Tuesday, January 4, 2011
Monday, January 3, 2011
Last night, my husband was watching a show about Diane Sawyer while I was at work. He sent me a text message that said I was like her and should have been a reporter. It was sweet and made me smile that he could see me in that light. I don't really see many similarities, but when I graduated all I wanted to be was writer. I envisioned a career as a political reporter or a nature journalist, traveling to wherever the story took me. Sometimes life doesn't work out the way you plan. Sometimes I regret not following that path, but then I remember all the things I wouldn't have in my life if I had spent it jet-setting around the globe. Everything happens for a reason.
Sunday, January 2, 2011
I've mentioned my affinity for odd numbers before, so it's probably no surprise that I am hopeful about 2011. During 2010, I spent a lot of time reacting and worry to situations that I have little to no control over. This year is going to be the year of focusing on what I can control. I can do better things for my health. I can make changes to my job skills and my work status. I can put effort into getting my finances in order. I can clean up and clear out clutter to give us some breathing room. I can avoid toxic situations with grace and love. I've deliberately avoided "resolutions" because I am great at making lists and not so great at crossing them off. I am just going to make this year one that is dedicated to making things better and find a little peace and happiness. Small steps are the way to make it in the long run.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The basset hound came into our lives seven years ago - a cute puppy that captured my heart with an online picture. I had recently lost my rottie that was the great dog in so many ways. Let's just say the hound was different. The rottweiler was house trained in less than a week. The hound not so much. It's something we are still working on. The rottie could spend the day in the house and not touch a thing she wasn't supposed to; the hound leaves a path of destruction in her wake. The rottie loved to ride in the car while the hound is confused by the whole process. They couldn't have been more different. I spent a lot of time comparing them. The hound had a recent health scare and it reminded me of something. I would miss her funny ways. I need to love her for who she is and not hold it against her for who she's not. I think I should apply that to people, as well.