Drink the Glitter

“There’s so much glitter”, she said.

“I’ll take that one”, was my response.

“No, it’s okay. I’ll just drink the glitter!”

This is a normal conversation between my daughter and me. This is also the second time this week she’s made a cup of tea, only to find glitter floating in it. The glitter is from the garland hanging across the coffee bar. A sprinkling landed in the cups.

I’m still pondering why that’s a bad thing.

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The tree went up before Thanksgiving.

We bought one the day they were delivered to the store. This one fits the house instead of overtaking the house. The tree stands quietly in the corner of the den offering additional warmth and sparkle to our lives. A small tree in a small house is more inviting than a giant tree in a small house.

My daughter researched how to flock a tree and good ol’ Amazon helped. She did a fabulous job with it and now we have enough flocking left over for 10 more trees! I believe she wants to flock our wreath next. We give ourselves permission to sprinkle some extra goodness into our life.

But you don’t have to drink the glitter.

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The Glitter Bird

Five years ago, I purchased a small sign.

The quote on that sign has been my mindset over the years. It really is a mindset darling. You can have the life you want if you want it enough.

Anything is possible if we open our minds to it. The key is to think higher thoughts. Dream big as they say. There can be no space for negative thoughts, because faith works both ways my love. What we think about most, comes to fruition.

Here is a photo of that sign.

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This is actually my second one.

I gave the first one away to a lady to show her what’s possible. Sitting here today I realize giving her that sign wouldn’t change her life. She could hang it as a reminder of what would happen, if she was willing to make changes herself.

Last week, I was walking through a store trying to find my way to the exit. I took a shortcut down an aisle and saw a lady straightening a row of pillows. This one caught my eye and came home with me.

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It has come to fruition but I always need a reminder. As I wrote in my previous post, what I see as a beautiful life today, God has better in store.

Now we are down to the finest details.

I love this little bird. I’ve written about my saga with the bird-feeder and squirrels. I really want the birds to win and the squirrels to go somewhere else. Don’t give up the fight my darlings! Life is beautiful!

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All the way down to the glitter bird.

Gravitate Toward Glitter

I’m surprised to see how much glitter is in my life. When out shopping, I find myself gravitating toward it. I want to share some with you.

This is my daughter’s ornament for 2019.

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You can shake it like a glitter globe.

Yesterday, I met a friend for coffee and conversation. It’s funny how she messaged me wanting to meet, but as our time was coming to a close, I felt like I’d completed a therapy session.

We meet at least once a month, sometimes more.

I’m grateful how she loves me with no judgement.

After coffee, we stepped into our favorite shop.

Their after Christmas sale was still going on, and all of their shoes were half price. My friend tried on boots, but what did I gravitate toward?

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Yes lovely. I came home with glitter shoes.

Life is a beautiful thing, but I believe we have to gravitate toward the sparkle of it.

This sign is hanging in my den.

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When trying to decide where to hang it, I’d sit it down to hammer the nail into the wall. It fell over once and left a trail of glitter on the table. I’m pretty sure it’s still there because why would I clean it up?

A trail of glitter is happiness in my life.

May you always gravitate toward glitter.

Trail of Glitter

I don’t think about death very often, but just like a lot of things in life, I know what I don’t want when it happens. My daughter knows I want to be cremated, and scatter my ashes somewhere beautiful. I saw this Meme the other day, and read it to her. Now she has added glitter to that list.

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When my daughter was little, she didn’t get to play with glitter. It was too messy, and it never went away completely. As she got older, we embraced the mess it made, and we’d smile when we found a piece from months ago.

We have Christmas ornaments covered in glitter, and most of my friends know when they give me something, if it’s covered in glitter, that’s even better. The other day, after practicing Yoga, I rolled up my mat to find a piece of glitter stuck to the bottom of my foot. We haven’t even had any glitter in this house, so I guess it followed us here.

My daughter texted me yesterday that Kate Spade committed suicide. I laid my phone on the table, at the luncheon, and gazed at my Kate Spade phone case purchased a couple of weeks ago. It’s a black, leather case with her name and spade embossed in gold.

She left a trail of glitter, and I hope is now on one of gold.

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In Real Time

All this talk about the draft folder is really just the tip of the iceberg. I left out the part about all the emails I’ve sent to myself with pictures attached. Looking through some of them lastnight I noticed there’s an additional folder entitled ‘Blog Ideas’, chocked full from 2019. Let’s not forget the journals and slips of paper I come across every now and then. I even text myself ideas when the inspiration hits. So really, the draft folder is the least of it.

There’s no lack for inspiration here.

This laptop has memes sitting on the desktop, just waiting for a story. Every so often, it begins to look cluttered, so I file them into a folder. My first Zoom conference this year with the man I work with was truly embarrassing. We were sharing our screens, going over email platforms, and our screens were extreme opposites. His was full of Excel spreadsheets, PowerPoint presentations, and word documents, but you know what he saw on Barb’s?

Pretty pictures and memes.

There was a long pause as he viewed my desktop, and I couldn’t leave the meeting fast enough. The meme I used as the featured photo in this post is one I ‘borrowed’ from Cristian Mahai, but here it is again.

Sitting at the kitchen table this morning, it doesn’t surprise me to see a container of glitter sitting here with me. I purchased the glitter for a small project, but you know I love glitter, and have been known to sprinkle it anywhere I darn well please. Now, I’m not going to throw it at my computer screen, but it’s safe to say, I have a glittery life. No longer embarrassed over my desktop either, because if I had to choose between mine, and the man I work with, it would easily be this one.

I’m starting to believe, instead of continuing to file away inspiration, it’s to be shared in real time.

There Is Happiness

Writing is happiness.

I’m not sure if it brings it in, or if I have so much happiness, it’s a form of release.

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Sloth’s and candles are happiness.

Being here with you is happiness.

Thank you for the love and care on my previous post. I was struggling to find my happy again. A friend asked if I was okay, and I responded with, “Yes. I did this to myself. I tried doing everything in my own strength.”

I’ve always been an overachiever and that includes giving of myself. Be mindful of where you give. It needs to be reciprocated, or you’ll find yourself empty.

There was a lot of glitter involved in bringing back my happy. I spray painted pumpkins with a clear coat of gold glitter and I’ve been working on the coffee bar. It’s a work in progress and every time my daughter comes home it looks different.

Change is an outlet for growth.

Coffee is complete happiness.

I added this to the coffee bar, so it’s one of the first things we see each morning. You don’t have to look for signs around here. I’ll buy ’em and hang ’em.

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Read the fine print. There is happiness.

 

Oh Sugar Sugar

Looking in the mirror this morning, my face has a healthy glow. My eyes are clear and my heart is happy to have spent three days at the beach.

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Padre Island

Getting back to normal life I was ready to smell something good. They sell Swan Creek Candles in Texas, so it’s a little odd I bought these at the beach, but I’ve never seen this particular one before. It called my name.

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A good pink, glitter and that name!

Our hallway smells amazing!

Oh, sugar sugar. I love sweets, but my daughter tells me, “Cancer loves sugar!”, so I’m mindful of intake. Just because I’m careful by not eating too much, doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy it. I’m happy with pictures of it!

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Spending time at the beach shed new light. I see change in store, but for now join me in the delightment of oh sugar sugar.

Arms Wide Open

This meme is more beautiful each year.

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My family is laughing at me.

I bought pumpkins and placed them on the porch. I’ve always waited for Fall to arrive and didn’t really do much to help bring it in. The weather forecast is saying it’s going to drop down to the 70’s at night this week.

Anything below 80 degrees in Texas is downright chilly! Below 60 degrees is freezing! 🙂

My daughter loves the glitter porch.

A couple of years ago, we began spray painting our pumpkins with glitter. You can buy a clear-coat paint and choose the color of glitter. We bought gold. It’s pretty to look at and it preserves the pumpkins from rotting.

I want to wait for my daughter to pick out the spray glitter, but in the interim, I can do some sprinkling.

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The glitter fell into the crevices.

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This year I don’t want to go from summer to Christmas. I want to savor every moment, even if it’s the slightest change in temperature.

Embrace a new season with your arms wide open.

Pause and Rest

I walked out on the front porch with coffee in hand. It was early morning, but the temperature was already warm. August in Texas.

My daughter gauges my well-being by the amount of glitter on the porch. This morning, you could tell it has not been maintained and every potted plant was struggling. I sat down with my coffee and gazed at the yard, knowing what it needs.

It needed a good drenching.

I’ve been working a lot. Having three part-time jobs is taking it’s toll on my body, mind and spirit. My work load has intensified and some days I work two jobs on the same day. On Thursday, I worked all three. Bossman at the Pizza place said, “Everybody wants a piece of Barb.”

The key is to not run out of pieces.

I walked over and grabbed the hose.

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What you just read has been sitting in drafts since last week. That’s as far as I got with it, but this morning, I was right back at the same spot.

Sitting on the porch with coffee. Looking at the little bit of glitter scattered across the porch and covered by debris. The yard was coughing at me from lack of water. My daughter didn’t have to ask how I was doing this morning. She took one look at me and said, “You’re tired.”

But the great thing about this is….awareness. There was a time in my life that I would have just pushed through, but not today. You work at a slower pace. I turned the phone off for 30 minutes to allow myself a moment to catch up.

Awareness and knowing when to pause.

I stopped typing this post last week and left it in drafts, but knew I’d come back to it. I don’t have to quit. I’m just practicing pause and rest.

 

Embrace Some Change

My favorite part of my daughter being away on weekends is taking up the entire driveway. I park smack in the middle. I sleep similarly, by spreading out and taking up the entire bed.

I’m not afraid to be alone. I quite enjoy it.

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From my daughter. Shake it. It’s full of glitter.

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I spent the weekend decluttering our home.

As we grow and change from within, it’s natural for our surroundings to change. I packed up items we weren’t using, but wished to keep. Moved pictures and small items to new locations. The biggest change was the coffee bar.

I moved it to another part of the house.

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Sign under mirror says, “You are gold baby. Solid Gold.”

Our coffee bar is mainly tea and what was once the coffee bar is now wide open space.

Don’t panic. The Chemex is in the kitchen. 🙂

When my daughter returns home she knows she will see changes made. She almost expects it.

They may be obvious, or it might be in the tiniest of details. Now, she looks around eagerly for the changes. She moved her room around last week.

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To raise our children to be self sufficient adults. That’s the goal. Be the change. Move stuff around in your environment and soul.

She knows I love her, but she also sees me enjoying being alone. Embrace the change.