Whatcha lookin at?

I caught myself looking back a little too often, and realized how sad it made me.

It’s ok to be nostalgic, but walk away with appreciation, not sadness.

I have so much to be grateful for, and no amount of looking will ever turn back time.

The future is bright, and my focus and attitude will determine how great my future will be.

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So cheers to looking ahead. I’m so grateful today for my health, my family, and my home.

I get to go Zumba with weights today. An hour to turn on the inner goddess, and shake my backside like I’m 25 again, laugh with some great friends, and just be a girly girl.

And of course a special nod to a friend who helped me feel empowered, sexy, strong, and fierce. Thanks Rob.

Not all is always well, but all is good.

I’m not trying to make sense, as I’m still trying to understand.

My husband and I have been together since late 1991. We know each other well, which makes our current situation odd.

We rarely fight each other. If we are fighting it is on the same side against others.

When we fight each other….

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When we fight each other, the earth quakes, as we rain down wrath that makes nature back up in awe. He might be a foot taller than me and 100 pounds heavier, but I’ve never backed down from him, nor will I.

What was odd about our recent altercation was his immediate humility, apology, and my immediate forgiveness, absolution, and appreciation.

I was hurt. His recent neglect, and lack of interest had culminated in an obvious display that I couldn’t tolerate. I put my foot down. He turned a paler shade or white…..apologized verbally, demonstrated the apology, and all was right….immediately. The moment he recognized the issue, and apologized the atmosphere completely changed and I was once again awed by the power of making peace.

All ego was cast aside, and I was the one humbled and moved by the power he held in his apology. It was a valiant and honorable demonstration of his love for me. But all the power remained with him.

It was amazing. But of course he had the power, because I was the one hurt, and only he could fix it. When he offered the remedy and I accepted I was putty in his hands.

It was an amazing and profound reminder of the power that humility holds, and the cementing effects of an apology on a relationship.

Never be afraid to apologize to those who really love you.

It was a profound lesson for me.

“There is always hope and power to those who can love, and apologize.” Quote being my own.

Footwear

Feet are important. My feet have gone through some big changes since my Achilles reconstruction a few years ago. My left foot as never been the same. Heels are difficult, but I continue to try. Still, I find comfort in my Danskos.

Jumping into weekend chores I vacuumed, mopped, dusted, laundried, and then the doorbell rang. Delivery for me. A new pair of shoes.

I’m grateful today for colorful shoes to make walking easy, standing confident, and I get to have a little fun on the way.

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

Hello Friday

This week went fast for me.

A little busy

A little busier

And poof the week is gone.

Still, I’m so grateful for my friends, my job, and a great community of gals at the yoga studio.

What good things happened for you this week?

Beautiful

I don’t know why I’ve started using this word as my “catch-phrase-descriptive”, but I have.

Just got back from Vegas. It was a business conference. Walking through the casino to the convention center wearing my convention badge, I felt like a cliche. Don’t all the bad jokes have something to do with Las Vegas and Conventions?

Is Las Vegas Beautiful? Not really, but some situations were truly lovely.

I got to spend time with some gal pals, I had one spectacular meal, and a truly spectacular beverage. To clarify, a Beautiful adult beverage.

My boss and I decided to head out to the Las Vegas strip in search of Giada DeLaurentis’ restaurant. We found it. I even snagged reservations on the go, so we would be assured of a seat at the table.

Usually at a convention, we are entertaining clients. This time, my boss Regina and I just headed out on our own, and ended up having a fabulous table at a Beautiful restaurant with a stunning meal.

We laughed, enjoyed a view of the Water Dancing at the Bellagio, and had cocktails while we listened to the sound of the Strip below us.

I had never had a Vodka Gimlet before. I’m not much for hard liquor. But if I do have one it is generally a white liquor, vodka or tequila. A Gimlet sounded quite 1940’s, old fashion, and maybe a bit too sweet to manage.

So I asked the Bartender (who was truly Beautiful) what it was like and he persuaded me with a fabulous smile that if I enjoyed lime and basil, I’d love it.

Boy oh boy was he right. It’s truly the first adult beverage, including wine, that I can absolutely say was a beautiful experience. Balanced, not sweet, a lovely fresh finish, and not too strong.

What an amazing night of great conversation, fun beverages, spectacular views, and luscious…perfectly prepared food. I have a whole 9 page soliloquy on the braised short ribs with tangerine on pappardelle pasta. Pasta was made fresh that afternoon. The antipasti had bacon wrapped dates with goat cheese that were the most decadent thing I have ever put in my mouth. I digress, well my mouth is watering in memory. I might need a moment alone.

So before anyone loses their teeth over the price of my cocktail, shut it! I would have gladly paid more for this beautifully prepared concoction in this beautifully appointed place that created this beautiful memory.

There is something about sharing a beautiful meal, in a lovely setting, when everyone is relaxed and at peace that makes an evening Beautiful.

What moments do you recognize as beautiful?

Courthouses, History, Celebrity, and Texas Charm

Texas has some cool architecture. Many of these beautiful courthouses were built by the German and Czech immigrants that came for the Land grants given by the Republic of Texas to attract new citizenry for the newly formed Country between 1836-1856.

This is the courthouse in Glen Rose, Texas. There is a rumor that John Wilkes Booth escaped from Washington, DC after he assassinated President Abraham Lincoln. He was secreted to Texas by confederate sympathizers and became John St. Helen and lived in Glen Rose right behind this courthouse, and in near by Granbury, TX. On his death bed John St. Helen confessed to being Booth, and gave his confessor directions to the hiding place of the weapon he used to kill Lincoln.

The odd connection I have with John Wilkes Booth is through my ex-husband whose grandmother was one of Booth’s nieces. So technically, my oldest son is loosely related to the Assassin through his great grandmother.

This is the Courthouse in the happening burg of Granbury, TX. Granbury was where the widow of Davey Crockett ended up. The Republic of Texas awarded Elizabeth Patton Crockett and her son Robert Crockett a substantial land grant for Crockett’s participation in the battle at the Alamo. It’s one of the towns still left with Confederate statues for the founder of Granbury a Confederate Brigadier General Hiram Granbury.

This is a part of Texas that is so beautiful. Rolling hills, cedar and oak, vineyards, cattle, and of course these little towns that hold history and charm that is uniquely Texas.

Good for your soul

Happy Wednesday!

March is dwindling fast.

2018 is 1/4 gone already.

Spring is springing in most places.

Before the week is done, do something that makes your soul happy. Do something good for you.

For some of us, this means being quiet.

For some of us this means getting away.

For others it means doing something for someone else.

Whatever feeds your soul, and is good for you take a little time and do that.

What feeds your soul?

The anniversary.

24 Roses for 24 years. Such a simple and sweet gesture.

I’ve always appreciated my husband’s sincerity, generosity, and kindness. He knows that it has always been the little things that have made the biggest difference over the years. I am a very blessed woman to have a man like him.

24 years, pretty cool huh?

Sundays

Sunday’s are mostly the best day of the week for me.

Working through the weekdays, chores and shopping on Saturday, with some exercise thrown in, then Sunday.

Sunday used to be very busy too especially when I was volunteering at church, I’d be there all day.

Now Sunday is rest, reflection, and maybe some time with friends. A little cooking if I have to get the meal planning started for the boys.

My favorite Sunday is to enjoy my clean home, curl up with a book and the dogs, maybe watch a movie.

I’m so grateful for the time to just be still.

Image found on Pinterest. There is an image credit there, but I can’t read it through the lace.