This week has been crazy. The days have become longer and sleep has become non-exsistant. I blame my mother for how I’m feeling right now. “Amanda, if you don’t take a few minutes for you, then you’re going to end up sick!” Thank you, mom. I appreciate her looking out for me, but now, well… now I need some warm soup, lots of water, and mindless tv to try and shake the inevitable cursed sick cloud that has been lingering above my head. The words that I despise hearing came swiftly across my ears when I arrived back home from the doctor, “Amanda, I warned you this would happen. Now get in bed and I’ll bring you some soup and OJ” thanks, mom. Even though she knew what I was getting myself into, she still and always will be there for me. Grateful to have such genuine parents. Time to get better- it’s St.Baldricks week, there isn’t anytime to be sick!!! I’ll cheers to st. Patrick’s day with my antibiotic and a side shot of NyQuil. Slainte☘️
“You can never cross the ocean unless you have the courage to lose sight of the shore”
Growing up is one of the hardest endeavors I had to accomplish within my lifetime thus far. Moving from my parents house, buying my own house, making career changes, gaining new friendships, watching old friendships sail away. Growing up; no one told me it was going to be this hard.
It’s difficult to say “see ya later” to my childhood and “hello” to adult hood. At what point in my life did this happen? College? Living downtown? Buying a house? Saying I have a career? It smacked me in the face this weekend. Adulthood. Here I am, doing it. Crossing that ocean, losing sight of the shore. Finding myself searching “gutters” on a Saturday night because come spring I will be replacing my gutters. This is it, adulthood. Ocean. Courage. Shore.
Be around the light bringers, the magic makers, the world shifters, the game shakers. They challenge you, break you open, uplift and expand you. They don’t let you play small with your life. These heart-beats are your People. These People are your tribe.
It is important to have people in your life who inspire you to be the better of you. I am lucky to have a tribe who inspires me to be the best me I can be. Things can get rough, like a 4 am wake up call. However, when 6 o’clock rolled around and I received a text stating, “Don’t quit, there are people you haven’t even met yet that are counting on you to stay the course” is what drove me to be positive and passionate today.
Stay the course and thank your tribe for the help.
Always coming in a pair, never without a friend. They have been through everything together; blood, sweat, miles of road traveled, maybe even some tears. Why in the end does it seem like they always find themselves lost without their other half?
Every week I struggle with this same question… Why do my socks not want to stay together? There is ALWAYS one that goes on their own journey in life and leaves its partner stranded in the inevitable “sock bin”. I would never leave one of my friends in a bin like that… it’s mind blowing. I always feel so bad for the lonely sock. It happens every week, and every week I dig through the bin hoping the match to the lonely one is found. One day I hope to find out where the sock party is at and invite the bin socks to join in on the fun. Until then, I will keep hope alive…. every week when I dig through to find that match.
There was an actual study performed to find out Why You Always Lose Your Socks In the Laundry. It comes down to a mathematical formula: (L+C) – (P x A).
Slicing: A story about a small segment of someones day…and we’re off.
I am new to slicing, yet I have been writing all my life. However, I never dissected a small segment of my day. I have always just rambled on about what I think and why/how things happen. Keeping me focused on one small segment? I can do this-I know I can.
My slices shall contain much to-do about:
Life, family, work, and a lot of dry humor. Buckle up, this is going to be a fun ride….