Two words.

image by me

Push harder.
Dream bigger.
Live deeper.
Want less.
Have more.
Hate nothing.
Love always.

Yours truly,
Kristina

Old Navy.

I should be writing you a loquacious letter expressing my gratitude for shocking the shit out of me this evening while semi-desperately shopping for much-needed jeans. Instead, I'm writing to ask what the shit is wrong with your sizes.
I can't remember the last time my tail poured itself into a size as itsy as the one that I purchased two (yes two!) pairs of your $19 sale jeans. In fact, I don't recall ever fitting into something quite this ridiculous nor did I ever believe it was possible for me after two children.
Perhaps a more fitting (no pun intended) question should be directed to my hips: when did you decide to start liking me again?
Whatever the letter needs to say or the question that needs to be asked is, thank you Old Navy for making me feel like I'm doing something right for me.

In the middle.

Unlike the best part of an Oreo cookie, Wednesday is not the best part of my week. It's my struggle through day. It's the long one. It's the one that tests me in many ways. I search long on days like this for inspiration, things that make it go a bit quicker, things that make me remember not to count days but rather remember the moments that fill them.
What do you do to shake a slumpy kind of Eeyore day?
I think I might start making up more words like slumpy.

Without a plan.

Today started with a to-do list. Somewhere between the time I got up and the time I reached the kitchen, that list changed.
It went from a must-do, can-do, want-to-do kind to a just-let-the-day-decide kind. For today, it is working perfect.
Little Miss K is catching some zzz's. Mr. S is deep into a movie with his Daddy. I'm ignoring the things that were on the list to take some time for serious silence and dreams. There is something inside me that is yearning for more. Maybe I've caught the cabin fever bug. Maybe I'm done with the snow and just cold enough weather. Maybe the dreary days are wearing on me. I know I'm extremely thankful that today is a vacation one.
Let's dream...
The setting: A cozy cabin with wood walls. The perfect chair to snuggle into. A roaring fireplace with its flames licking at the glass door. A great book and a delicious glass of Valpolicella in my hand. The sun is just dropping behind the trees and the blackness of night is close.
There is a knock at the door.
Who are these evening visitors at my door?

I didn't know.

On my mind.

Champions aren't made in the gyms. Champions are made from something they have deep inside them -a desire, a dream, a vision.
~Muhammad Ali

The man who has no imagination has no wings.
~Muhammad Ali

It's the repetition of affirmations that leads to belief. And once that belief becomes a deep conviction, things begin to happen.
~Muhammad Ali

Stalled.

My mind yearns to write but my heart is sitting in silence.
My fingers burn searching for the words that will string together to form cohesive thought.
My cat sits close hoping to bring about some inspiration. I am annoyed by his flicking tail but reassured by his presence.
The tea in my cup cools to a perfectly drinkable temperature and still no words come.
I am searching for more.

Brewing...

We sit in comfortable silence and soak up the final rays of the day as they stream in.
What thoughts are on your mind? What conversations are we having? What do you want to say?

In a pensive state of mind.

My mind is overwhelmed with thought. I'll be back with something.

Awe Inspired.

Take the next 20 minutes and listen to what this lady has to say. She may well have contributed to changing my life.
J.K. Rowling speaks at Harvard Commencement

P.S. I learned of this video over at Celebrating Sensitivity. Perhaps you might want to skip over there and have a peek around.

See you!

No time to talk much this morning. My little man and I have an adventure planned for this afternoon. We need to skittle around here whipping the house into shape.
The kitchen needs some help remembering how to sparkle. The laundry needs some help with directions to the washer followed by a happy deposit into the dryer. I'm going to pretend there is a magic around here that will iron, fold and put it all away properly, where it belongs. The floors are looking for some vacuum love. The windows will just have to wait.
This is my start to balancing the day. Some time for work and some time for play.

Let's Play #162.

Rock the house! It's Friday. It's fill-in's day.
Through caution to the wind this weekend and have some fun.

1. I know__what's in my heart__.
2. __Be grateful for__ the longest month.
3. You can't help but __laugh__.
4. __Hey you!_bring it on!
5. Where have you looked __for skeletons__?
6. __My sanity__is now available.
7. And as for the weekend, tonight I'm looking forward to __reading__, tomorrow my plans include __a date with my son__ and Sunday, I want to __talk with you__.

Drift

I reach over
and turn out the light...
though my mind races on.
Thoughts of you
consume me.
They entertain my imagination.
They distort my reality.
I wrap myself
in the warmth
of my wishes
for you.
I admire you.
I drift off
wishing you
were here.

~Kristina