For obvious reasons I have replaced my nightly glass of wine with a cup of herbal tea before bed. I rarely read the tea bag wisdom that comes on the end of the string… mostly because by the end of the day the last thing I want to do is think about trying to be a better person. I have most likely been thinking about that in one form or another since the moment I opened my eyes that morning, and I’m ready to binge watch Netflix until it’s time to go to bed. However, lately I have been struggling with some areas of my life. Specifically my romantic relationship and my career. And since I live and work with my boyfriend, those two areas are pretty prominent in my life right now. I won’t get into the details but let’s just say that I have been actively thinking myself into exhaustion about it for the last couple months, pushing for solutions, blaming other people, ruffling feathers, creating waves, jumping to conclusions and all the while managing to be passive aggressive about it all. I know…..you’re dying to hang out with me. Anyway, while Netflix was changing from episode nineteen to episode twenty, I happen to glance down at that stupid little tea bag string and read the message.
This past Sunday was my parents 40th anniversary. That’s pretty impressive. I have never done more that a quick text (if I remember) wishing them a Happy Anniversary. I always just considered wedding anniversary’s a personal thing celebrated between the two people involved… maybe I’m just a bad daughter… or maybe since I’m not married I haven’t realized how special it really is. This year, I decided to throw together a last minute dinner to celebrate their special day. continue reading
One of the most valuable gifts you can receive is being “called out” by a friend or loved one. I’m not talking about being judged or accused of something based on someone else’s emotions, insecurities or points of view. I’m talking about your loved one having an awareness or noticing a limitation you are living in and having the courage to “call you out.”
A couple weeks ago I was walking to brunch with my friend when I started ranting about not being able to get anything done on the weekends because I always brunching with friends or doing something besides laundry and errands. (Poor me) I was directing my rants at him as if it were his fault. He nonchalantly said “don’t be a blamer or anything.” His response instantly made me giggle and I realized I wasn’t taking responsibility for my own life. And he was right, I was being a blamer.