I'd rather be Sleepy than Snow White....

I did something some years back that I haven't done since kindergarten. I fell asleep at my desk. During my work day. Without meaning to. [Blush.]

Most people would be afraid to admit something like that publicly, where millions [okay, tens] of readers could taunt them for their slacker behavior forever more. I, however, am a proud blogger, where nothing is sacred. If I can't make fun of myself, well, I would have to make fun of the rest of the world, but then I would be looking a lawsuit straight in the wazoo, and I am no longer fond of lawyers of any ilk.

Ilk. Don't you love that word? Sounds so smooth. So sophisticated. Cary Grant positively oozed ilk.  I do not have ilk.  I'm more like Jeff Foxworthy in panties, but that's getting sort of personal, so we won't go down that path any further.

Be careful little eyes what you see.....

I read something online recently about a person well known in their own community, whom I happen know personally.  (To give full disclosure, this person is not a relative or close friend, is not famous in the usual sense of the word, and is not someone with whom I am in regular contact at the present time.)

The person I have known is deeply flawed, and has made, and from what I have heard, continues to make, poor personal decisions which impact upon other people in harmful ways.  But what I read online did not reveal any of that.  Instead, I read a glowing self-description, with distorted facts, misinformation, and some outright redistribution of the truth.

Endless love....

There was a song that was quite popular when I was younger entitled "Endless Love."  Diana Ross and Lionel Richie sang this theme song from the popular movie by the same name. I think that is a good way to describe the love a mother feels for her child, something I have thought about a lot, recently.

It has been an interesting interlude in my life, the last few months, as I watched my daughter go through pregnancy, bonding with this brand new human being before he is even born.  While we are all waiting with excited anticipation to add this child to our lives, no one is more excited than the woman who has carried him under her heart for the last 8.5 months, feeling his movements and getting to know him in a way no one else ever can or will.

Hourglass of time....

Over the last couple of weeks, a number of people I know have had serious health issues.  Some of them have built up to the crisis, while others have suddenly found themselves in health related trouble.  It is always a surprise when our bodies turn on us and we have to face the fact that they aren't 100% reliable.  But, in fact, life is a crap shoot, and you never know when your time will be up.  It is sobering to realize how many people will not see tomorrow, and that how they live today is the way they will be remembered by the people who knew them best.

Happiness is a choice....

It has been a long couple of weeks in Walton World, and I am ready for a revived spirit.  One too many times, the dreaded words, "It could have been worse," have been uttered, and I am starting to feel unreasonable in my response.  But ultimately, I know my reaction to what is going on in my life is up to me, and I have to be the one to set the tone for how I feel about my own experiences.  Easier said than done.  But eminently possible.  Even, on a good day, fairly manageable.

So today, a lovely, sunny Saturday filled with promise, I mostly chose to make it a good day.  I chose joy.  I chose to smile, whether I felt like it or not.  I laughed at my dogs and their silly antics.  I felt cheerful when looking at the flowers my husband chose to give me earlier this week.  I took a nap because I felt like indulging my baser instincts.  And I am not going to feel guilty about it, because I needed that time for me.