Fortune Cookie # 3

The beginning of adulthood is put together, stylish and I-want-to-be-awesome. The end of adulthood is whatever, frumpy and I-don't -care.

Fortune Cookie #2

Complaining won't  make it better. I should know. I've tried  it enough  times.

Fortune Cookie #1

Life stinks. But it's  still  good  while  it stinks. Just plug your  nose and you'll be  fine .

Everyone's Day Should Be So Good

They say the key to success is to have realistic goals that can be met. I have lots of ambitions for today. Here are my goals:

1. Stay in bed so long I have a headache.

2. Stay in my pajamas long enough to embarrass myself, my kids or my husband. (Well, I've got to embarrass somebody!)

3. Eat something for breakfast that I'll regret the rest of the day.



4. Work on my book until I stop because everything I write stinks.

5. Forget to eat lunch.

6. Get super finicky and picky about the house in a controlling, unhealthy way.

7. Whine and complain every time the kids ask me to drive them somewhere.

8. Avoid cooking dinner. Fob it off on someone else.

9. Procrastinate the laundry another day. (Hey, I'm inspiring resourcefulness and creativity with this one! Figure out what to wear when all that is left is a green floral top and purple plaid shorts. Maybe a couple accessories can make that work?)

 10. Write a pointless and ridiculous blog post.

11.  Stay up too late reading a book so that I'm guaranteed to feel like death the next morning.

You know, if I can't get it all done today, there's always tomorrow!

Baby It's Cold Outside

I'm freezing.

Freezing.

As in, the frozen tundra of the arctic has nothing on me.

I'm wearing so many clothes I can't move.

I'm piled under so many blankets I can hardly breathe.

And I'm still freezing.

And yet....

I'm alive. I didn't sign up for a life of comfort. I'm here for the full experience. The good stuff. The bad stuff. And everything in between. I want it all. Before the 'here' of this life maybe I envied the ability to feel cold, to feel anything. Perhaps I should embrace the diversity of hot, warm, cold, comfort and discomfort.

I take a moment and notice things. The prickles of cold on the backs of my hands. The crisp air that moves in and out of my lungs. The goose bumps on my arms. It's sharp. It's harsh. It's life. Would I fully appreciate being toasty without it? Would I have run around in a warm, balmy climate and never realized the beauty of the thermal air that engulfed me? 

This is cold. I breathe it. I think of it. I embrace it. I fully experience it.

Okay. Enough of that. Let's move to Ecuador and never leave.