– Edmund Burke
I feel it is a great accomplishment when lots of little things add up to a bigger thing.
For instance, reading the second installation of the Hunger Games…a few pages at a time. My commute to and from work every day allows me a total of about 30 minutes of reading per day.
Silly me, I thought that wouldn’t really get me anywhere in my book. It sure doesn’t sound significant. Ha! Funny how wrong I was. Reading a few pages every day feels pretty unproductive, but it gets you somewhere.
So that makes me think….what else could I accomplish if I did it in the tiniest, manageable increments?
Expanding my cooking repertoire. There’s something.
Throwing one semi-difficult or new thing into the cooking week is doable. And not even overwhelming.
Taking more pictures. And editing them. One at a time.
Because I enjoy all of these things. And who needs unrealistic goals? They are…unrealistic.
So in summary: I am nearing the end of Catching Fire. I cooked salmon in the oven for the first time last week and wondered why I had never done it before. And I have been enjoying my new iphone4 and its camera abilities to the fullest extent. Which is why I take pictures of everything now. Including Catching Fire. Baby steps. Is that how you live life? Am I just really new to the club?
Mondays are supposed to be inspiring, according to my post last Monday. But this Monday, husband is sick. His being sick (all weekend as well, I might add), means I stay home and take care of him because he might die without me.
Since work stole me all weekend for a staff retreat, I am more than happy to make up for some of that time, spending it next to my (so far) sleeping husband.
I have plans of cleaning house and writing thank you cards that never end (I am not ungrateful), so that is inspiring, right?
1) I don’t think guys know the difference between happiness and
attractiveness. Not to point out the obvious but, that is to our
2) Being truly in love is really being truly willing. Willing to be
loving, even when you feel like crap.
3) Guys don’t notice your physical flaws. This is strictly a burden we
inflict upon ourselves.
4) When in doubt, get a good night’s sleep.
5) If my single life and my married life were in a race together, married life would win. Every time.
6) Sometimes after a long day at work when your eye lids need crutches, “take out” can be the most beautiful words in the world. Embrace it.
“Blessed is the man, who having nothing to say, abstains from giving wordy evidence of the fact.”
– George Eliot
Amen, George. Thank you, George. (Or, Mary Anne, rather)
Is it just me, or are Mondays really not that bad? Yeah, they have a terrible reputation for ruining weekends, but I have never understood the Monday blues that people speak of.
Tuesdays, however, are a different story. UGH. Tuesdays are my Mondays. They drag on. They creep by. They never end. They remind you that you are not as productive as Monday would have you to believe.
Monday is the day to feel inspired about all that you can accomplish during the week. It is a fresh start. As my favorite heroine from my favorite book says, “Tomorrow is always fresh with no mistakes in it.” That is how I feel on Mondays about the entire week.
Tuesday ruins that, yes.
But Wednesdays are somewhat redeeming.
Thursday, it’s practically the weekend.
And this is starting to sound like a Rebecca Black song. That probably means it is a good place to stop, and leave you with a final photo to inspire on this Monday morning. We are going on a picnic by the Eiffel Tower and we just picked these things up at a little market. We don’t have to work today or anything. We just get to relax and think about how awesome life is. Maybe a thought-provoking book is lying next to us. We have all day. Isn’t that great?