"Mami, today I'm different"
That was the start of my day yesterday, as the mister man and I ate our breakfast and he looked up from his food to tell me...
Isn't it nice to know that we can, on any given day, change who we are? There's no changing the past of course, but with a little bit of effort we can choose not to allow it to dictate our future.
I'm challenging myself, this spring, to make active change a part of my daily routine...sounds counter-intuitive, doesn't it?!?
If insanity lies in making the same choices and expecting different results, then probably those things I want in life for myself and my son are not going to come our way unless we change. It's good to re-evaluate from time to time...and to acknowledge that maybe the dreams I had ten years ago, or five years ago, are not the dreams I have now.
So we'll walk on different routes...we'll go to different places...we'll try those things we haven't tried before.
16 March, 2008
...march comes in like a lion...
Goodness, I've neglected blogging lately...
I've been busy with work and mothering and all that falls in between...and honestly, every moment online has been used multitasking as is...so there really wasn't opportunity to sit down and type out my ramblings.
We're halfway into March already, and as of yesterday it does seem that spring is peeking around the corner. My wind chimes are melodious in the breezes...I can hear them through the open windows downstairs. And the twittering birds in the morning more than makes up for a bad night's sleep.
How funny that there are still a few deep drifts of snow piled up in the parking lot. We had, at the very beginning of March, a "level three snow emergency" snowstorm...over two days and two feet of snow. Truly, winter's last and most ferocious blast.
I think I've officially determined that I am a spring/fall person...I have no use for the extremes of summer and winter, but the tranformative months hold me fast.Every day the view changes, every morning brings something new to the table.
Of course March brings on the need for spring cleaning also. Which is why yesterday I spent a good hour raking and bagging all the leaves off the patio and damning the maintenance men who seem to blow them under the patio walls on purpose. The mister man was an active participant also, using his dumptruck and bucket method to move the leaves from one area to another.
We'll be busy later drawing flowers on the windows with Crayola Window FX markers...and hoping the real flowers poke up their heads soon.
I've been busy with work and mothering and all that falls in between...and honestly, every moment online has been used multitasking as is...so there really wasn't opportunity to sit down and type out my ramblings.
We're halfway into March already, and as of yesterday it does seem that spring is peeking around the corner. My wind chimes are melodious in the breezes...I can hear them through the open windows downstairs. And the twittering birds in the morning more than makes up for a bad night's sleep.
How funny that there are still a few deep drifts of snow piled up in the parking lot. We had, at the very beginning of March, a "level three snow emergency" snowstorm...over two days and two feet of snow. Truly, winter's last and most ferocious blast.
I think I've officially determined that I am a spring/fall person...I have no use for the extremes of summer and winter, but the tranformative months hold me fast.Every day the view changes, every morning brings something new to the table.
Of course March brings on the need for spring cleaning also. Which is why yesterday I spent a good hour raking and bagging all the leaves off the patio and damning the maintenance men who seem to blow them under the patio walls on purpose. The mister man was an active participant also, using his dumptruck and bucket method to move the leaves from one area to another.
We'll be busy later drawing flowers on the windows with Crayola Window FX markers...and hoping the real flowers poke up their heads soon.
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