A Thanksgiving Montage

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Last month I posted on Facebook: a great day of editing at work and catching up at home…now it’s time to do my favorite thing.  I should have said one of many favorites.  Although challenging to narrow down, here are my randomly ordered top 11 from 2011.

  1. Writing.  This means anything:  my weekly beauty blog, my posts for Always the Write Time, letters and emails, essays and creative fiction.  Writing is the breathings of my heart.
  2. Reading.  Literary fiction is my favorite genre, but I enjoy all kinds.  For me, reading is to pleasure as eating is to nourishment.
  3. Exercise.  A love-hate relationship if ever there was one, exercise brings out the best and worst in me.  I am stronger because of it, yet my weakness is all the more visible.
  4. Kisses.  No explanation necessary.
  5. Laughter.  The gut-busting, mouth wide open, tears pooling, head thrown back kind where the only sound is trying to catch your breath.
  6. Family and Friends (Twofer).  I would not be who I am without this priceless macramé of personalities.  Especially the button-pushers.  And for those who share their hearts with me and who know my deepest secrets (blemishes and all) yet still love me, I couldn’t be more blessed.
  7. Shelling.  Two words:  Sanibel Island.
  8. Bailey’s and Chai.  This combination bears repeating.  Again and again.
  9. Pinky Promises.  The perfect reminder life used to be simple … and can still be that way.
  10. New Job.  Upon graduating from ASU and after 10 months of seeking employment, I’m now working in a field I’m crazy about, close to home and with people who make it a joy to show up every day.  And I get paid for it!
  11. My Shower.  Nothing washes away angst and frustration better than this soothing slice of Heaven.  Okay, maybe #’s 4, 5, 7 and 8.  ~ cs

Always the write time to be: grateful.  This is the perfect time of year to remember to say thank you … oftenHappy Thanksgiving from Always the Write Time to you and yours.

All in Good Time

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It seems by the time I’ve posted one blog, another week is over and it’s that time, again.  In seven days it’s Thanksgiving, Christmas is around the corner and the New Year follows close behind.  Why is it, then, my future hopes and dreams seem further out than ever before?  Close enough to touch at times, yet obscured by today’s reality.

Lately, more often than not, I walk around in a haze of wishes.  But slowly, the various pieces of the puzzle seem to be coming together in their own time, and I realize every detail of my life is taking place at just the right speed for me.  Because if my dreams were realized any faster — much like the days and months fly by — I may not be prepared for them to come true.  Conversely, if they dragged out interminably before blooming into fruition, I may lose my patience or my desire to keep moving forward.  Instead, each fantasy steadily unfurls while I bask in the beauty and wonder of my hard work, a healthy dose of sweat and tears and a cup or two of Bailey’s and chai along the way.

So it only seems appropriate with our annual day of thanks a mere week out, that I embrace the path in which I traveled to get here.  After all, I wouldn’t be the person I am today had I chosen a different route.  And as I look ahead to garner a glimpse of Someday beyond the fork in the road, I am reminded to put one foot in front of the other in order to arrive at just the appointed hour. ~ cs

 

Always the write time to: appreciate today for what it holds, including the lessons learned — sometimes pleasant, sometimes prickly, but hopefully a step in the right direction.

Out of Control (or The Best Laid Plans of Rats and Men)

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I never cease to be amazed that this “old dog” continues to learn new tricks.  Over the past week and a half, I discovered that despite my ever-present Franklin (planner), calendar at work, myriad timelines and spreadsheets, goals and dreams, I really have little control in the grand scheme of things.

I don’t mean influence over things like how I parent or perform my job, whether my lifestyle includes healthy choices or if I’ll stop and fill up the gas tank on my way home from work.  I’m talking about having a clear Technicolor vision of what today and tomorrow look like, but then the rug is suddenly pulled out from under you.

First, it was a death in my husband’s family, and then it was a nasty virus infecting our household, followed by a fly infestation (okay, 10 of the winged insects), two more dead rats in the attic and some suspicious water stains on our dining room floor (which is leading to another renovation of sorts).  These “little” annoyances, individually, are just that — annoying — but cumulatively, they ultimately change the shape of the path on which we’re traveling.  Thankfully, I believe the desires of my heart are divinely planted, meaning Someday will happen with or without my “help.”  The scenery may have simply changed a bit en route. ~ cs

Always the write time to: deal with things I have control over and remember not to sweat the small stuff.  This means I will still make plans, but when a wrench is thrown into the mix, I’ll just work around it.

The Waiting Place

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Oftentimes when we’re waiting for something, it seems like the moment will never arrive.  My birthday used to be one of those days (although now the yearly reminder comes around all too soon!).  Then there was Christmas with all its traditions followed by the New Year with its sweet possibilities, eventually followed by the lazy days of summer stretching out for miles.  After that it was waiting for a job offer, proposal, loan approval, baby to arrive and the list goes on.  Some are firsts, some aren’t, but many of them are things we look forward to with anticipation, excitement and perhaps a bit of trepidation.

Dr. Seuss says it best in his book, Oh, the Places You’ll Go:  “The Waiting Place…for people just waiting.  Waiting for a train to go or a bus to come, or a plane to go or the mail to come, or the rain to go or the phone to ring, or the snow to snow or waiting around for a Yes or No or waiting for their hair to grow.  Everyone is just waiting.  Waiting for the fish to bite or waiting for wind to fly a kite or waiting around for Friday night or waiting, perhaps, for their Uncle Jake or a pot to boil, or a Better Break or a string of pearls, or a pair of pants or a wig with curls, or Another Chance. Everyone is just waiting.”

Even now, today, I’m waiting.  Sometimes I admit I consider giving up on a dream or two that seem unattainable at the moment, in the present.  I shake my head and think it’s impossible  from this distance.  Other times I imagine myself waking up inside of the dream and when that happens, I am reminded that patience is a virtue.  Besides, if I make the decision to give up now, I might just be cheating myself out of Someday. ~ cs

Always the write time to: keep dreaming.  Sometimes it’s easier to hold one or more smaller dreams close to you, so they’re easier to reach while you’re waiting for the bigger ones to be realized.  That’s why I’m dreaming of bridging the distance between now and then.