It's One Of Those Days

It’s one of those days. It’s one of those days you predicted even the night before when you were trying to fall asleep but couldn’t; even though you were incredibly tired. You woke up throughout the night, you actually got out of bed once knowing you were wide awake but still scolded yourself into going back to bed. It’s one of those days that once you finally fell asleep last night it seemed your alarms went off, and then you couldn’t wake up even though your alarms were going off for an hour and a half.

It’s one of those days. It’s one of those days you predicted would not go well. You woke up tired. You woke up not wanting to be awake. You woke up groggy. You woke up cursing in your head about being a female. You woke up trying to think of every reason why you should be awake. You woke up trying to think of every reason to avoid why you should be awake. It’s one of those days you woke up wishing was another day…like tomorrow even. It’s one of those days.

It’s one of those days. It’s one of those days that you have to force yourself to get out of bed. It’s of those days that you have to force yourself to kiss your loved one’s good bye and promise, “I’ll see you later.” It’s one of those days you wanted to lay in bed all day with your lovely and just cuddle. It’s one of those days that you wish your body was not doing what it was doing. It’s one of those days that you are hopeful your mind is stronger than your body. It’s one of those days that you know will be slow. It’s one of those days you hope no one does anything to irritate you. It’s one of those days that you hope you can find your patience. It’s one of those days that makes your leg jerk up and down from anxiety over who knows what as you write this. It’s one of those days you can’t explain, justify, or understand why it is what it is.

It’s one of those days. It’s one of those days that regardless of how I may predict or assume it will turn out, I can control how I feel about it. It’s one of those days that I decide how I feel, how I want to react, how I want to interact with others, how I want to perceive myself and the world. It’s one of those days that I won’t let be ruined because of whatever frivolous and temporary matters may be plaguing my mind. It’s one of those days like any other day…possibly with more hormones and additional irritations. It’s one of those days I choose my path; I choose my words; I choose my feelings; I choose my thoughts; I choose.

It’s one of those days.

Keep on Keepin on.

My Best Thinking Occurs in the Shower

So, I figured something out this morning in the shower…because some of my best thinking occurs in the shower. Don’t ask me why, but it just does. But this epiphany came about completely by accident and because I am…well, to be honest, a clumsy but oh so charming “special” person…no offense to anyone.

Here is what I discovered:

If you need to either clean out your sinuses or really wake up (or both for that matter), just get shampoo up your nasal cavity. Works like a charm. The pain will wake you up for sure, and your nose will quickly begin to flow and then start gushing out anything that may have been lodged up in there.

Don’t worry. The pain will subside eventually.

(p.s. I actually seriously do not recommend this method.)

Keep on Keepin on.

Find Your Bliss

I am sitting at my dining table this Sunday morning, sipping on my large mug of coffee, gazing out my plantation shutters with the chilly sunlight streaming in, admiring my white Valentine flowers in their tall sleek white vase; and feeling incredibly blissful.

The last two months have been an enchanting whirlwind of learning, living, listening, and loving.

Find your bliss. Hold on to it. Love it. Respect it. Enjoy it. (and not in a Lenny kind of way)

Keep on Keepin on.

Monday Picture Love

Camping Edition.

The new V.I.P and I went on our first camping trip together this past weekend. I think I passed the camping trip test. He says I didn't complain too much and I say he didn't expect me to do too much. So, all in all, a success.

Who went? The V.I.P., the V.I.P's brother, the V.I.P's brother's girlfriend, and me. We hiked the first day for about two hours because we arrived later in the afternoon and had little time to do a vigorous hike. Afterward, we (being them) set up the tent and then we went to the local small town to grab some grub. The evening consisted of the boys continuously finding firewood, sitting around a fire and getting camp fire smoke blown in my face, peeing in the woods, the boys continuously arguing over how to best keep the fire going (I swear it's every man's birthright to have this argument as many times as he wishes in his lifetime) and trying to not be the first person to fall asleep.

The V.I.P made a sweet attempt at providing an awesome campfire breakfast, but it turned out to be what I can only assume is worse than prison mush. I only speaketh the truth. But, we were all already in wonderful moods despite the breakfast disaster because we had awoken to a dozen beautiful deer roaming around our campsite. You can't beat that.



The V.I.P = Very Important Person

V.I.P and I about to fall off the ledge.


The V.I.P, the Diana, and a Sigg.


It was a gorgeous day in February.


I like you just as you are.


Classic Babalou


He had good intentions. That's all that matters.


"Honey, I think I hear something wrestling around outside."


"Oh, that's deer."

Keep on Keepin on.

Camping

I’m camping out this weekend with the new VIP. I had very strict rules prior to my final concession:

1. One night only.
2. Big blow up mattress to sleep on.
3. Big blow up mattress to sleep on in a huge mansion tent.
4. S’mores.

I don’t think that I am too difficult to please. Do you?

Don't worry, there will be hiking and plenty of pictures to document our shenanigans.

Keep on Keepin on.