I have yet to find anything more therapeutic than an evening with friends.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
This week, I spontaneously thought of Christ in the garden of Gethsemane. Lucky for me, Friday did not include a crucifixion.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I'm taking this brave enough to ask stuff seriously. I started writing out invitations last night. As in, "Dear (fill in the blank), you are cordially invited into my life."
Monday, July 26, 2010
My hotmail account is down. My hipstamatic app is running really slow. Kind of sums up how I feel: run dwn and slow. Time for a reboot.
Sunday, July 25, 2010
The idea of inviting certain experiences into our lives seems equally wonderful and impossible.
Can we really have what we want by asking for it? I’ve struggled with this question for a long time, and I don’t know the answer.
The skeptic in me, the one busy shooting down wild ideas because she is too afraid to push past her own boundaries, can think of dozens of examples where this doesn’t work.
But my dreamer self has collected too many stories to ignore in which asking and daring meant the difference between life as we know it and a brand new reality.
The problem is as soon as I think I might be brave enough to test this theory for myself, I chicken out.
This morning before church I could hear my heart wanting to invite certain things into our life. But the skeptic shut it down.
And off to church I went.
At church, the priest read the gospel about asking and receiving, knocking and doors being opened.
I don't believe in coincidences.
I'm not saying we'll get everything we want because we ask. Lots of people don't even get everything they need. But it seems there might be some lesson to learn from being brave enough to ask.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
I would love to know where you go (in the Bay Area) to get away from it all. I'm conducting serious research.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
When does busy become too busy?
I say when someone asks you in July when your next free weekend is and your answer is October.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Sunday, July 18, 2010
“I think we’ve been ransacked,” John said as we walked through the door.
“No. I’m pretty sure that’s how we left it,” I replied.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
The UP Experience from Brené Brown on Vimeo.
Honestly, I don't think I realized that the feeling Brené Brown describes has a name. I certainly wouldn't have called it Shame. I probably wouldn't have called it anything because, as she so wisely points out, these are the sorts of feelings we don't talk about. But maybe we should. John and I watched this video last night, and I've been thinking about it all day. If you take the time to watch it, I'd love to know what you think.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I’m working on crossing things off my calendar. Canceling as many responsibilities as possible. But as soon as I remove one thing, something new pops up. Then I remember life will give me an endless amount of distractions. The trick is learning to focus.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Yup. I’m pretty sure that game doesn’t work. In fact, that game might be the singular cause of adult acne and digestive disorders. Just an observation.
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Tuesday, July 6, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
I have no idea how many babies were born today. But one of those tiny miracles belongs to my dear friend. Which means there's a whole new reason to celebrate the Fourth of July.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
Thursday, July 1, 2010
3. Clear a path, and give or throw away anything in your way.
4. Be generous.
5. Be grateful.
6. Be silent.
7. Be brave.
8. Take action, big and small.
9. Start again when you fail and fall.
10. Do everything with enthusiasm.
Whatever you are dreaming of for the rest of 2010, don't forget to make it sweet.