I haven't posted every day, like I had intended.
The weekend got lazy and by "the weekend" I mean I got lazy. We had a really slow, easy few days, and I kept my thinking and philosophizing to a minimum.
I haven't fallen down on my "no spend" September. I stayed out of stores, except for Publix. I grocery shopped, and that was it. I usually use things like cleansers, paper products, dog food, as excuses to go to Target to "save" money. I bought everything we needed at one place this week.
September is shaping up to be really busy, so that will help.
I spent some time getting organized in my craft corner this weekend, and that is also on my list of September "to dos". I sat down and made a pretty card for my Aunt Mary and enclosed some photos of the kids, including Piper and Evy. I know that will make her happy. Those are the mindful things I'm trying to accomplish, so far, so good.
I am moving onward from my lapse of Blogging, and rebooting my ambition.
I am looking ahead.
How is your September going?
xxoo C.
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
Saturday, September 3, 2016
Labor Day Weekend
So if you know me, you know how I spent my childhood teenage, and many of my adult years.
I spent them watching the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Telethon. I have NO shame.
I would spend the night with my cousins and we would attempt to stay awake all night. I had a mad crush on Brett Hudson, (Kate Hudson's defunct uncle) and he appeared in the seventies. There were always appearances by the superstars, Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr. and of course, Jerry himself. There was a surprise when Dean Martin surprised Jerry after many years of being estranged, and Maureen McGovern would always sing, and she is a really good singer.
It was a tradition.
When Zachary was young, I turned him on, and we would hang all night...in a pile on the floor, with Telethon Snacks. I didn't care one bit if it was the snacks or the Telethon that we were both looking forward to.
Regan & Lucas caught on...they didn't really ever hang, but Lucas would try. Rosey really never got a chance.
I miss the Telethon. I miss that super fun memory that was so silly. I always pledged. I always counted my blessings.
Today I wanted to spend a minute remembering that time, that "thing" that was "my thing".
I remember one particular Labor Day weekend when Zachary had moved to NY for Acting School.
He flew in to meet us in Charleston and we rented a condo at the Wild Dunes. The condo was really good, and it had a great screened in room with a big t.v. Zachary indulged me and we piled up cushions and pillows and we hung out on that porch. We didn't stay awake, we probably didn't try.
I don't think that was the year Elton John opened with "I'm Still Standing" (poor choice, considering...well everything) but it was the last time I remember being with Zachary in the Telethon Bubble we would create.
MDA had a falling out with Jerry Lewis, so that isn't a thing anymore.
I miss it.
I miss a lot of things.
I miss being able to stay up all night with people I love, cuddled up in sleeping bags, eating snacks and waiting for the acts to get better.
It is okay to miss things, it means they were special.
I spent them watching the Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy Telethon. I have NO shame.
I would spend the night with my cousins and we would attempt to stay awake all night. I had a mad crush on Brett Hudson, (Kate Hudson's defunct uncle) and he appeared in the seventies. There were always appearances by the superstars, Sinatra, Sammy Davis Jr. and of course, Jerry himself. There was a surprise when Dean Martin surprised Jerry after many years of being estranged, and Maureen McGovern would always sing, and she is a really good singer.
It was a tradition.
When Zachary was young, I turned him on, and we would hang all night...in a pile on the floor, with Telethon Snacks. I didn't care one bit if it was the snacks or the Telethon that we were both looking forward to.
Regan & Lucas caught on...they didn't really ever hang, but Lucas would try. Rosey really never got a chance.
I miss the Telethon. I miss that super fun memory that was so silly. I always pledged. I always counted my blessings.
Today I wanted to spend a minute remembering that time, that "thing" that was "my thing".
I remember one particular Labor Day weekend when Zachary had moved to NY for Acting School.
He flew in to meet us in Charleston and we rented a condo at the Wild Dunes. The condo was really good, and it had a great screened in room with a big t.v. Zachary indulged me and we piled up cushions and pillows and we hung out on that porch. We didn't stay awake, we probably didn't try.
I don't think that was the year Elton John opened with "I'm Still Standing" (poor choice, considering...well everything) but it was the last time I remember being with Zachary in the Telethon Bubble we would create.
MDA had a falling out with Jerry Lewis, so that isn't a thing anymore.
I miss it.
I miss a lot of things.
I miss being able to stay up all night with people I love, cuddled up in sleeping bags, eating snacks and waiting for the acts to get better.
It is okay to miss things, it means they were special.
Friday, September 2, 2016
Day two
I'm planning to get more creative.
I have some topics I've written down to Blog about, so I'll start sifting through them.
Tonight, it is Friday of a three day weekend and I am going to just wax poetic about the need for a break at the end of Summer.
I love Summer. This happened to be the hottest on record, and I have a new job that required me to be outside for at least 15 or my 40 hours per week. I was hired as Manager of Special Events for the City, knowing what would be expected. I LOVE my job.
The thing that surprises me about my time in "hell" which in this case means most of my events were conducted in above 95 degree temperatures, is that I like to be outside much more than I ever thought.
I have never been the "outdoorsy" type. Spending time outside became something I looked forward to each week.
I am very happy that I am still able to learn new things about myself. I think this whole self awareness kick was triggered by learning that no one is really who you think they are and that applies to ourselves. I have learned so much about others in the past 10 years, I decided enough. It's time to learn about who this person is, daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, & grandmother...am I really who I think I am, or who I have been told I am, or who I want to be?
So even though Summer isn't really over, I say, "thank you". Thank you for showing me that if you love your job, you can be happy in the most uncomfortable circumstances. Summer makes me feel young, and my first summer as a Grambo didn't change that. I felt like I was up to the task, and that is important, as I age and know that while somethings are beyond my grasp, somethings are not.
I'm going to savor this three day weekend and think of some interesting topics to cover.
I'll be here tomorrow. I hope you will too.
xxoo C.
I have some topics I've written down to Blog about, so I'll start sifting through them.
Tonight, it is Friday of a three day weekend and I am going to just wax poetic about the need for a break at the end of Summer.
I love Summer. This happened to be the hottest on record, and I have a new job that required me to be outside for at least 15 or my 40 hours per week. I was hired as Manager of Special Events for the City, knowing what would be expected. I LOVE my job.
The thing that surprises me about my time in "hell" which in this case means most of my events were conducted in above 95 degree temperatures, is that I like to be outside much more than I ever thought.
I have never been the "outdoorsy" type. Spending time outside became something I looked forward to each week.
I am very happy that I am still able to learn new things about myself. I think this whole self awareness kick was triggered by learning that no one is really who you think they are and that applies to ourselves. I have learned so much about others in the past 10 years, I decided enough. It's time to learn about who this person is, daughter, sister, friend, wife, mother, & grandmother...am I really who I think I am, or who I have been told I am, or who I want to be?
So even though Summer isn't really over, I say, "thank you". Thank you for showing me that if you love your job, you can be happy in the most uncomfortable circumstances. Summer makes me feel young, and my first summer as a Grambo didn't change that. I felt like I was up to the task, and that is important, as I age and know that while somethings are beyond my grasp, somethings are not.
I'm going to savor this three day weekend and think of some interesting topics to cover.
I'll be here tomorrow. I hope you will too.
xxoo C.
Thursday, September 1, 2016
September has her challenges
September. It has always been a tough month for me.
I don't know why.
Yes I do.
This year I decided to change it up. I want to set some goals and achieve them, so next year, I'll look back at September and think, "wow, last September was so busy, I stayed off memory lane".
September got better 12 years ago, when Rosey was born, but as is common in my life, the joke is that she was born on the very last day of the month, so as not to disturb my melancholy.
This year, I'm going to make September my bitch.
I have already committed to a meditation practice, and it is helping with self awareness.
That has lead to a personal challenge of "no spend" September. I have set a goal to not spend any money on things that are not necessary. When I say that, it doesn't apply to groceries, restaurant meals, etc. It applies to things that I buy on impulse. Clearance Items at Target, "cute" things at T.J. Maxx, Michael's, my true obsession.., my haunts. During my meditation practice, my thoughts wander to stress about "things.". I have too many. I have always surrounded myself with stuff, and attached value to it. I am determined to stop that and leave space for what is important. This is a huge step for me.
My other commitment is to be here, on the Blog every day. EVERY DAY. HERE.
Thinking thoughts out loud and sharing.
It is time for September to be recognized for her beauty and this year, I will reconcile with her.
She is forgiven. I assign her the role of transition month, no longer will she be filled with that kind of ache that can't be cured, or plagued by memories of things that sharply remind me of people and things that were left behind during her darker days. I will treat myself gently and take moments to say some sacred goodbyes, while I think out loud here. Forgive me if I repeat myself. It will be for my own good.
I don't know why.
Yes I do.
This year I decided to change it up. I want to set some goals and achieve them, so next year, I'll look back at September and think, "wow, last September was so busy, I stayed off memory lane".
September got better 12 years ago, when Rosey was born, but as is common in my life, the joke is that she was born on the very last day of the month, so as not to disturb my melancholy.
This year, I'm going to make September my bitch.
I have already committed to a meditation practice, and it is helping with self awareness.
That has lead to a personal challenge of "no spend" September. I have set a goal to not spend any money on things that are not necessary. When I say that, it doesn't apply to groceries, restaurant meals, etc. It applies to things that I buy on impulse. Clearance Items at Target, "cute" things at T.J. Maxx, Michael's, my true obsession.., my haunts. During my meditation practice, my thoughts wander to stress about "things.". I have too many. I have always surrounded myself with stuff, and attached value to it. I am determined to stop that and leave space for what is important. This is a huge step for me.
My other commitment is to be here, on the Blog every day. EVERY DAY. HERE.
Thinking thoughts out loud and sharing.
It is time for September to be recognized for her beauty and this year, I will reconcile with her.
She is forgiven. I assign her the role of transition month, no longer will she be filled with that kind of ache that can't be cured, or plagued by memories of things that sharply remind me of people and things that were left behind during her darker days. I will treat myself gently and take moments to say some sacred goodbyes, while I think out loud here. Forgive me if I repeat myself. It will be for my own good.
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