It doesn’t take much to inspire me.
Sitting at the coffee table this morning, I was watching one of our dogs. I had opened the front door for him, first thing this morning. It’s nice and cool outside, and I thought he would enjoy laying in front of the screen door.
But no, what does he do?
He walks to the back of the house, and sticks his face in the sunlight streaming in from my bedroom windows. There’s a small patch of light from my room, laying on the hallway floor. He knows better than to go into my room.
This big dog, lays down in this skinny patch of light.
Denver boy knows what to do.
Always search for the light, and even if it’s just a sliver, lay in it.
I’m trying to find my groove with posting a Blog.
My job has taken on full-time status, 7 days a week, and I give it my all. I believe while you work the job, you still need to fuel the dream. Writing is a dream come true for me.
Here’s another photo from my vison board.
I was awakened this morning by a storm. A thunderstorm would definitely wake me up in this room. I can imagine the rain cascading down that window, while watching the light show.
It’s funny how all my photo’s include a desk.
Some photo’s are merely a desk with a view. That wasn’t done on purpose, or logically. I believe my heart chose the photos. A vision comes from the heart my darling. It’s when it floats up to the head, we tend to talk ourselves out of our dreams.
You see, it’s not about finding the time to write a post. It’s about finding that space where you simply sit down in front of the keys and the words begin to pour. I love to write, but like most things pertaining to love, it doesn’t like to be forced.
This space is my favorite place to be.
In the book Bird by Bird, by Anne Lamott, she says this little prayer when she sits down to write. “Please help me get out of the way, so I can write what wants to be written.”
Lamott concludes, “Don’t stand up until it’s written.”
Don’t let your mind talk you out of your dream. There’s always time, but once you find that space, sit down and don’t get up.
My heart beats a little bit faster for a dreamy bed.
My daughter was home over the weekend, and I wanted to let her catch up on some sleep. As I closed her bedroom door, this quote came to mind, and I remembered this photo on my vision board.
The two combined became a meme.
I’ve been pondering linen for my bed, but have you priced linen sheets? The real ones are not merely a purchase. They’re a freakin’ investment! A linen bed-skirt would be a sweet touch, and keep the dust bunnies out from under the bed.
I have really good sheets on my bed.
I laid this napkin on the sheet this morning before making up the bed. Yes, the sheets feel as good as they look. The quality of mattress, sheets and pillow reflect the quality of sleep.
How you sleep, is how you feel the next day.
The napkin is for a bar, but we use them on our coffee bar. Whoever said you need alcohol to get buzzed has never drank our coffee!
Hey there little mountain mover. If you’re gonna wake and move some mountains you’ll need really good coffee, and a dreamy bed.
A Blogger friend commented on the photo in A New View.
When my daughter and I walked out of the newly built house mentioned in that post, she glanced my way, as if trying to read my thoughts. The house was nice enough, but the view was no better than where I am now. My next house is all about the view.
I don’t want more, but I do want better.
In response to my friend’s comment, I let her know these photos are a part of my vision board. My vision board began a year ago, and these photos are popping up in my FB memories. They are reminding me why I’m in a season of work.
Hold the vision. Trust the process.
I’ve been working from home for years, but last year was my season for learning to work with discipline and consistency. It’s paying off, but my work is seven days a week. It becomes difficult to discern a weekday from the weekend. Relatable?
Another Blogger friend had left a comment on the post, Enjoy the Good. He admires my coffee gadgets, and reminded me of one I haven’t used in a while. The French press. I took it down from the shelf, and rinsed it off. It has been so long since I used it, I pulled up the Blue Bottle Coffee site to refresh my memory.
While on the Blue Bottle site, I saw their debut coffee Spring Blend, and ordered a bag. You see, I had responded to my fellow Blogger with, “Why do you think I work so much? To be able to buy really good coffee.” That was the goal when I began this journey, and I’ve been buying really good coffee all year.
Don’t lose sight of why you work.
I’m grateful at this stage of life to have fulfilling work, and to be continually learning, but it’s not easy. My experience has been, no path worth taking is ever easy, so it’s vital to hold the vision.
Some paths are easier than others. Some journey’s take longer than others, but I’m convinced, it will be worth the view.
“I’m ready for something new”, was my first thought of the day. My daughter and I went for a walk yesterday, and saw a new house almost complete. We walked through, and everything was new.
Sitting in my den early this morning, a prism hanging in the window was casting rainbows across the room. The prism has been hanging there a long time, but today was the first time I spotted it’s colorful light. That’s new.
Or was it? My guess would be it does that every morning it gets hit by the sun, but this was the first time I was sitting in the right place at the right time to see it.
I bought a new battery for my laptop.
My personal laptop sat on my desk and had to stay plugged in. The battery wouldn’t hold a charge anymore, until today. Now, I can unplug it and go wherever I want. Freedom! This morning I’m sitting at the coffee table, and that’s when I saw the light from the prism.
I was sitting somewhere new.
This laptop has been sitting in the same place for years, but giving it a new battery, has given me a new view.
I asked my daughter, “Have you noticed the coffee bar smells like coffee?” Walking by the bar, you can smell the various grinds from it’s frequent use. She introduced me to this roaster a month ago.
I just love the name, ‘Hairbender’.
She used it to make a Chemex for us to share. Once that one was empty, she walked through the house and yelled, “You want another Chemex?!” This quarantine thingy is working quite well.
Yesterday, I found myself standing in the aisle of paper goods at one of my favorite stores. A lady was standing there along with me, six feet apart, and we’re wearing masks. The aisle was fully stocked with toilet paper. We were mesmerized by the sight of it.
I asked her, “Did you ever think seeing toilet paper would bring complete happiness?” She shook her head, and said, “No.”
I decided to check out the cold brew display, and there it was, the mighty Stumptown chilled and ready to drink. I hadn’t tried this one before, but it suddenly became my new favorite. What’s not to love?
Life is changing, but for the better.
The time is right to enjoy the good.
At 6:00 am I was sitting on the bathroom floor with a stressed out doggo. There was a tornado warning for our area.
A couple of hours later, the sun is shining, and the birds are chirping. We are enjoying the breeze coming through the screen door, and that little dog that was pacing the house, is laying on her bed completely entertained by a squirrel in the front yard.
That is how suddenly things change.
I’ve been paying attention to my kitchen this week. Since purchasing the planter, to use as a tool caddy, inspiration ensued. Sitting at my kitchen table, I’m beginning to enjoy the view.
This painting was hanging in another part of the house, but I sat it in the kitchen as a much needed reminder.
I don’t read it as a question. I start with the word ‘You’, and go up to ‘can’ before returning to the statement. For me it reads:
Beautiful Girl. You can do hard things.
Pandemic = Way too much time on Etsy.
These cabinet knobs sparkle from across the room. The Great Blue Heron holds a special place in my heart.
Things change suddenly my darling, and you can do hard things.