Fall in love with moments.
Fall in love with moments.
When you feel stuck, look at the sky. The clouds remind us that everything changes. – K. Martin
How much time is wasted trying to be someone you were never born to be, living a life you never wanted to live. I had spent most of my life doing everything I felt with every fiber of my being not in my own best interest to make other people happy. FYI: that approach never works out for long.
You’ll know when you’re being your genuine self because you can feel it. It’s not a fake it till you make it, it’s more genuine, more gut, more cellular. You won’t be able to quite explain it. You’re comfortable, you’re confident, even if every external circumstance seems to be the opposite you’ll find your faith is at staggering heights for absolutely no apparent reason. And there it is. You.
I love taking pictures. I love nature. I love quotes. I love reading cards. I have ADHD. I have hot flashes like you would not even believe. I have a son I love to the moon. I work in tourism chartering deep sea fishing excursions off the Gulf of Mexico. I am eclectic in my tastes and they can change on a dime. I am Christian. I am Buddhist. I am Pagan. I feel blessed everyday, even the off days. I am a triple threat fire sign: Sagittarius 🏹 Leo Rising 🌻 with an Aries Moon🔥. I’m silly and I’m really weird and I’m honest and I wouldn’t change any of that. Every disappointment or heartache has brought me to a better understanding of myself as much as all the laughter in between. I believe in simplicity. I read my cards in the same manner. I advocate for ADHD because no one ever did on my behalf. I love my life, my family and more importantly myself.
Life is short. Fall in love with it. Be yourself. Do it now.
*just another lady with a deck of cards
“For whatever we lose, (like a you or like a me), it’s always ourselves we find at the sea.” E.E. Cummings
Recycled photo from an earlier post because it could possibly be the theme of my life.
I clean house like this: Start in one room, half ass it, then start another room and do the same, then another, and so on, going back and forth between each room, periodically stopping for an ice tea, or perhaps (more like) a beer or two if I’m feeling saucy, while stepping back to mentally access the bigger picture (it’s the Sagittarius in me) of how nice my freshly cleaned house is going to look, feel and smell. The house would be in complete disarray for the majority of the day, but all ends well. It would drive my meticulous OCD mother crazy. My philosophy was, (and maybe still is) what difference does it make when it came to something like house cleaning how its done if the end result is the same. After reading totallyadd’s latest blog post its nice to know I’ve never been alone in this kooky way of working things through. Jeannie J ~