Much love Beauties! xxx
She’s a Writer
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Feel the Music
Mr. Smith and I have different taste in music.
He doesn’t listen to ‘radio’ music. He will sit at his laptop for hours, headphones in place, and dig until he finds what feeds his soul. I believe music is like a therapy session for him, and I’m all for that. Smith knows the true meaning of “Feel the Music.”
I Tip My 40s to My Homies. — I have no idea what I’m doing
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 […]
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Share the Love
It’s been rainy all week in Texas. The timing was spot on to be awarded The Sunshine Blogger Award. ☀️
This award was given by Liz, at My Well-being and Learning Journey. Thank you darling for this gift.
Here are the rules:
- Thank the blogger who nominated you.
- Answer the questions asked.
- Nominate other bloggers and ask them questions.
- List the rules and include the Sunshine Blogger Award logo in your post.
Here are the questions asked by Liz.
- Are you a city, beach, or country girl? I’m a country girl at heart, but I think of the beach daily.
- If you could choose to live anywhere, where would it be and why? The beach. The sound of the ocean, feeling the breeze, and watching the waves are my Zen.
- Do you have tattoos? I do not, but want some.
- What are your favorite hobbies? Going to Farmer’s Markets and Antiquing.
- After a stressful day, what do you do, to help you relax at the end of the day? I try not to have stressful days, but at the end of the day I enjoy curling up with a good book and a cuppa! 🙂
- Are you a spring, summer, autumn, or winter person? I love all the seasons, but in Texas we go from Summer to two weeks of fall, to Winter with two weeks of Spring, and then Summer again, so I relish Fall and Spring.
- Sweet or savory? Cake with buttercream icing.
Here are my questions for the nominees:
What do you love most about writing?
Why do you write, or Blog on WordPress?
When do you struggle with writing a post?
Where do you see your writing this time next year?
And my nominees are:
Thank you Bloggers for sharing your love and light.
The Clean Spot
Recently, my daughter told me something that I could have taken the wrong way. She said something to the affect of, “I’m not sure you taught me good things growing up.” Here is her example.
While she was growing up, I didn’t want to get upset over a spill, or if she dropped something on the floor, and it made a mess. I enjoyed showing her the proper way to clean up the mess. Life can get messy, and it was my job to show her what to do if it did.
I’m her Mama, not her lifetime repair woman.
To make light of the situation, I would tell her, “After you clean up that mess, it will be the cleanest spot in the house!”, and that became our motto.
She was at a friends house helping them do laundry.
She spilled some laundry detergent on the carpet.
The detergent was blue, and the carpet was white.
She said as she was down on her hands and knees, scrubbing the carpet, she was shaking her head and laughing at my voice in her head! She said out loud, “This is going to be one heck of a clean spot!”
She had heard those words many times before.
We were newly on our own, and standing in the check out line of a grocery store. The check out line was always a stressful moment because she was hoping I had enough money to pay for the purchases. What she didn’t know was, I had already tallied them up in my head to avoid embarrassment.
She wanted to be helpful, and insisted on carrying the milk to the car. She looked so small, holding that gallon of milk. It was gathering condensation being out of the cooler, and was slippery. She was trying to hold onto it, but it didn’t take long for it to slip from her hands, and go crashing to the floor.
She was sure everyone in the store was looking.
The gallon of spilled milk looked more like a lake.
The cashier sympathized, and called for a clean up.
I placed my arm around my daughter’s shoulders and guided her mortified body to the exit saying, “That’s gonna be one heck of a clean spot.”
Just Breathe Beauties
Breathe in- Friday, Saturday and Sunday.
Breathe out-Monday through Thursday.
In Barbs World
I didn’t have any plans of becoming a Letting Go Coach. It was offered to me after going through the Letting Go lessons personally.
If it’s in front of me, I’m gonna walk through it.
I told myself, “There are enough coaches in the world”, and there are some really good ones. People who have a passion for it. I was grateful for receiving the certification, but it wasn’t a passion.
All I wanted to do at the time was write.
In the midst of creating this site, I was instructed by WordPress to choose a name. I had just completed my Letting Go Certification, so I wanted the name to reflect where I was. After trying numerous variations of the words ‘Letting Go’, Letitgocoach was the only name available for purchase.
Personally, I believe it’s because I smashed four words together to make the one word, and it had God’s blessing. I was ready to write as Letitgocoach.
This morning, I was playing around with this site, and decided to make a change. There haven’t been many changes made to it since the very beginning, so it was time to give it a more simplified look. This year alone there have been many changes in me, so the site should reflect more of who I am today.
After choosing a theme, I was prompted to give it a name.
I clicked a lowercase ‘L’, thinking it would remember Letitgocoach, but the computer thought my lowercase ‘l’, was an I, and auto-filled with Inbarbsworld. I haven’t seen that name in years.
It was my very first email address eons ago.
There are many stories behind Inbarbsworld, but most people refer to it in a teasing sort of way. One thing the storytellers have in common is they always say, “Everything is prettier Inbarbsworld.”
My name is Barb, and welcome to my world.
I’m happy you are here.
