Nobody left from my parent’s generation for my niece and nephew.
Just me and my brother for our generation from our family.
I woke up today thinking of my niece and nephew. They may not have grandparents, but they have an Aunt Wendy.
I found some fun costumes for play on Amazon and sent them out.
My niece M modeling the chefs costume I sent out. She’s a very serious cook!
I saw this on Pinterest this morning and it hit home with me.
So much of my life decisions can be traced back to not so great experiences that I decided that I either didn’t want to repeat, or pass on.
My parenting style for example, while not perfect, was developed by not wanting to make the same mistakes that my parents made. I was really candid with my boys once they graduated from high school about my mistakes as I saw them, and asked them to forgive me and learn from them. It was really cool moment in our relationships.
My marriage has been specifically designed to keep at bay the mistakes my parents made. We are doing just fine making our own dumb mistakes.
I got into the mortgage business after I bought my first house, and knew that I could do 100% better job than the loan officer who did my loan. 26 years later, I’m still in the business, and I’m still getting better at it.
I think about how many times I’ve been in a situation, and I get a vision of how it could be improved, and what I would do differently.
Life is full of lessons and unaware teachers.
Let’s all be insanely interesting.
Good days, bad days, slow days, blurry days, hurry days, tomorrow is another day.
Hump days, bump days, look for the great thing that will happen.
Sometimes the greatest thing in a day is telling it goodnight.
I’m a child who grew up with some really inappropriate (by today’s standards)…..how do you even say it? My parents took me to really wild places when I was little.
In light of Hugh Hefner’s passing, I immediately thought about the trip my parents took me on when I was 8. We drove from Chicago, IL to Geneva, WI to visit the Playboy mansion. No, I’m not kidding, isn’t that hilarious? Am I a traumatized victim with odd sexual habits? No. So this isn’t a confession of some terrible childhood tragedy. This isn’t a testimonial of repression, oppression, or abuse. My dad read Playboy. He loves women. He loves me. I’m really OK with that.
I don’t know that I ever realized how beautiful the female form could be, until that trip. It created an awareness of how powerful a woman could be IF, she used her power correctly. There is a fine line between appreciation and objectification. I’m not for the objectification of women. I am all for the appreciation of the female form. But that is not what this post is about. This is about growing up in the 60’s and 70’s and laughing over my upbringing.
We swam in the very swanky Grotto pool. We toured the grounds with the Playboy Bunnies. They were really nice. We stayed in a room with a round bed, and satin everything. We had a blast at the Playboy Mansion.
Hugh Hefner, regardless of your opinion on him, lived life his way.
Vintage Playboy photos from Pinterest.
Cleaning house a little bit. Going through the drawers and closets, letting go……giving up on some of the old things.
Since Harvey, and Irma I’ve had a bit of an awakening. There is so much clutter that doesn’t matter.
I’ve cleaned out so much of what “no longer serves me”. That is a phrase that I’ve come to know in my yoga practice.
You have days when your strength, attitude, ability, and flow work. You exit the class better than you were when you went in. You have other days when you can’t keep your balance, your body rebels, and you wonder why nothing is working. It’s all ok. It’s important to let go of what isn’t working.
I sat and thought about this question.
It was a little difficult for me to wrap my mind around. I like to think that practicing the elimination of the word ‘fear’ or ‘afraid’ from my vocabulary, or thoughts would just make it go away. I’m definitely better at not using the words, but the feelings sometimes remain.
If I wasn’t ‘afraid’ or afraid of being foolish, I would spend more money, and travel more.
I would build the house on on the property we bought, instead of just planning and piddling on it.
What would you do?
Image credit. Pinterest
There are times when the Universe is so big.
Occhiolsm, what a great word.
Today, I’m grateful for this wide, wonderful, world and everything that surrounds it. I’m humbled and grateful to be here.