and teach them to accept nothing but the best, have I neglected to teach them humility? Have I given to ease my pain rather than help them grow? I understand they will no longer “do” because “I am mum and I say that “I need you to do this for me”. Just like I cannot control the bloom time of my flowers, just be ready for the moment …and enjoy it, when it comes, I cannot control the curve balls that are bouncing in my direction this week. Read more...(506 words, 1 image, estimated 2:01 mins reading time)