Lord. Some weeks, I think the only thing that gets me through, is the fact that I get to work from home occasionally.
I work in an area of the building where there is no way to see outside. No natural light. If it is a snowstorm or sun-shiny day, I will not know the difference. This goes against everything that is me. If I could work in the open air everyday and still make a living, I would be doing it.
So when I am working remotely, I’ll find some way to feel that breeze on my skin. Only 15 to 20 years to retirement yall! I need something to get me through these weeks.
P.S. . . . and the Budster loves to have me home too so he can lay in the sun.
The joy in these faces makes me smile. Good ole Chuck E. Cheese is still making kids birthdays happy.
I love being Grandma and getting to experience happy times with my tribe’s littles.
How do you define happiness? I was catching up with an old friend and I was explaining how my life isn’t exciting, but I’m very happy.
I don’t go out. I don’t get to travel anymore. Shopping sprees and friend outings aren’t in my life. But, I’ve found contentment. I’m realizing that contentment, for me, is happiness.
Excitement is what a lot of people think happiness is. I sure did when I was younger and never stopped to think about it. It’s really just the opposite.
Yogis call it pratyahara. When a person meditates to the point they know the outer world feelings, senses, self-talk, anxiety, etc. is not who a person is, then our inner world can experience pratyahara — happiness from within.
Too deep for a Monday? OK. What do you call a guy lying on your doorstep?
You’re welcome. Have a great week!
Let me show you my latest major fail. I have a candy eating habit that is wrecking havoc on my health. (I am borderline diabetic.)
So, I see the picture of fresh dehydrated strawberries on Facebook and the claim that these taste BETTER than licorice. Better than licorice?? Not possible.
Three days later, I have a pint of strawberries on a pan per the instructions and four hours later this is what came out:
Yuck. I did not spend the time to peel these strawberries off of the parchment. And they weren’t even that dry.
The recipe said these could be stored for four to five weeks in an air-tight container. That would be so nice — if it worked.
Please tell me this happens to you too!