Hello Hello + happiest Monday . I cannot help but be a little astonished that our last weekend in the month of September is now gone . Really ? I just moved my Vintage Barbie calendar to September from J U L Y today :( Whew . They say the older you get , the faster time goes by + I think I 'm finding that whoever that " t h e y " may be that originally coined that phrase , they were exactly right . Just this weekend , I was cleaning out the garage in attempts to create some sort of lounge / mancave there for my boy to retreat to from our home ' s unmanly charm . . . and I happened upon a big box full of letters + memories + photos + all of those things that make you forget the next four hours while you are lost in a whole world of history gone by . I found things from all of the places I have been + people I have known + good old high school prom + summer camp + an entire envelope of letters from my boy . And for the next few seconds . minutes . hours . I sat there . All alone . In the chaos of our garage + the many possessions we hardly need in any way . . . And I read + laughed + teared up + had butterflies + squealed + gushed + laughed more . And it was the perfect way to spend my day . Everything else happening around me , but me , just lost in my little moment + the sweet words that led to where I am now .
I think I need to make moments like that a bit more often . Wouldn ' t you say ? Well , well . The funny part is that this reminds me of this book I found awhile back , which had been on the shelf in our living room until a few weeks ago . I had been through one of those days that you just wish would have been over by the time you stepped out of the door in the morning . But , oh n o o o , it just drags on + all of those crazy little things happen to make your head spin + your hair stand up . One of those days . And I came home + I probably cried + whined for a minute or two + my boy suggested I just go take a bubble bath . And my shoulders were aching + I begged a little for a massage + soon enough , set up for me , was a bubble bath with candles glowing + a little end table by the tub with tea + this very book . Now , at first , I have to say I was a little offended that apparently my husband thought I was a basketcase enough to personally bring me a book instructing me to M A NA G E M Y S EL F . { I later found out he glanced @ the book , thought it said " Massaging Yourself " + figured it was the perfect way for me to deal with my sore shoulders myself . H A }
Little did I know as I sat down in the bathtub that this little book from 1 9 4 5 would be the perfect peptalk for a girl like me . Makes me laugh . All of the matter.of.fact 1 9 4 5 illustrations + references + stories . Love them + I wanted to share a few little snippets with you now . So we can all M AN A G E O U R SE L V E S together . Fair ?
With that , welcome to :
A little condensed version of how I will eventually truly be managed .
Passion . Passion . Passion . I want a bit more of that in my life , please .
Cannot write a book without a classic football metaphor . And as much
as I hate the sport of football , who can argue with this remarkable team ?
And there you have it , some management + thoughts to ponder this week . I love that I am completely at that quarter.life checkpoint where I am simply bound + determined to get things together . Not perfect . Just together . You know . . . learn that guitar I want so badly to play . Speak that language I want to badly to speak . Start making the habits I want to keep + start being the person I want to be . Start chipping away at the little dreams I have for my life . After , of course , I finish dreaming some of them :) So , this is my start . Funny . More managing next Monday :) X O XO .