As I was driving onto base the other day, the chaplain's message on the church board said "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning to dance in the rain."
Sometimes that is so hard to do. Life starts to feel like one event after another - like of I can just make it through this life will slow down again. And yet somehow it never does. Something else inevitably comes along and messes things up. Life's routine is by it's very definition not routine at all. I find myself waking up in the morning and sitting with a hot mug of tea and reminding myself to face each day with a positive attitude. Life could be SOOO much worse.
And, I have a beautiful home with three loving and healthy children, plenty to eat, and nice clothes to wear. I really have nothing worthy of complaint in my life, and yet I still do. I know that happiness is a decision you make. Just lately for some reason it seems harder to put that into practice. I need to make it my daily mantra and tattoo it on the back of my hand so I don't forget it!
It is now after midnight, and I'm sitting here babbling, so I'm off to bed. So that I can face Monday with a good attitude. OK, well, being realistic, I'll settle for just not a completely piss-poor one! Night!
Sunday, October 26, 2008
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Quote for the Day
"Tenderness and kindness are not signs of weakness and despair but manifestations of strength and resolution."
Kahlil Gibran
Kahlil Gibran
Getting Old...
Well, I obviously haven't been on here in awhile. I really don't have much excuse either except that life has taken over once again, and me-time has been pushed to the back burner. I am totally feeling it now, because my brain feels ready to explode from too much pent up, well, everything!
So, it has been a crazy month here. My daughter turned 9, and for one of her presents I finally agreed to let her pierce her ears. Up until now, when I asked her why she wanted them pierced, she would always answer because the others girls have theirs pierced. I thought that was kind of a stupid reason, so I told her no. After all, if she caves in to peer pressure now, what's going to happen later when something much bigger (i.e. drugs or sex) are on the line. So, when she said because she thought it looks pretty and that she was finally old enough, I had to agree. So, I took her the other day, and she was SO excited! She does look really cute, and I keep catching her looking at herself in the mirror. My issue is only that this was on my list of rites of passage as you get older...
To make me feel even older (as if that was not enough), my son just turned 11. Yup, 11! Most days I still feel too young to have an 11 year old. But, I digress. We were out shopping the other day, picking up Halloween Costumes, and he said he didn't want one. He said he was too old to get dressed up and go Trick or Treating! Too old! What does that make me? Ancient? You know, I am not much of a Halloween girl myself, but I found myself standing in the middle of Target almost pleading with him for just one more year. He just said no thanks...
So, here I sit, late at night, unable to sleep as my husband has stinky duty and is getting ready to deploy yet again, feeling a little old and quite frankly sorry for myself. So, I think I shall go make a cup of tea, take a nice hot bath, and melt my troubles away.
So, it has been a crazy month here. My daughter turned 9, and for one of her presents I finally agreed to let her pierce her ears. Up until now, when I asked her why she wanted them pierced, she would always answer because the others girls have theirs pierced. I thought that was kind of a stupid reason, so I told her no. After all, if she caves in to peer pressure now, what's going to happen later when something much bigger (i.e. drugs or sex) are on the line. So, when she said because she thought it looks pretty and that she was finally old enough, I had to agree. So, I took her the other day, and she was SO excited! She does look really cute, and I keep catching her looking at herself in the mirror. My issue is only that this was on my list of rites of passage as you get older...
To make me feel even older (as if that was not enough), my son just turned 11. Yup, 11! Most days I still feel too young to have an 11 year old. But, I digress. We were out shopping the other day, picking up Halloween Costumes, and he said he didn't want one. He said he was too old to get dressed up and go Trick or Treating! Too old! What does that make me? Ancient? You know, I am not much of a Halloween girl myself, but I found myself standing in the middle of Target almost pleading with him for just one more year. He just said no thanks...
So, here I sit, late at night, unable to sleep as my husband has stinky duty and is getting ready to deploy yet again, feeling a little old and quite frankly sorry for myself. So, I think I shall go make a cup of tea, take a nice hot bath, and melt my troubles away.
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