Category: Quality of life

Set It High

Life can get messy and it sorta hurts my feelings when it does. This morning, I was thinking about discipline. That is something I really worked on last year, and am still working on today. No matter how well I think I’m doing, life has it’s way of showing me, I’m not in control of nearly as much as I think.

My alarm clock this morning was two doggos walking by my doorway ready to go outside. I looked at them and said, “Mommy needs coffee.”

There are certain things I count on to begin my day, and even though I’ve been using a Chemex for a while now, it always shows me what I need to see. This morning it was the messiest Chemex ever. Just a wreck!

The filter started spewing hot water all over the coffee bar, and the grinds slid down one side of the filter and just laid in the bottom. I looked at it like, “What are you doing?!”, but my darling…it simply responded to my actions and gave me a sloppy Chemex.

I had hurried through the process.

I was so disengaged I even grabbed one of my daughter’s coffee cups to use, and the saying hit me as a little extreme.

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I will make another Chemex and not settle for this mess. This didn’t happen to me, it happened for me, to show I was a little off center. We have the power to straighten out our messes and set the bar for life. May we continually raise the bar and set it high.

Calm and Peaceful

My landlord texted me this morning.

He and his wife would be in town this afternoon and asked if they could drop by. It was fine by me, but just for a moment, I felt a slight unease. It was past behavior.

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I sat completely still to let the feeling pass. Glancing around the house, it wasn’t perfect, but it was in order. It wasn’t spotless, but it felt good.

I told him I had plans at 11:00, but will be home by 1:00, and got ready to leave the house. There’s an AA meeting I’ve been going to on Sunday mornings. For now, it’s like church and sober community rolled into one. I missed last Sunday and didn’t wish to miss today.

This was huge progress for me.

A few short years ago, I would’ve been scrubbing baseboards to make a good impression, but today, I placed the coffee cup in the sink and left for my meeting.

Last week, I was reading a lesson from SC Lourie’s Soul Reset about ‘People Pleasing.’ I didn’t really see where I met any of the criteria anymore. I can honestly say, I’m kind, but not on a mission to please others.

Today was proof.

When they arrived, they said the sweetest things and loved what we had done with the house. He told his wife they should take pictures, but I don’t believe what they felt would show up in a photo.

By the time they were walking out the door, he had it figured it. It was all the little touches, and the way my daughter and I choose to live that caused him to say, “Gosh Barb. It feels so calm and peaceful.”

I’m Still Learning

I spent my entire weekend budget in less than an hour, but….I learned some things about myself in the process.

I had stopped buying vintage items.

I noticed it over Christmas. Getting sucked into online world. Click a button, and it’ll be at your door the next day. Sometimes the same day. Get it sent to a ‘locker’ near you and pick it up in a little while.

Immediate gratification isn’t lasting.

I drove over to a friend’s Shoppe for a visit and to see if she had any lamps. The lamp in my bedroom was not giving me any joy. It was new, and modern looking, and has been bothering me for a while. My friend’s Shoppe was closed, but there’s an antique Shoppe next-door. It was a good day to wander through one of those.

A lamp caught my eye, but it was part of a set. I asked the store owner if he would split up the set. After a quick call to the vendor, it was a yes to the lamp.

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I love the details of this lamp, and it gives the room a warm glow. My previous lamp was just a bright light. There’s a difference.

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Items like these aren’t considered vintage to me. I grew up with this stuff. They are however, classic goodness.

Walking through the Shoppe, I strolled from room to room. Was there anything else that needed a good home? Then, I saw this little crushed velvet seat. It would match my bedroom drapes, and give me a spot to sit and put on shoes. (Because everyone needs that)

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At this angle it seems to be looking at me. Probably gonna have to give it a name.

No regrets my darling and we learn as we go. I may regret sipping this Bluebottle cold brew later on tonight, but as I already confessed…I’m still learning.

The Velvet Timberland’s

Me: Would you like a cup of coffee? (watching the Chemex complete it’s cycle.)

Her: I just made a cup of tea.

Me: You can have both. (said with ease)

Her: What a beautiful world we live in when I can have both.

Our life is beautiful, and I think sometimes people become weary of hearing ‘all good things’ over here, but that’s what I choose to see and write about my darling.

I’m not negative and whining doesn’t suit me. I had a sponsor that I’d call and whine to and she’d call me out immediately. “Shall I fix a plate of cheese and crackers to go with that whine”, she’d retort.

So after posting Wednesday’s post with my Unicorns and Rainbows philosophy, I scraped dog poop out of the heel of my daughter’s Timberland’s. Yep. You read that correctly. Right after clicking ‘publish’, I grabbed her Tim’s, found a sink and a toothbrush and began scraping dog poop out of the ridges of the heel.

The outcome was picture worthy.

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My daughter was thrilled over the clean heel, and thanked me for doing it. I told her I was going to write about it, and she laughed. Knowing my Blog titles consist of three words, she suggested ‘The Shit Shoes’. That is how she saw them pre-cleaning. It’s funny how we saw them differently.

To me they have always been The Velvet Timberland’s. I still remember the first day we say them and squealed over the velvet trim, but after she stepped in dog poop, they became The Shit Shoes.

The toothbrush worked for a bit during the cleaning, but I eventually had to break out a knife. That’s how it is my darling. Hold back nothing to scrape it off and get back to the beauty.

Now, we both see them once again, as the velvet Timberland’s.

Worth the Wait

The candle display looked sparse.

My friend who owns the local Shoppe had placed an order for new ones, but they hadn’t come in yet. The display looked like it was in waiting.

I went back to the Shoppe a few days later, but still no candles. There was a holdup in the shipment, but I could wait. If there’s one thing Breast Cancer taught me is how to wait. ‘You wait patiently Barb, holding the highest expectation of outcomes.’

There’s goodness in the waiting.

More days passed and I called the Shoppe. They had located the shipment and it was to arrive that day or the next at the latest. A couple of days later, I entered the Shoppe to find a breathtaking display. My friend had ordered so many Voluspa candles, the candle display spilled onto other displays.

It seemed like natural effect for this much goodness.

I’ve written quite a bit about waiting. We tend to wait for the big things in life, but it’s an accumulation of little things that equal big. The day comes where you sit down to write a Blog, and there’s this knowing that every little thing has been worth the wait.

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It’s Worth It

I changed my WordPress theme again.

My neighbor noticed the change and said something about it. I found myself telling him my reason, and before I could justify my actions, he smiled and said, “Barbara. You don’t have to explain yourself to me.” He’s the best neighbor ever.

As much as I loved the previous theme with the corrider of chandeliers, the font was hard to read. I would go in and change the style and size, but once the post published it would revert back to it’s original font.

So, yes, the main reason behind changing my theme was to be kind to my Readers. You are kind enough to follow my Blog, so I will make reading it easy on your eyes and hopefully, soothing for your soul.

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The Universe rewarded my heart with this chandelier. It’s in a new, local Florist shop that I walked into last week. I revisited them yesterday and asked, “Can I take a picture for my Blog?”

The girl behind the counter went into great detail about the remaking of the chandelier. The owner of the Shoppe, hand strung each crystal. Every last single piece of bling was threaded by hand. This chandelier hangs over the counter. There is another one identical to this one near the entry in the middle of the room.

Everything in this Shoppe is pretty!

Fortunately, it’s not so close by that I can walk over. It’s a drive, but more than worth it. That is where I am with my life my darlings. I want it all to be worth it. Every action, and the amount of time given needs to be worth it. Are you living each day in a way that’s worth it?

This Shoppe has beautiful soap.

I’m used to paying a $5 or $6 for a bar of soap. It’s handmade by a friend of mine in California, and she ships it here. The soap in this Shoppe costs $3.00 more than what my friend sells, so in came the reasoning again. An $8.00 bar of soap….is it worth it?

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I believe I knew it before my shower, but after taking my shower this morning my heart sang…..it’s worth it.