“Maybe I’m too picky?”, was my thought.
I debunked that thought quickly after taking a glance at the past and seeing where not being picky landed me. Quality of life reflects choices my darling, no matter how small.
At 10:00 am I made my second Chemex. I’m not sitting here highly caffeinated because I poured the first Chemex out after tasting half a cup. I didn’t like the taste, but that meant wrestling the beast for the cup I wanted.
Meet the beast. The best burr grinder ever.
It’s solid steel and weighs a good chunk, especially to be lifted first thing in the morning. That’s what it was going to take to have the cup of coffee my heart desired. The beans that are stored in the top chamber are one of my favorite brands, but I bought the wrong origin. They have a bitter aftertaste I cannot acquire.
I slid the glass container off the bottom that catches the grinds, (important) removed the lid, picked him up and poured the beans into a container. Then refilled the top chamber with pure happiness and made another Chemex.
Quality of life doesn’t happen automatically. Make Small Choices.
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.
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.
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!
All the way down to the glitter bird.
This is a new Blogger I started following recently.
The title of her Blog is what drew me in, “I have no idea what I’m doing.” That is how I feel most days.
This is a beautiful story of how she had to ‘rise up’ out of the trenches of her own life, and be that person she knew she could be. The man she loved chose to rise up to meet her and they now stand together.
For all my ‘happily ever after’ peeps. Beautiful. xx
Forty. What a weird thing it is to have a word symbolize so much in my mind. Previously, when I thought of being forty the following words came to mind: suburban, mom jeans, boring, mini-van, out of touch, old, conservative, confident, routine, accomplished. Those are all words that can terrify you depending on how you […]
Driving home last night, this song came on the radio.
The one thing that can change my mood rapidly is, hopping in my truck, and driving somewhere, even if it’s just down the road 10 minutes away. It doesn’t have to be a long drive, just long enough to hear the right song.
There is something about being in my faithful truck, on a road, and hearing a good song that feeds my soul.
As I listened to the words in this song, it reminded me of why I write. To give hope. I’m not sure I’ve written anything to save someones life, but God will work through our writing to help change people’s lives. It’s His job to save.
I will tell you what you need to hear, and that you’re not forgotten. My hope is you can see a God who is more than all you ever wanted. We all need hope, and if you’re here, you’re not alone. Maybe God has called you to this Blog, and you will read something that will change your perspective, which is a good step toward changing your life.
It was a choice. Spend his last $30 on a handgun in the pawnshop window, or walk into a library to get warm? Og walked away from the pawnshop, and entered a library in Concord, New Hampshire, where he found W. Clement Stone’s classic, ‘Success Through a Positive Mental Attitude’, a book that changed Og for the better.
His Mother held his dream. She told him throughout his childhood, “You will become a famous writer.” It took years of rough travel down his path before writing, “The Greatest Salesman in the World.” Og struggled being a salesman, but believed in success, and shared his story to inspire others. He is proof of what you receive is what you believe, and speak.
Here are today’s seeds:
I will keep a smile on my face and in my heart even when it hurts today. I know that the world is a looking-glass and gives back to me the reflection of my own soul. Now I understand the secret of correcting the attitude of others and that is to correct my own.
It usually begins with the one in the mirror.
I will turn away from any temptation today that might cause me to break my word or lose my self-respect. I am positive that the only thing I possess more valuable than my life is my honor.
Don’t say it, if you cannot do it.
I will work this day with all my strength, content in the knowledge that life does not consist of wallowing in the past or peering anxiously at the future. It is appalling to contemplate the great number of painful steps by which one arrives at a truth so old, so obvious, and so frequently expressed. Whatever it offers, little or much, my life is now.
It took trial and error, but Og began making good choices.
Here is an insightful article about Og Mandino’s early years.
Parts of this Blog are taken from The Seeds of Success, by Og Mandino.
Where is your heart leading you? What is it saying?
In the post, To Be True, I painted a focal wall in my bedroom dark red. This past weekend it began bothering me. It felt as if it were yelling when I walked into the room.
I went to a hardware store that carries paint, and left with a sample of lavender. It was pretty, but after painting the wall, it was bright, and reminded me of a preschool nursery. Going back to the hardware store, I had a cornflower blue in mind, and left with a sample of that. It looked like Carolina Blue once applied, and was not the least amount soothing.
The 3 remaining walls of the bedroom are a pale yellow named Tea. I added some strokes of Tea to the blue and purple, and the photo below was the result. It was good for my soul to blend the 3 colors, on a wall, without any expectations. My heart said, “Leave it alone for a few days.”
Allowing myself to do this unleashed some creativity, and felt good. My daughter saw it, and gasped with excitement. It broke all the rules growing up, having to be careful around walls. I smiled at her, and encouraged her to do the same, but she’s creative in her own style with her room. She found her perfect color, so she’s creating a wall of photos.
The container the plant was in didn’t make my heart happy, so I chose one that did. That was good because it was sitting in way too much water. This plant was one of the first ones I bought, well actually the second of it’s kind, because I killed the first one.
This plant was bought before the Boston Ferns, and reflects how I felt at the time. It’s a very touchy plant. I haven’t pinpointed it’s exact need. It enjoys light, but not full on sun, and it likes to be sprayed with water, but not too much. We will see how long it lasts, because the plant doesn’t reflct any part of me anymore. After repotting the plant, I knew my color.