Breathing

It’s hard to breathe in a storm.

Professionally, personally, there is so much going on.

It seems like everything has hit at one time.

Parents, children, nephews, clients, co-workers, in-laws, friends….

I’m strapped in for the storm.

But I am breathing.

Tomorrow is another day, right?

Flat

There are times when I put myself out there, then I regret the emotional robbing, when I realize I should have held myself back.

There are vampires out there that are generational. They’ve counted on their heritages then mock you when you consider yourself their equals.

They are empty sacks, and unworthy.

When will I ever learn?

Counting the Wins

We are halfway through the year.

It’s gone by so fast.

It’s been a year of loss, accidents, unfortunate incidents, stress, and disappointment.

It’s been a year of travel, wonderful places to visit, reacquainting with cousins and old friends, new photo challenges, Graduations, and new clients.

My family has been hit with some challenges recently that I can’t go into right now, as we won’t know for sure what we are dealing with until next week.

So I’m focusing on how to bring the family together, and the way I know I can do that is by cooking.

Cooking is something I turn to, that very rarely lets me, or anyone else down. We can relax around table, talk, plan, strategize, and pray.

I need something to focus, and keep my fingers busy. These are some of the dinner wins for this year. I just have to decide which will be perfect for our family get together.

Which one do you think would work?

Maybe some Beef Wellington. My family likes beef, and this is just fancy enough and filling enough to make everyone slow down and enjoy the meal. It’s a little complicated, but that’s a good thing for focus.

Speaking of beef, I could put together the King of Beef Entrees, Prime Rib. The family loves Prime Rib, and there will be plenty to send home with the nephews. But I did make it at Christmas….time has gone by. It could be time for the Prime again.

Or, we could do Ham. Everyone loves ham with potatoes, roasted carrots and onions. Ham is easy to send home too.

Maybe some Lamb? Lamb isn’t for everyone, but it’s easy to eat with the fingers, if we decide to stand around and snack. I could do a Tapas sort of thing, and there won’t be any pressure.

Some Salmon? Something low carb, good fat, and super tasty. It’s also a one pan meal and the lemon garlic broccoli is amazing.

The low carb-one pan options continue. This one wins every time. Filet and asparagus, easy, elegant, and not a lot to fuss over with the clean up.

Practicing Gratitude

It’s been a series of ups and downs.

Interruptions come from out of the blue.

Happiness and energy turn into

Cranky-tired and dragging.

So I focus on my breathing,

I pull out my Gratitude journal

And add a few more things to be grateful for.

Sometimes you have to be grateful on purpose.

Well, I’ve never seen this before

A “good used set”. Does that mean they were used well, or are in good condition?

I love that the buyer gets to “pay for installation”!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Excuse me Doctor, I bought these online, and would like to have them installed?

I’m rolling!!

Self acceptance. Did I miss the boat?

From Brene Brown via Pinterest and Brainy Quote.

I struggle with all the self care, self acceptance, and self love hoopla.

Maybe it was the way that I was brought up.

I never saw all the holes in my boat, until I started looking deeper into this subject.

Belonging is something that I cultivate within my family, and my gal pals, and my group at the yoga studio. I’ve been very welcomed at my job, but I hold myself a bit apart. It begs the question: what haven’t I accepted in myself?

There is still a part of me that expects rejection. I expect people not to show up, to cancel, beg off, make excuses. It’s a big part of my job. I support clients at their convenience, not mine. I support the firm. Their schedule is above mine.

It might just be easier to believe people won’t show up, cancel, or reject me so that I won’t be too disappointed when it happens? The search for why is ongoing.

Why do I still believe that I’m not enough? Can that ever change?