Life lessons

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.

My inappropriate upbringing And the Playboy Mansion

What?

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.

Slow and comfy Sunday


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.

A thought

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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?

 

The Wide and Unmeasurable

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. 

A little sight seeing


Driving around Detroit, we found the Motown museum.

We saw a beautiful Church in Ohio.  Attending a wedding in an old church with no A/C on the first 90 degree day, it was a wee bit hot.  The Priest was really cute, he cut the service short stating the bride and groom would be just as married if he spoke for 20 minutes or 60.  I adore clergy with a sense of humor.  

We enjoyed a bit of Americana at the War Memorial in Findlay, OH.  I adore small towns with a sense of honor and history.


Lest We Forget.  Three haunting words in the midst of the flags, the names of the fallen who gave the ultimate sacrifice, and the tribute from their grateful neighbors and friends.

Finishing up the day with a local brew.  Some of the names made me smile.  I’m glad they make an IPA for a Rough Day.  But I went with the Fathead’s Sunshine Day Dream.
Have you seen anything good in this Lovely Month of June?

Cancelled plans on a Tuesday

Lunch meeting cancelled.

The silence is deafening.

Lot’s of invites out in the email, lot’s of messages in the voicemail.

Who will respond first?

Twiddling my thumbs….do people do that anymore, or is it just me?

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