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?
How do you note the passage of time? Are the candles on your birthday cake enough to give you a sense of the present? Or is it your kiddo’s current grade in school? We do it a bit differently at Camp Fradd.
Jay and I have been celebrating monthiversaries since around the 3-month mark. Is that right? Or did we start before that? I remember clearly our half-yeariversary celebration. Each month he did something special for dinner and bought me a different kind of flower.
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.
This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
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.
Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.
As a kid, I loved Choose Your Own Adventure Books. Each volume followed a similar format. At the end of each chapter, the author presented the reader with the choice of different paths. Sometimes the choice could lead to certain death, other selections lead to the happy ending.