Halloween never ranked high on our family holiday celebrations, or at least I don’t recall it being. I desperately wanted a store-bought costume with a mask and the body printed on those plastic hospital gown style covers.
I never got around to the August fun-times post, and while a part of me still hopes to, let’s be realistic. Perhaps I’ll find a casual way to throw in photos of me camping just outside the gates of a (decommissioned) prison after a stellar concert.
If not, I’ll learn to live, knowing I can still make memories even if the only people who know about them are me and Jay (and the random stranger friends I made along the way.)
I celebrated the deeper conversations #10thingstotellyou prompted, but we can’t always choose our talents.
I’ve been fighting a lie for the past week or so, wrestling with my thoughts on how small changes affect outcomes in a big way. More specifically, I’ve bought into the lie that changes must be grand and dramatic in order to be effective.
Small changes add up to make a big difference. SciFi movies teach us changing even the smallest sliver of the past can radically affect our future, and yet, do we truly live as if we believe that to be true?
Nearing the end of month, its once again time to consider some things from the past month. These snippets – loved , said, learned, read – are a small look at how I’ve spent this summer. My morning walks, which I started only a few weeks ago, are already noticeably darker the same time each morning. Like it or not, the days are getting shorter. All the more reason to cherish the small moments.
My family traveled to Nashville on Wednesday afternoon and back on Friday evening. As with any Justus League excursion, we had a great time and packed a lot into the two day trip. The drive itself takes just over 3 hours from where we live, depending on traffic and how optional the driver considers the speed limit.
My office is currently experiencing what we in the south call second winter. This phenomenon occurs when a facility sets the air conditioning on arctic levels. While the guys who work outside in jeans and boots are comfortable when they return to the office, those of us stuck inside all day freeze.
I started blogging in 2008 with the intent on writing my love story with Mr. Right. A few months after our wedding, I began training for my first 5K and religiously tracking my food. As a result, I have pages and pages on my first blog of “Weigh-In Wednesday” posts.
My love of hiking began taking trips with my parents over a decade ago. Kelly, my sister, must have been away at college, because I only remember the 3 of us going on hikes.