The little kid in me got such a thrill of delight out of this repurposed vintage gumball toy bubble machine. Bob even put two shiny quarters in for me to buy me a ‘petite poem’ and maybe even one of those trinket treasures, too. My heart sank as nothing came out. But the true prize is that my wheels are turning… How can I score one of these little machines and repurpose it into my very own creation? I love stuff like this, seeing how creative minds tick tick tick.
I cannot take credit for the brilliant and wise title of this blog post, the credit goes to my amazing friend Amy who bought this onesie for Mr. P.
No matter how many parenting books read or how many classes we took before the baby was born, the best lessons we can learn are from Mr. P himself. Day in and day out he teaches us to be the best possible parents we can be. We are in a constant state of amazement. And exhaustion. These two go hand-in-hand in the coolest way. Like today, meeting my sister, his aunt, for a park picnic. The picnic itself was short-lived and fun as Mr. P mashed chickpeas and green peas into his mouth and into our picnic blanket.
Then we ventured onto the sidewalk to push his big boy walking toy that my bro, his uncle, got him. It was so wild setting him free in the open expanse of the park as opposed to inside our tile floored condo. He was a wild man set loose in the fresh air. Then we went to play in a friends pool and picnic again with some of the mommies and daddies that we love. It was then that Mr. P decided to stand independently for the very first time right while all of our friends watched.
Bob and I stared in amazement because this is the very first time it had happened. We couldn’t even take a picture or video because our phone memories were full of pictures. Lucky us, our friends took some pictures and just sent them to us.
We are learning as we go and feeling like this little guy is teaching us the lessons we need to learn just as we need to know them. So thank you Mr. P for raising us to be well-adjusted parents. And thank you, Aim, for giving us the words for our new parenting philosophy.
Good things, darlings.
Day 24 of my commitment to write and post a blog in 30 minutes.
In the spirit of yesterday’s 21 things that make me smile, I bring you 22 things that keep me sane. These things work together to keep me healthy, happy and at peace most of the time. And when I am out-of-whack and off-balance I can come back and read this blog post to remember, oh yeah! That’s what I’m missing. Believe me, these are not all things that I ever have going all at once (especially now that I have entered the wild wild world of parenthood), but when at least MOST of these things are a part of my life MOST of the time well that makes for one joyful, peaceful, calm Miss Meliss.
1 – My flylady Timer
2 – Weight Watchers
4 – Drawing/doodling
5- Freedom (Click link if you have IADD – Internet ADD – and cannot focus like yours truly)
6 – Walking
7 – My moms group
8 – Martha Beck
9 – My gratitude Journal
10 – Taking a shower first thing in the morning
11 – Getting into ‘flow’ with my artwork
12 – Stretching
13 – Having water readily accessible and drinking lots of it
14 – Having readily accessible snacks, I love snacks
15 – Chai made with almond milk and the time to drink it in peace
16 – Mr. P’s morning naptime
17 – Mr. P’s afternoon naptime
18 – Structure with some flexibility in there
19 – Something to look forward to
20 – Sirius Radio Channel 107 – Oprah Radio
21 – Mr. P’s bedtime routine
22 – The commitment to writing this blog
What keeps you sane? Tell me tell me tell me!
Good things, darlings. Very good things.
This post is day 22 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
Here we are 21 days into the commitment to write and post daily. Someone somewhere said do something for three weeks and it becomes a habit. Well my friends, I am proud to say, a blogging habit has been made! Doesn’t it feel good to start a new habit? YES!
In honor of celebrating this 21 days of honoring my commitment to blogging, I want to share 21 things that make me smile. Why? Because I feel like it and that’s the name of the game. What’s even better than writing what you know? Writing what you FEEL in that moment. And right now, I am smiling.
1 – Seeing my baby angel Mr. P’s little body pop awake each morning! No matter how early he rises and shines he wakes up so happy. Contagious smiling all around!
2 – Hugs. I love hugs. Before Mr. P, Bob and I would always have hug breaks. Now we have family hug breaks. While we say “Family hug! Family hug!”
3 – My Flylady timer – she reminds me that I am not behind and to just jump in whereever I am and to do something is better than nothing at all. And in this moment, I relaize that in order to finish this list in a timely fashion, I gotta be short and sweet. So here goes the rest in short and sweet form!
4 – My first cup of coffee in the morning, with almond milk, most often brought to me by Bob and sometimes with the help of Mr. P who pours the almond milk.
5 – The day my O magazine comes in the mail. (I have a stack waiting to be read, but still I get giddy when a new one arrives.)
6 – Ergonomics – like right now I setup my ergonomic computer setup for the first time in forever and the way my body and back and feet and elbows and wrists feels is so right that I don’t even feel them at all, instead I just write in peace.
7 – My Aladdin straw cups that came in a 3 pack with 6 colorful straws. I drink sooooooo much water especially as a nursing mom. And having water readily available makes me smile. And the straws are so happy.
8 – Getting surprise emails or texts or calls or facebook messages from old friends I haven’t communicated with in a while.
9 – Babies in general. My baby, our baby friends, babies on the street, babies on TV. Babies everywhere make my heart smile from the inside.
10 – My Uncle Bob – he has the biggest smile that erupts into his whole face pushing his cheeks out which in turn lifts up his eyes and then his eyebrows. We facetimed with him the other day and him seeing the baby made him smile and in turn it made me smile.
11 – Reading on my iPad. I just finished my second book since baby. And it’s the first I’ve ever read on the iPad. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. It’s a memoir.
12 – Memoir in general. It’s the most amazing peek into someone else’s world and I aspire to publish one one day and it will be called Good Things Darling.
13 – Silence. I love the peace and quiet. It lets my heart rate drop to a slow calm beat and lets the whole world slow down so I can think or not think and just be. Silence is where I reflect on the world and where ideas come to me from seemingly out of nowhere. These days my silence is rare, I mean extremely rare, but right now, as I write this, it’s almost silent and I am in heaven.
14 – Being on a deadline, no matter how big or small. I love deadlines. I love the adrenaline that speeds up the creative process while helping keep it in check because you just can’t get too crazy and off task when you only have so much time, like right now, 10 minutes left out of my 30 total and my heart is starting to pump a little.
15 – S’mores. Oh it’s been a while dear chocolatey marshmallowey graham crackery slice of dessert heaven. Oh wait, no it hasn’t! I bought two mini s’mores cups at a bake sale on Sunday!! Deeeeee—lish.
16 – Friends that are like family. Sunday we went to a concert in the park with one of my oldest Cali friends (where I bought the s’more! can you see my train of thought?). Old as in one of my first close friends when I moved to California. Meeting this friend made me feel like part of something and less like the alien that I sometimes felt like in my new to California days (years). It’s been 12 years now in Cali and probably about ten of friendship with this dear friend I am writing. She now has a husband and a four year old and a beautiful house with a backyard. When we met we were both single living in studio apartments. Another world!
17 – Sparkling water – hello bubbles, I love you! Especially with fresh lemon.
18 – Watching Bob and Mr. P together when they don’t know I am watching. Being in awe of this family we have formed and in awe of the darling daddy that Bob has become. Amazed that we met at the Staples Center way back when by chance, by serendipitous chance, by destiny, by fate, by divine order, by following the invisible threads of life to exactly where we were supposed to be at that very second so the rest of our lives could unfold as they have and as they will continue to unfold revealing an abundance and a joy that we cannot even imagine.
19 – Writing. I love to write. It brings me such peace and perspective and reveals to me what I think and what I feel.
20 – Treasure hunting – Salvation army, goodwill, thrift shops, finding treasures on the side of the road, you name it, I love it!
21 – And last but not least with one minute left on my Flylady timer, you know what makes me smile, like really smile? YOU!
Thank you so much for joining me on this crazy wonderful commitment to blogging. A ride so wild I have no idea what I will write when I start each post but still you stick with me and I share with you thoughts on life as I know it. Or should I say, life as I feel it. Flylady is beeping. Gotta go!!
But first, tell me, what makes you smile? I really, really wanna know!
Good things, darlings.
This post is day 21 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
I started three different version of this post before landing on one that feels right, and as I write this I still don’t know what it will become. Where to start when the heavy weight of exhaustion of a day well spent weighs like a wet blanket on top of any desire to write right now?
I’ve committed to this, so I will. I start by going to my phone, peeking at the photos from today. Getting more tired realizing how long that day actually was. And good. And full. Mr. P’s eleven month birthday, a photo shoot with Daddy, a nap, a babysitter came, a trip for mommy out solo but fast to maximize her solo time then a quick grocery run and home and farmers market and seeing friends and dinner and bedtime and here. I. Am. Pooped.
I found a picture to inspire something to tell you. Mr. P’s bright eyes and sweet face. The joy and wonder of unpacking the groceries that I’d left on the floor. The passion of pulling out the olive oil, reaching for the quinoa, pulling it out, handing it to me with pride and delight. Then the coffee! And the can is round and it rolls! Like the wheels on my red toy car. And oh my goodness it shakes like a maracca, the beans jumping up and down inside the cylindrical container each time I shake it shake it! I shake it, mommy! See me? See me?!
I’m feeling tired tonight, my contacts dried to my eyelids, my pjs already on, my mind looking forward to episode of Breaking Bad, my timer tick tick tocking. Feeling like being a little light tonight, a little less than normal. This is good and ok. I tend to be an all or nothing kind of person, giving my all or nothing and I need to let the something part of me be just right for tonight. So that’s all for tonight, my friends. I thank you for being here with me on this journey.
Good things, darlings.
This post is day 13 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
What a day! I’ll share it with you in pictures. I officially reached the 25 pound mark at Weight Watchers. Here’s my celebratory picture. I love reaching milestones and celebrating at the meeting! I got a little 25 pound token to go on my 10% keychain. Exciting! I am such a kid at heart and love these little symbolic rewards, don’t you? It’s been a 9 month journey with ups and downs but here we are feeling good.
Then we dared try something new and exciting: getting Mr. P to nap in the stroller. After getting chai for me and coffee for Bob at what could possibly be my new favorite coffeeshop, we took the stroller down to the strand to walk and hope for the best. And drumroll please… it worked! We reclined the stroller, turned on the sound machine and kept on moving until at long last those droopy sleepy eyes closed. Heaven for mommy and daddy to be out and about walking with a sleeping baby.
Then it was time for me to be at the gallery for my Saturday shift. My favorite part was these three darling girls whole came in. They were so respectful and enthusiastic. Two of them, sisters, bought my “I dream” bookmarks after commenting on my work like they were gallery curators or art analysts in 12 and 14 year old bodies. I loved it.
Came home feeling like we’d already had such an action packed day to spend the late afternoon listening to Bob and Mr. P play music and have fun while I made some stuffed peppers and turkey veggie “cupcakes.” It was one of those peaceful times where it felt like a weekend a family would have and here we are A FAMILY having a weekend. So nice.
Now I’m blogging with a nice glass of wine that I’m sipping slowly trying to save just a few more sips to go enjoy with Bob. Baby’s sleeping, mommy’s tired, one of those days where I’m wiped out in such a good “I really really loved today” way.
What was the highlight of your day? TELL ME! You know I love hearing from you.
Big hugs, my darlings, bug hugs.
This post is day 10 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
A good friend of mine told me she loved going to the dentist because it was a great opportunity to sit there and reflect on everything that had happened in the past 6th months. 6 months between cleanings… 6 months of a whole lot of life happening. So today, during our cherished babysitter time, Bob and I went off on a date to the dentist.
I sat there with my paper bib clipped on, my feet propped up on the blue pleather chair admiring the view of the Palm Trees and the mountains in the distance. My cleaning began and as the hygenist scraped and scrubbed, I took a little trip down memory lane. Since my last trip to the dentist, which was late November:
-I discovered and joined The Word Is Art Gallery Co-Op.
-I went to countless openings at the gallery on Saturday nights, many times with baby on board.
-I planned my own window and opening event at the gallery. (Yes, friends, that blog post is still coming down the pike.)
-I got two commissions. (One is signed, sealed and delivered! The other is soon to be begun officially.)
-I created my signature piece for my gallery opening: Divine Sunshine.
-Mr. P got baptized and we had all the grandparents in one place for the occasion.
-I did my first bit of freelance copywriting since I’d become a mom. I got the bug to find a way to creatively (down the road) go back to work part time… in some flexible way where my work schedule is just as creative and flexible as I am. Still visualizing this one.
-I transitioned from going to weekly La Leche meetings to weekly moms group. There I met a community of moms who have risen around me as this sisterhood of friends.
-Mr. P learned to roll over, army crawl, crawl, pull up, walk with support, wave, high five and started speaking a language of his own invention.
-I listened to the invitation of the pain I was feeling in my hip and back and started going to Physical Therapy and now Pilates at a place that specializes in prenatal and postpartum moms. It’s heaven.
-We went back east so Mr. P could meet his great-grandmother, my Nanny.
-We found a babysitter that we love and who loves Mr. P. This gives me precious time away to do a few errands, go to appointments or the occasional date afternoon or evening with Bob. Priceless are the text updates she sends with pictures and captions of Mr. P in action playing.
-Started this project, this daily commitment to blogging everyday.
-Started going to the farmer’s market for almost all of our fruits and vegetables.
-Made homemade hummus and granola bars for the first time.
-Started seeing a holistic practicioner who already is giving me such access to a whole new level of peace and health.
-Saw two movies in the theater without the baby: The Way Way Back and Silver Lining Playbook.
-Saw many a “mommy” movie (AKA movie where you are welcome to bring the baby!) with the baby and friends: Great Gatsby was our favorite.
-Went to many a park date with our mommy and baby friends and dubbed our group the “Sisterhood of Traveling Parks” as we trek to different parks each week seeking shade, easy parking, and an open expanse where our little ones can crawl and explore and swing and some of them walk while us moms connect over whatever is is we are connecting about at the moment.
-Started swimming lessons with Mr. P and held his scared little body week to week and watched him ease into being so comfortable in the pool that just this week in a friend’s pool he fell asleep in my arms right in the middle of the pool.
-Lost almost 25 pounds and committed to going to my Saturday morning Weight Watchers meeting.
-And last but not least, realized that anything can be quality time with my wonderful husband. As long as we are together. Including a trip to the dentist’s office.
That’s all for now, my friends. I am sure there is much much more I could tell you about but my time is up.
Thank you for reading this, darling readers. What helps you punctuate your life? I’d love to know. Tell me in the comments.
This post is day 9 of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
Day 8 of this commitment to daily blogging.
How often do I look at life through the iPhone trying to capture the perfect picture of Mr. P in action. I take a million pictures and yeah, oh yeah, I am having a blast on Instagram, Vine, Facebook, you name it, taking and sharing pictures and video. But it’s occurring to me right now, that I don’t have any pictures or video of today. And I kind of love that. So I am going to share with you some mental pictures I took throughout the day:
-This morning at breakfast, Mr. P in his diaper in the highchair with berries smeared all over his face while Bob and I ate our abundant bowls of berries and greek yogurt and chia.
-This afternoon sitting under a tree at a nearby park with our mommy and baby friends, Mr. P chomping on a carrot that he stole from one of his buddies while playing with a spoon that he’d borrowed from another pal. Feeling so blessed to be part of such a loving community.
-Sleepy Mr. P and I on the bed, me having rescued him from the crib after a 50 minute nap, hoping with some nursing and cuddling I could get him to go down for just a little longer. He did. But as I tried to sneak away to write this very blog he woke up. Teething baby wanting mommy a little (ok, A LOT) extra.
-Hanging out in the kitchen, my hands covered in oatmeal and almond butter and maple syrup and all the ingredients of these minimalist baker granola bars I was making. Mr. P sitting in the highchair putting frozen peas in his mouth, one by one. The phone rings. It’s my parents, we Facetime. I prop the phone up on the counter in between the oatmeal cannister and a cucumber so they can chat with their grandbaby. Mr. P waves with both hands.
-Mr. P’s smile: wide and silly with wonder and joy, half-formed tooth pointing out, his famous big tooth front and center, a few others working their way in like a roughly cut jack-o-lantern with misshapen teeth in all kinds of odd angles and sizes that look, altogether, exactly right.
-Me, right now, sitting cross-legged on the pulled out bottom of the trundle bed, the laptop on my lap, the reflection of the dimming sky on my screen. The window open letting in the breeze and the shushing sound of traffic slowing down for the day. The sporadic sounds of a tired baby coming from the other room. Daddy doing bedtime so I can finish this before I head off to my much-anticipated Moms night out with the aforementioned mamas.
How lovely it was to relive those moments and paint their pictures for you with words. I’ll find a picture to share, from another day. That’s all for now, darling readers. That’s all for now. Thank you for being here with me.
Will you share a mental picture from your day with me in the comments? I’d absolutely love it.
PS – Posting without a picture for now! Time is up!
Day 7 of my 7 day commitment to write/post a blog in 30 minutes.
Mission accomplished! I made the plan and stuck to the plan. I am feeling so G-O-O-D. What a wonderful week it’s been with the anchor of this writing/blogging/posting time. Feeling beyond G-O-O-D. Which brings me to the point of today’s post. WHAT NOW? Do I stop? Do I keep going? Do I go to 3 times a week? Do I go to 15 minutes a day? One time I heard some very wise words. “What works for you works.” And this, it seems, works for me, so I will continue. I learned a lot this week.
1. It’s so good for me to have a plan and stick to it. And share the plan out loud. I shared a version of this with my mom’s group (that plan involved getting up before Mr. P – then I came to my senses since he is already a very early riser!). Sharing my intention to write out loud to my friends was so helpful. It’s energizing.
2. My timer is my friend. I knew this already, but it’s kind of like we renewed our vows this week, Flylady and I. I love my Flylady timer. It’s the only reason I get anything done. It also helps me take time to myself in little spurts of time when Bob is home so that I can communicate how much time I need and know that when I actually get time that I stay focused. (Unless, of course, what I need is just a plain old break! And then the timer is good for that too!)
3. I have a lot to say. I am the kind of person who processes best by writing. So this is a great outlet for me. I know some people who process best by talking, by listening, by drawing, by dancing what have you. Writing is the thing that lets my deepest most honest soulful thoughts have a straight path out without getting caught in a quagmire.
4. We all thrive with feedback. Sharing my commitment and experience is like an invitation for others to participate. This one is one of my favorites. I loved hearing from people this week. I’ve gotten feedback in the form of facebook likes and comments, retweets, blog comments, email notes and even an email note connection from one very special friend to another. It’s making this blog that at times I felt like no one ever read has a life of its own. I realize no one read it because I wasn’t posting on it. It was feeling like a dead weight – yet another think to think about in this busy life of mine. Now it feels like a light floating cloud where I can happily pop in for 30 minutes a day to share something. Such a transformation. I am already thinking of ways to invite others to share their commitments and then leverage all of our shared energy.
5. I remembered who I am. I get so immersed in my role as mom that sometimes I forget that I had a life before. It felt so good/odd to write that whole post yesterday about speaking to my 6th grade self. But that’s what came up in that moment. It struck me as funny that I didn’t even mention Mr. P once in that post. It now also strikes me as kinds of awesome. I can be a better mom by having my attention go elsewhere sometimes (when he’s napping or sleeping or with daddy or those few precious hours that we have the babysitter come) so that when it comes back to Mr. P I’m fresh and true (ok, my best version of fresh and true post-baby), not fried and spent.
So, what do you think? What reminds you who you are? What is your best way of processing? What makes you feel light and free? What are you committed to that a 30 minute a day practice could help you achieve?
This post is part of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.
Day 6 of this wonderful commitment to write/post a blog in 30 minutes.
This practice is good for me. Keeping me honest in the writing an blogging department. Keeping me from procrastinating. Keeping me from getting in my own dangerous way. Keeping fears at bay by not giving them enough time to creep in. Write, find pic, add links, post, BOOM! Now where exactly does anxiety have time to fit into that crowded house? NOWHERE!
SO it’s great to be off and running. And now to celebrate day 6 I am going to share my first list post dedicated to the number 6. And I’m going to go all the way and make it about 6th grade. SO here goes! 6 things I would say to my 6th grade self. This is inspired by a letter by Maya Angelou to herself at a younger age.
Hey 6th grade Melissa Renzi, I have six things to tell you.
1. You may think your hair is horrible. But it’s amazing. It’s exactly as it should be. 6th grade is when my hair went from poker straight to kinky curly just about overnight. A certain well-intentioned math teacher looked at me upon seeing my new haircut that inspired these new curls to reveal themselves in one fell swoop… and proclaimed “DOME!” I was horrified and still am. How awful of him. Which leads me to second thing to tell you, 6th grade Meliss.
2. The things you are embarrassed and horrified about now will be your best stories later on. 6th grade is the year my best friend/partner-in-crime and I performed an actual crime. Together, just one time, we were thieves. We were walking from her house to the movies (To see SATISFACTION! WITH JUSTINE BATEMAN!) and on the way spotted that on every doorknob there were these little bags hanging with Almond Joy and Mounds logos. Inside these bags, we soon found out, were two little samples of the aforementioned candy bars. We decided to take one. Then another. Then another and another and another until next thing you know we were in a coconut-chocolate-coma in the movie theater. I think I somehow ended up with all the leftovers (Really?) and hid them in my closet for about the next two years until I felt there was a way to safely dispose of them without my mom finding out. I recently shared this story with some of my fellow moms and was dying at the memory. See? Great story! And after the initial thrill of it all (and the coma) wore off I was pretty horrified by this story.
(15 minutes is up! I gotta make the rest short and sweet!)
3. Fill-in-the-blank-whatever-it-is-intense-and-stressful-situation will end. Tomorrow will happen. I am pretty sure it was 6th grade when I had my first middle of the night heart beating out of my chest with stressful recurring thoughts making me feel like I was a failure happened. I was working on my science project and during that time we moved. I lost all of my very scientific data about which flashlight battery worked best. (I remember having the flashlights on for days. I put like 20 flashlights in a wine rack all on. Can you now see why I am not a scientist? That sounds much more like a creative art project, doesn’t it?) I guess what I was feeling was anxiety but at the time I probably would have told you it was near-death. My dad somehow calmed me down and explained that no matter what, I would be ok and that I was doing a great job. For some reason, that night, I woke him up instead of my mom. Dad has always been a very calming force for me. See Meliss, you lived to tell this story. Everything is ok and then some even if your science project was less than scientific.
4. The friends that don’t love you just haven’t had the chance to know you. I think 6th grade was when I felt very aware of cliques starting to happen. I think my feelings got really hurt when I was not invited to a birthday party or sleepover or something. Whatever. But I was the one whose mom made her invite everyone to the birthday party. Thank you, Mom. It’s also the year I had (I think it was 6th grade!) a rolling skating party with my friend whose birthday was a week before mine. We rented out the whole skating rink and had our entire class come to the party. Now that I’m a mom I want you to know, Meliss, that it’s ok you weren’t invited to the party or sleepover or whatever it was.
5. Singing “I’m so Excited I Just Can’t Hide it” on repeat is amazing. And annoying. And the both, sometimes, go hand in hand. On the way to pick up balloons for the aforementioned birthday, I sang “I’m so Excited I Just Can’t Hide it” on repeat (without a tape or the radio OR ANYTHING!) while my dad drove the caravan to the party store and back. He asked me to stop. I still love you, Dad. Now I can see you weren’t trying to squelch my lust for prepubescent life. You were just trying to drive.
6. It’s ok not to know. It’s ok to admit you have no idea. 6th grade was when I felt like it was really cool to know certain things. Like lyrics to U2 albums or quotes from Winona Ryder movies. I did not know any of this. I tried, but memorizing stuff like that did not come natually to me. Even though I considered U2 my favorite band (and had posters all over my room CAN’T YOU SEE I AM A MUSIC AFICIANADO?) I had to sit there and listen to the tape and then pause it and then write down WHAT I THOUGHT were the lyrics and then relisten and then again and again again. It’s ok, Meliss, to love something and not be able to recite the details about it. Just love it for the pure sake of loving it.
Meliss, That’s all for now. Now I am speaking to your 36 year old self. We are back to 2013. That was a fun dip into the 1988-89 school year. (I think it was 88-89 but I don’t have time to go FACT CHECKING in 30 minutes! Ok I am going beyond 30 minutes for this one. But just a little!)
Thank you, darling readers for reading this. I am so in LOVE with you for helping me gain the momentum to do this. I am in love with you for being just plain you, too. Even if you don’t know the words and have horrible hair and even if you too, once, committed a minor crime. Even if you were up at night with your heart beating feeling like a failure. Even if you didn’t get invited to the sleepover. Even if your amazingness on repeat becomes annoying. I. STILL. LOVE. YOU!!!
Lots of love and endless Almond Joys,
PS – I just did a quick preview and the type and font and size are all out of whack. The old me WOULD OBSESS about this and not post this until I excruciatingly figured it out or had Bob help me figure it out. But guess what, I don’t have time for that. So here goes nothin’, weird font and all!!!!!!!!! BOO-YA!
PPS – That is something I would do in 6th grade. Keep on keep on going. PPS. PPPPPPS. PPPPPPPPPs. But the amazingness does get annoying so I WILL STOP!
PPPS – Ok, I admit it! This post took about 50 minutes. I am ok with that, as I did not obsess. I just got totally inspired.
This post is part of my 7 day commitment to fully write and post an entry from start to finish within thirty minutes, two sessions of 15 minutes each right in a row using my beloved Flylady timer.