Archives for category: Living Life

Starbucks Love Note

 

Pardon the camera pic. This was written at the bottom of a picture in Starbucks. So sweet.

Here’s a smattering of the wonderful things I read on the internet this week.

When They Ask You What You Did Today

You can tell them how you fought back the dark and held back the tide of all the broken, upside down bits and pieces and jagged names that this world will tsunami at our children.You can tell them how you ran miles in the marathon of raising tiny humans who can make sense of their own emotions, choices, wants, fears and passions.You can tell them that you stood in the gap, that you shone a light, that you cheered the loudest and sometimes it sounded like a second helping of Nutella spread thick on a slice of toast with a cup of hot, sweet tea.

Real Women

Real women do not look like just one thing.

The Healthy Side of Being Pleasantly Plump

Since you likely measure yourself with scales, presumably you’re more familiar with weight in pounds than BMI. For a 5’7” woman, the weight range associated with the longest life would be 160-191 lbs. That’s right. Just take a moment to ponder that. And we’ve been calling this category “overweight.” For the same woman, 192-223 lbs. would confer the same life expectancy as a “normal” BMI. Doctors call this grade I obesity. I think we should change the names to extra-healthy and pleasantly plump.

How to Pick the Best Swimsuit for Your Body

Let It Begin With Me

We lost a guiding force of nature: prudent, earthy, loyal, witty, smart. The saddest thing about loss, of course, is just that: not the living without someone—of course, we can carry on—but knowing what life was like with them, and knowing it is gone.

When Choirs Sing Many Hearts Beat as One

But what really struck him was that it took almost no time at all for the singers’ heart rates to become synchronized. The readout from the pulse monitors starts as a jumble of jagged lines, but quickly becomes a series of uniform peaks. The heart rates fall into a shared rhythm guided by the song’s tempo.

35 Things I’ve Learned in my 35 Years

32. When you feel like you’re on the verge of an epic meltdown, eat a sandwich. Drink a glass of water. And if possible, take a nap.

I’ve had a recent spate of productivity. As always there is more than one contributing reason, but it’s impossible not to attribute it to one major change in my life.

I now have an office.

In my closet.

No lie.

My Office edited

That’s right. I now do most of my work tucked away between the scarves and shirts.

Jason and I have talked for awhile about my need for workspace at home to corral my work items: calendars, notebooks, computer, books, etc. I wanted to use it for my day-job, writing, and managing Nathan’s care and our home. I needed a “hat stand”, if you will, for my various hats to rest, but not be forgotten.

We had the desk, an antique I received from my parents on my eleventh birthday, but it was in the dining room and that area is not conducive to concentrated work hours. I needed a space where I could be alone, solitude being the siren call of the introvert.

We discussed buying a flip-down table form IKEA, trying to fit the antique desk in our room, and various other configurations to make it happen.

What we finally did was a big furniture shuffle along with getting rid of some pieces that were no longer serving us well. We bought a dresser for us to share that would fit in our room and then got rid of our two dressers we’d had for years. Mine was so bad we just took it to the dumpster because I didn’t feel right about donating such a broke-down piece of MDF.

My office top

My Office middle

My Office bottom

The new space in the closet fits my old desk perfectly. I loooooooove sitting in there. I get up early (also a new habit) and do my Bible study, workout, planning, writing, etc. all at that little desk. I will slowly decorate more as I get used to the space. For now I have my Authenticity Banner and a business card from Tastes Orangey that came with my birthday present last year.

It’s perfect.