Taking care of your own heart.
It’s something nobody else can do for you. It’s yours, and can only be cared for by you.
It’s trying to get your attention. What it wants, and what you need, are one in the same.
You just may not realize it yet.
My heart is saying it’s time for rest.
A fresh start with a rested heart.
I was looking at files saved to the desktop of my laptop and thinking, “It really shows who you are.”
A man I work with asked me to help him test some software. He needed to assist a client remotely, so I let him access my computer. When he was done clicking around, he backed out of the program and could see my desktop.
There was a long pause.
Like, “Barb? What is all of that?”
Memes and pictures for Blogs.
Pretty pictures and inspirational quotes. I would imagine his desktop looked different than mine. He’s a business man, so there’s probably a lot of Excel spreadsheets. When he asked me to open a program like Excel, I had to search my computer to find it. 🙂
Here’s one saved on January 1st.
Someone asked me, “What are you passionate about?” I responded, “Anything I choose to do will be fueled by passion.”
Otherwise, I have to make myself do it, but sometimes that’s good. It gets me out of my comfort zone and I find a new passion.
I will file the memes into their designated folder, but that will just open up space for more. I’ve never had too many memes.
In a line up of opened laptops, could you pick out the one that belongs to you?
What’s on your desktop?
Thank you for requesting a handwritten note. (You know who you are) They’ve all been mailed.
I don’t know one of the people very well that requested a note, so I just sat down and shared my morning. Each word written was like she was sitting at the table with me. I hope she can sense it as she reads it.
Or, she’ll think it’s quite odd. 🙂
Either way, I feel quite accomplished with making the offer and following through in a timely manner. A good part of life entails doing your part and watching where that leads.
I received a handwritten note from my friend Paula. Just like her, it’s beautiful inside and out.
Yesterday, I found a card from a friend written a couple of years ago. I’d forgotten how close we once were and reached out to her on Facebook to reconnect. She responded to my message and it was clear, we’re still traveling different paths.
There’s nothing wrong with that. She’s going her way and I’m going mine, but there was no connection. This is the year for community. WordPress is the only online community I’m active in at the moment. The rest is all real.
A simple question we’re often asked is, “How are you?” How do you respond? Your response determine’s how you feel. Rise above the feeling of ‘okay’, to good. If you feel ‘good’, say, ‘great’ and on up. Be better than good.
An excellent read by Cristian Mahai, When Okay Is Not Enough.
Two days ago, I posted this meme on Letitgocoach Facebook page. I thought it’s sweet, but didn’t realize the impact it would have. People are drinking it up like water.
I was thinking, to find our true selves, it really is in the unbecoming. To peel off the layers of what has adhered to us. What this world has told us we should be and how we should act.
Who I am in private, when nobody’s watching, is who I truly am.
Do I like her? I love her.
Do other people like me? Some do, but I’ve been single since March and I see myself embracing the New Year single. I’m on that part of the journey to walk alone, but I don’t feel alone. My higher power is leading the way. Whenever I have moments of loneliness, someone reaches out, and that moment fills with love.
I’m grateful to this community.
You reassure me I am loved. When I hear notifications from the WordPress app coming in on my phone, it sounds like love. WordPress is the only app I have set to receive notifications, so I know it’s you!
Thank you for being here. You are loved.
Sitting here this morning, I’m rethinking the timing of my last post. I thought it would be more efficient to write the post before bed and schedule it to post after midnight. Writing is not about efficiency for me.
Posting everyday this month is challenging, but what I think is my biggest challenge. I gave myself this challenge as a little push before the New Year. Here’s something I know. If I don’t enjoy it or feel I’m not giving it my best, I won’t continue.
This is today and I’m in the moment.
That is when I enjoy writing the most.
Forgive me for reverting my earlier post to a draft. There’s more to be said about the day of the tattoo. I have yet to write about our matching tattoo’s and that happened in October.
That is the main thing I’ve learned this month. I’m an ‘in the moment’ writer and cannot schedule my postings. I was hoping to find a flow where I post the same time each day, but that hasn’t happened. Moments are not scheduled and that’s what I love to share. I’m sticking to once a day to keep us both, in the moment.
I want to listen for Him more.
He’s not loud, nor does He speak with a booming voice to try and rise above the noise. He doesn’t have to. For me, God whispers to my heart in the quiet and stillness.
It’s difficult to find quiet and stillness, but you can create it. There’s a lot to be heard in the quiet and you can see more clearly when everything is still. This meme aligns with this particular part of my journey.
Don’t miss Him in the quiet looking for Him in the loud. Hello Friday and November my lovelies.
This morning I changed my sheets.
As I unfolded them to put them on the bed, they smelled like perfume. It took me back to the moment I first purchased perfume wash.
I haven’t used those sheets since last summer, so I was delightfully surprised they still had that smell.
I haven’t bought Tyler wash in a while.
We started out by using it for sheets and towels only, but then we began using it for all of our clothing as well. It became expensive to use for every wash because the small bottle emptied quickly.
It was no longer special, or a moment.
I vowed to go to that little hardware store this week, and buy some perfumed wash. Our sheets will smell like mine do today. This time it will remain only for sheets because overuse steals the moment.
Tell me how you collect beautiful moments?
A change in perspective.
In any relationship you need to spend time together. Even if it’s sitting in the same room. Just be present with one another. Make the most of every moment.
When we first met, I didn’t like football.
Our second year, I had breast cancer.
By the third year, I realised football was not going away. It was a part of his life, and so was I. How to intertwine the two? Add a part of me to football.
Welcome to Romantic Football.
I light candles along the mantle, and in the room, but the mantle is always lit during football.
This past football season I’ve been present, and it’s been enjoyable. I actually like football now.
When we’re together, it’s romantic football.