Category Archives: Inspire

Beyond real-moments of truth

Hello and beautiful Wednesday my friends. The sun is shining and I am not in top form today but you know what? That’s okay. I had to practice my yoga moves last night in bed as both pups decided they too needed the cool night breeze of the fan and to get to it, lay upon any body part of mine that was available. It was so warm and I woke several times in a sweat and I could have gotten pissed and kicked them off but you know what? I didn’t. I pulled my leg up and over them and repositioned myself several times trying to get comfortable and fell back to sleep until the next movement came. The funny thing was each time I woke up, I could see the moon beyond the window and the nicest thoughts just came to mind. Nothing in particular, just moments for me to stop and ponder before falling back into slumber. Now after the fifth time of this I laughed because I wasn’t angry. I felt bad for the pooches and I know they were most likely as uncomfortable as me (or maybe hoped at least that they were). I awoke refreshed and in a positive mood. Now my husband would have booted them onto their own bed but I was realizing just how blessed I was at that very moment, to have my best loved human and creatures beside me. How could I be angry.

So many times when I am feeling irritated and cranky, someone will say something to me and if I am paying attention, I will realize that this truth I am hearing is a blessing. Little things happen in life and they too are a blessing. I went thirty years without my real father in my life and BOOM, he’s back and for being pretty much a complete stranger in many ways to most peoples thoughts, it is like he’s always been there. I don’t know a whole lot about him but I miss him when he’s gone. I tell myself I should pick up the phone and call and then the dog runs off and I’m on the chase living the real life and the thought slips away. There’s always something getting in the way of what I should be doing and then I end up unexpectedly on a tangent with doing something else. I used to used chemo head as an excuse but then realized its been 9 years and the gist of the matter is I just get easily distracted and need to reign in my thoughts. To be present, you know? Then I get irritated that I didn’t follow through. I know life is like this for many people and I hope you somewhat agree with the assessment. To reach out and touch someone (like the old phone commercial) should be so easy. It’s not like we have to forrage for a dime (which then became a quarter and then more) because the cell phone is right there so why not pick it up and make the call? Heck, Superman doesn’t even have a changing stall anymore like the old days. We need to pick up the slack Superpeople and make those calls. I remember the days of the these words coming out of my mouth.

“Maybe I should have checked in”

“I have nothing new to say so why bother”

“I’m sure they’re probably busy and I don’t want to be a pest”

“Why would they want to hear from me?”

What happens when it’s too late? What happens when you get the call that there will be no more? WHat happens when so much time goes by and you keep telling yourself, “oh, I’ll get to it”and then you don’t and now it’s too late? The person who would have been on the other end isn’t here anymore….gone……no goodbyes, no I love you’s….just the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach of coulda,woulda,shoulda…..and now it’s too late. Life is real. Feelings are real. If someone really cares, they will never look at you like you’re a bother, an inconvenience….Never. Ever…..

If you can’t make the call even a simple email will do, just to say Hi, I’m thinking of you. You matter. That’s my beyond real thought. Being real is great but going beyond real to awesomeness is a rock star moment. To feel the love, to hear the tones of the voice, or to just see a beautiful photo taken in the woods by a father who is no longer a stranger, who sent it because he saw it and thought of me. The feeling I know as truth that “I matter” and by sending that one picture and phrase, well my friends, I think I’m truly the richest girl in the world…..And the tears of happiness prove that this grinch (just kidding) can have it’s heart expanded to almost bursting proportions….Now that is REAL.

Thanks Dad for the beautiful photo. I love it. I love you too.

Peace and Blessings my friends, now get out that cell phone and burn some minutes already.

K

Beyond real-moments of truth

Hello and beautiful Wednesday my friends. The sun is shining and I am not in top form today but you know what? That’s okay. I had to practice my yoga moves last night in bed as both pups decided they too needed the cool night breeze of the fan and to get to it, lay upon any body part of mine that was available. It was so warm and I woke several times in a sweat and I could have gotten pissed and kicked them off but you know what? I didn’t. I pulled my leg up and over them and repositioned myself several times trying to get comfortable and fell back to sleep until the next movement came. The funny thing was each time I woke up, I could see the moon beyond the window and the nicest thoughts just came to mind. Nothing in particular, just moments for me to stop and ponder before falling back into slumber. Now after the fifth time of this I laughed because I wasn’t angry. I felt bad for the pooches and I know they were most likely as uncomfortable as me (or maybe hoped at least that they were). I awoke refreshed and in a positive mood. Now my husband would have booted them onto their own bed but I was realizing just how blessed I was at that very moment, to have my best loved human and creatures beside me. How could I be angry.

So many times when I am feeling irritated and cranky, someone will say something to me and if I am paying attention, I will realize that this truth I am hearing is a blessing. Little things happen in life and they too are a blessing. I went thirty years without my real father in my life and BOOM, he’s back and for being pretty much a complete stranger in many ways to most peoples thoughts, it is like he’s always been there. I don’t know a whole lot about him but I miss him when he’s gone. I tell myself I should pick up the phone and call and then the dog runs off and I’m on the chase living the real life and the thought slips away. There’s always something getting in the way of what I should be doing and then I end up unexpectedly on a tangent with doing something else. I used to used chemo head as an excuse but then realized its been 9 years and the gist of the matter is I just get easily distracted and need to reign in my thoughts. To be present, you know? Then I get irritated that I didn’t follow through. I know life is like this for many people and I hope you somewhat agree with the assessment. To reach out and touch someone (like the old phone commercial) should be so easy. It’s not like we have to forrage for a dime (which then became a quarter and then more) because the cell phone is right there so why not pick it up and make the call? Heck, Superman doesn’t even have a changing stall anymore like the old days. We need to pick up the slack Superpeople and make those calls. I remember the days of the these words coming out of my mouth.

“Maybe I should have checked in”

“I have nothing new to say so why bother”

“I’m sure they’re probably busy and I don’t want to be a pest”

“Why would they want to hear from me?”

What happens when it’s too late? What happens when you get the call that there will be no more? WHat happens when so much time goes by and you keep telling yourself, “oh, I’ll get to it”and then you don’t and now it’s too late? The person who would have been on the other end isn’t here anymore….gone……no goodbyes, no I love you’s….just the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach of coulda,woulda,shoulda…..and now it’s too late. Life is real. Feelings are real. If someone really cares, they will never look at you like you’re a bother, an inconvenience….Never. Ever…..

If you can’t make the call even a simple email will do, just to say Hi, I’m thinking of you. You matter. That’s my beyond real thought. Being real is great but going beyond real to awesomeness is a rock star moment. To feel the love, to hear the tones of the voice, or to just see a beautiful photo taken in the woods by a father who is no longer a stranger, who sent it because he saw it and thought of me. The feeling I know as truth that “I matter” and by sending that one picture and phrase, well my friends, I think I’m truly the richest girl in the world…..And the tears of happiness prove that this grinch (just kidding) can have it’s heart expanded to almost bursting proportions….Now that is REAL.

Thanks Dad for the beautiful photo. I love it. I love you too.

Peace and Blessings my friends, now get out that cell phone and burn some minutes already.

K

Beyond real-moments of truth

Hello and beautiful Wednesday my friends. The sun is shining and I am not in top form today but you know what? That’s okay. I had to practice my yoga moves last night in bed as both pups decided they too needed the cool night breeze of the fan and to get to it, lay upon any body part of mine that was available. It was so warm and I woke several times in a sweat and I could have gotten pissed and kicked them off but you know what? I didn’t. I pulled my leg up and over them and repositioned myself several times trying to get comfortable and fell back to sleep until the next movement came. The funny thing was each time I woke up, I could see the moon beyond the window and the nicest thoughts just came to mind. Nothing in particular, just moments for me to stop and ponder before falling back into slumber. Now after the fifth time of this I laughed because I wasn’t angry. I felt bad for the pooches and I know they were most likely as uncomfortable as me (or maybe hoped at least that they were). I awoke refreshed and in a positive mood. Now my husband would have booted them onto their own bed but I was realizing just how blessed I was at that very moment, to have my best loved human and creatures beside me. How could I be angry.

So many times when I am feeling irritated and cranky, someone will say something to me and if I am paying attention, I will realize that this truth I am hearing is a blessing. Little things happen in life and they too are a blessing. I went thirty years without my real father in my life and BOOM, he’s back and for being pretty much a complete stranger in many ways to most peoples thoughts, it is like he’s always been there. I don’t know a whole lot about him but I miss him when he’s gone. I tell myself I should pick up the phone and call and then the dog runs off and I’m on the chase living the real life and the thought slips away. There’s always something getting in the way of what I should be doing and then I end up unexpectedly on a tangent with doing something else. I used to used chemo head as an excuse but then realized its been 9 years and the gist of the matter is I just get easily distracted and need to reign in my thoughts. To be present, you know? Then I get irritated that I didn’t follow through. I know life is like this for many people and I hope you somewhat agree with the assessment. To reach out and touch someone (like the old phone commercial) should be so easy. It’s not like we have to forrage for a dime (which then became a quarter and then more) because the cell phone is right there so why not pick it up and make the call? Heck, Superman doesn’t even have a changing stall anymore like the old days. We need to pick up the slack Superpeople and make those calls. I remember the days of the these words coming out of my mouth.

“Maybe I should have checked in”

“I have nothing new to say so why bother”

“I’m sure they’re probably busy and I don’t want to be a pest”

“Why would they want to hear from me?”

What happens when it’s too late? What happens when you get the call that there will be no more? WHat happens when so much time goes by and you keep telling yourself, “oh, I’ll get to it”and then you don’t and now it’s too late? The person who would have been on the other end isn’t here anymore….gone……no goodbyes, no I love you’s….just the empty feeling in the pit of your stomach of coulda,woulda,shoulda…..and now it’s too late. Life is real. Feelings are real. If someone really cares, they will never look at you like you’re a bother, an inconvenience….Never. Ever…..

If you can’t make the call even a simple email will do, just to say Hi, I’m thinking of you. You matter. That’s my beyond real thought. Being real is great but going beyond real to awesomeness is a rock star moment. To feel the love, to hear the tones of the voice, or to just see a beautiful photo taken in the woods by a father who is no longer a stranger, who sent it because he saw it and thought of me. The feeling I know as truth that “I matter” and by sending that one picture and phrase, well my friends, I think I’m truly the richest girl in the world…..And the tears of happiness prove that this grinch (just kidding) can have it’s heart expanded to almost bursting proportions….Now that is REAL.

Thanks Dad for the beautiful photo. I love it. I love you too.

Peace and Blessings my friends, now get out that cell phone and burn some minutes already.

K

Triggers of tears-(and not the equine variety)

Hello most amazing people and welcome to Tuesday. I’ve been stumped lately on a variety of things and I am really not quite sure why. I saw an article about the closing of the Roy Rogers museum and it made me wonder what is to become of Trigger. Now I realize for a lot of you Roy was before your time but I had grandparents who made me sit and watch the movies and shows with them and that is where I fell in love with palominos. I wanted one so bad. Later I was told poor trigger was stuffed and put in the museum and all I could think of was WTF? Who would do such a thing? And now with the closing, where is he going? It made me teary eyed at the thought of relics from the past being absently chucked or forgotten. Nothing lasts forever and this I know well. But why get tears eyed over a stuffed horse that probably has its fur molting off in chunks? Maybe it was the moon? I just finished a lovely lunch in the cafeteria. I was perusing my reader and a woman won a car on the price is right(the lunch show of choice for the masses). She was just so excited jumping up and down and I’ll be damned if I didn’t feel the tears welling up.

Geesh…..enough already. I am not one to cry easily and here I get the waterworks swimming in my eyes over perfect strangers. But maybe it’s the energy of things. When people feel emotion it gets carried through in the form of action. Anger, fear, happiness….most of the time you can tell from body language. Obviously if I won a million I’d be jumping up and down crying and you would say, “now that is one happy chickie”, or memories that brought joy (old Cowboys and horses) and their fall from favor due to technology and times that seem no longer relevant. Reading words, seeing body language, hearing tones of voice…..I guess it’s all about the same…energy moving, cause and effect. Sadness emits tears, as does anger and happiness. It is all a part of the whole. So why am I writing about this? Because I felt foolish. Because I sat there holding back my tears for fear of looking like a goofy dolt eating watermelon and sopping up the tears. I mean really, would anyone really truly give a crap?

 But I was afraid. I didn’t want to be laughed at. I didn’t want to be seen in an unhealthy light At work and that is where the problem is. Why? By suppressing The feelings we have, we kill ourselves, albeit slowly but those little things denied leave us defeated and feeling like dried up broken shells. We block the natural flow of things. By trying to fit in, we become like the little lemmings jumping off the cliff. We are paper cutouts of dolls. Oh we may look different but we are the same. Maybe the girl at the table next to me felt the same way, hiding tears of joy for a stranger winning a car. Maybe not. But I walked away feeling slightly fake, like I played my part like everyone else and shelved the feelings. I am not okay with that. I always admire people who can let it all hang out and be themselves. I love the people in airports who pick up a loved one and have tears in their eyes at the reunion. It brings tears to my eyes and that energy becomes the joyful thoughts that slip into the universe and keep us all human and connected. Why are we so afraid to be REAL? To let ourselves SHINE? To cry over silly things and even the important things, because after all, isn’t it all kind of important? By saying something in life isn’t important it’s like denying it. I cry. We all cry. I’m sorry my pal Trigger….I hope they find you a nice pasture to bury you in and to the lady who won today, you go girl…I’m crying with you proudly, just because….damn that feels good😀💦

Does anyone have a Kleenex or three? Damn…sold to the highest bidder. Bye Trigger. Sigh

The collection…a story of feelings

Hello beautiful ones. I hope this day has found you feeling jubilant and special. Why? Because you are and that’s why I’m here…to remind you of things you need to tell yourself more often. Come on, say it with me…I am jubilant and sooooo special. See, I know you’re most likely chuckling, I know I do every time I say it but it is the truth and now you know, and if anyone asks, just tell ’em I said so.

So our little reading story for today is about collecting. I’m not talking about money, I am talking about those things that you cherish. Those bits of this and that that have a place in your happiness box  or jar. Those things. Tell me, what is it about those things that make you happy? Is it the memory attached to it? Was it perhaps where you were when you found it? Maybe it is just simply the beauty or uniqueness of the item?

When I was a child I would collect rocks. Everywhere I went, I would find a special rock to remind me of the places I had been. I had books on rocks. I knew what specimen it was and of course they were just rocks but to me they were my special rock collection. I had a few boxes stashed under my bed and a few on the shelf but for the most part, just plain old ordinary found in Charlie Browns Halloween bag rocks. So what was so special? Really, nothing much. After awhile I had so many they kind of lost their meaning. I was out west on a motorcycle trip and picked up glittery rocks, red rocks, petrified rocks, geodes, you name it. When I got home though, they kind of just sat there forgotten and a few years later when I ran across them, I couldn’t remember where I had gotten them, or what state. There was no specialness anymore. I threw them all in the garden for someone in the future to find and went about my day. I didn’t miss them. I had seen the sights and wouldn’t forget that so why hold onto the tangible item. I let it go. I didn’t have to keep hanging onto these collections. I narrowed my collection down to just a few choice specimens. The ones that held meaning for me. The ones that when I held them, truly made me feel connected and good. Feelings are like that too. I can’t hold onto feelings anymore. I can’t gather them all up and hold onto them. I need to let them be, to let them float freely around and embrace them when they are here but then let them go. Writing has given me that place. I can just write and letting the words flow and set them free to the world. I don’t want to hold onto the bad feelings, they too must go and the good can stay awhile while I enjoy the happy vibe that accompanies them but then I need to let those go, share them with someone who may need them more than me. I think my life became much simpler when I stopped collecting. Rocks, words, feelings…life needs to keep flowing like the river of abundance that it is and I can’t be weighed down by the trove of treasure. By sharing and setting it free I found I can not only float down the river, but I can climb out and soar freely.

What is it you’re collecting? What would happen if you let some of it go…set it free or gave it away to someone in need. Just a thought to make. Your day a little lighter. Use it or don’t, I won’t feel bad…I gave the feelings away already. And it’s all good.

Peace and blessings my friends. Kim

How to enjoy life….(step away from that device)

Hello most amazing people. You are all looking so very beautiful and fit and tanned today. The summer is upon us full throttle and I saw the weather forcast this morning and thought life had ended and we were all in hell. I mean 90+ degrees, really? Now here I am trying to sell our house and hot, sweltering, and I get the “why can’t I be swimming in the pond instead of next door in the shade at the neighbors cabin trying to keep the dogs in check?” attitude. Oh, and they have only an outhouse at the cottage…and no running water….and the realtors never call us when they’re done so two days of showings later spending an hour and a half each showing and waiting patiently when I could be floating like a scoop of ice cream in rootbeer but in a pond. They never call to tell us they’re done….kind of rude I thought even after we told them to. But such as life and I get over it and I am actually enjoying this hot balmy weather and with the ultimate move to Florida, that is a great feeling. I am embracing it. I am giving myself a big damp hug and saying “baby, this is just the start”, and then I visualize Buffalo in the winter and if I am in Florida by then, WOW. From hell to the arctic and back. Ok, it’s not really hell and I was just kidding that it was….hell is when I’m stuck in a group environment and no one is talking to each other….if sitting around the campfire, the flickering flames cast an eerie glow, leaving our faces in shadow…but what’s that I see? The glow of a phone, or two, or five…..What ever happened to conversation? The stuff you have with the person sitting next to you….the tales you weave, the songs you may sing (kumbaya comes to mind for campfires for some reason). Hey, how’s your day? Let’s start there….and you get the mumbled response. They are looking down, not at you and their mind is somewhere but certainly not here at this moment. Now I think that is just the saddest thing. Really, we are supposed to be connected by the universal invisible string (picture super big ginormous piece of tooth floss) tying us all in together in this big amazing world and you want to sit and text your friend who is sitting next to you?
Wow, now that is just sad.
Have you ever sat next to someone and looked into their eyes for an extended amount of time and just marveled at the thoughts that ran through your head? Maybe wondered what they are thinking at the same exact moment? It is an incredible feeling and it connects you to others in such a simple way.
Take for example my bestie…
My bestie is in California? camping (well, she lives in Cali but I’m not sure if she is camping in the state) but anyway, we met at a conference of sorts on infinite possibilities in Key West six months ago. She was older than me and kind of took me in like a mother duck. Well one of the exercises we had was to pick the person next to us and just sit there and stare into each others eyes and connect. We had to wish something for them or describe what we saw when we looked inward so deeply. Well her and I have become the best of buds, and she is camping. Away from technology and the world at large…old school camping pretty much with a group but alone ultimately. I am so very jealous in a way but so very happy for her opportunity to prove that she can do it…unless there’s an earthquake which I hope not. But to do something like that, getting completely away and not at a hotel with a tv or radio or endless distraction. So I did a little experiment the other day and went off the grid for three days. I didn’t even open my ipad which is my email/FB/everything connection to the world. I would walk by it and reach out to flip the cover and gently remind myself that ‘NOPE”, you are not to touch it. I spent time outside, I hugged a tree, I danced in the garage with the dogs when no one was watching. I TALKED to real life people. I put the gadgets away and you know what I found? Peace. Yes, Peace and damn did it feel good. I felt centered. I felt alive and at one. I took in the sights and scents of fresh air, I sat by the pond and watched the fish swish around and got downright giddy when I heard an owl one morning making its hooty sounds. I smiled, and it was enough. I was where I needed to be, present in the moment and aware of it.
Sadly day four and back to reality with 264 emails to respond to. I knocked those off, rearranged my priorities and got rid of somethings I thought I wanted to deal with but ultimately measured against would it make me happy to continue down that path, if I answered no, I gently pressed the delete button. I love this life I am given and these days are rushing by so very quickly. I don’t want to be the one in the end wondering what kind of quality life did I leave? Was I creative, putting something beautiful and inspiring out into this world or did I carelessly fritter it away on what in the end would amount to nothing? I chose quality over distraction and feel much better for it. If I had one take away from it, it brought into my memory my friend who died a few months ago short of her 28th birthday (or possibly 29th). The last time she came to dinner as we sat discussing our days (her, myself and hubs) I remember feeling so let down as she held the phone in her hand throughout the meal and spent most of it looking into her lap texting. I hope it was important but I would have instead liked to have had the words from her lips that will now no longer ever be. Wasted time is lost time and I’m tired of losing it needlessly. I will set aside one day a week now and go off the grid. I will turn off the phone, the ipad and I will live. I will sing, and laugh and perhaps even swim in that pond on a gorgeous sunny hell hot day and I will relish in the memories I will make. I don’t need a selfie of my life. It lives in my mind and will till I die.
Give it a try my friends. It will be hard for sure, but once you do it and you listen to the whisper of the wind through the trees or hear an apple fall and that dull thunking sound it makes as it hits the ground, or the drone of the big bulky bumblebee humming in a flower, then you know you are tuned into the greatest frequency. The frequency of life. Let me know if you do and if you feel more at peace. Be alive and in the meantime, see you on the peaceful side.
Peace and blessings,
K

PS. not sure what day I may pick to go off the grid, we have some rain coming in the next few days and I’m thinking of porch rocking (under protected roof of course) in a lightning storm may just be what the peace doctor ordered. Care to join in? I’ll set out an extra chair. photo is my happy messy desk at home….lots of fun and color. Set loose the inner child.

Goldilocks and the damn gummy bears

Hi my friends, I apologize for not being around much lately. It has been a whirlwind of cleaning, painting, garage sale on a monsoon like day and other such fun. The house is finally on the market, everything almost looks pretty and the realization is finally settling in that this most likely won’t be our home anymore in the next few months. I know there is no excuse for not making the time to touch base. I am sorry as I’ve missed our little reinvention chats.
So today I need to come clean. I’ve become an addict and am currently in the process of just saying no whenever possible. I used to chuckle at the time suck of games and have now found myself not laughing very much at looking into the mirror and realize that just like my husband, I can’t let go very easily of the bears. I don’t mean the football team nor the lions and tigers and bears variety. No, I am talking once again Gummy. I have been not following my own advice and have spent just a tad bit too much time finding the bears (or often not finding them, board after board, after board).
I ask my friends for help and they enable me, they send me more….I rarely run out and I think that is a great thing for my friends to help me so much and so often, but it is not helping me to face the truth.
I am a soda crush addict.
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I have even learned to wave my arms around like the little doll does when “I found the bears”. But how much time have I wasted on moving the shiny things around like an OCD squirrel chasing nuts? TOO MUCH DAMN TIME!!!! Ok, yep, I get it. My bad. But now that it’s out there, what to do? HMMMMM,, think…think….ah, root cause analysis.
Is it fun to be bested by a stupid game? NOPE
Am I getting the housework that needs getting done? YEP, believe it or not, as I have incorporated the “you can’t play another game till the laundry is folded” and I’ll be damned if I don’t get it done lickety split.
Am I getting much writing done? Well….no not really and that my friends is what hurts. Here I spend time wasting precious moments of my life on pretty colors and the challenge. Is it worth it? No…..it’s not.
So why do I do it then? There is the dilemma…..
I am like that big green lumpy bear hiding below the honey not wanting to come out. All the little moments that are leading up to the move are the honey that I am below. The realization that there are still so many decisions to make. Like moving the colors around to match and clear the board. Every time we accomplish another feat, it brings us that much closer to the move. Each little piece that we pack or sell and as the house empties (kind of like the board being cleared for all but a few colors), We are going to have to say goodbye and start our new life. It is exciting but yet so many memories are here and we will have to hold them in our minds to take with us. To scatter the ashes of our beloved pets in the place that was their home, watching the garage sale progress as our little knick-knacks left in someone else’s hands, and the house looks amazing free from the clutter of the things we collected.
I think what happened somewhere along the way is it just got so much easier letting my mind focus on the outer things, the bears, the candy, the chocolate sprinkle balls….basically the game was the escape. But there is no escape and even if I find the bears there will always be another board to float the little bastards to safety, to uncover them or un bubblegum them…..it doesn’t end. But what has to end is I need to stop escaping into this world of shiny things and focus on the important things.
I need to walk in the woods more and enjoy these moments. To make memories walking with the pups as it will be alot different in the new home. Trading the woods for a beach isn’t a bad trade off. I won’t have time to play crush as I will have nice weather year round for the most part where I can get out and play the game of life. Now that sounds like a great idea. I will leave the bears in the honey and I will chase shiny things on the beach, and those minutes will be priceless. So thank you friends for sending me the lives…..please only send now for the regular crush game in my name as the husband plays that but not being on facebook has no friends to send him lives, except for the world wide friends that send him some.
I think I may pick a day of no internet access. I shall call it Enjoy your Life Day. Now that sounds like a game I’d like to play….with no time to lose, maybe I shall start today when I get home from work, although it may rain later, I suppose I could write here instead and spend quality time with my little web friends. Now that’s the way to enjoy life, don’t you think?
Yeah, me too……
See you soon my beautiful friends. Take a moment to Enjoy your day too. Maybe we can start a happy revolution….just tell goldilocks to leave the bears at home. They’re not that much fun….
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