monster! monster!

there's a monster under my bed!

ummm....soo....

I was just looking at my desk at work and discovered the following:

I have three bottles of liquids on my desk. All different. Two types of water. One with electrolytes, the other with the tinest bit of lemonade. The third is a strawberry lemonade. The smallest of the three is a 20 oz bottle. The largest is a 33.8 oz bottle. I like liquid.

I just inhaled a small bag of yogurt covered pretzels. Afterwards I review the calorie content. I will not share what I learned but I will tell you that I will not burn off all the calories I need to by the end of today.

I am either dehydrated and trying to hydrate as quickly as possible or I am bored.

shoes.

if you want to really get to know a person take a moment to step into their shoes. don't wear socks. close your eyes and feel. feel all the little bumps and indents that have been worn into their sole. all the cold spots and the warm spots. just stand there. take a deep breath and think, for just one brief moment, what it would be like to walk in those shoes for a few steps, a few feet, perhaps even a mile. acknowledge that these shoes have been worn through thick and thin. gaze at the outside of each shoe- acknowledge the parts that are well worn- those that aren't. perhaps there is a bit of dust on the toe. don't brush it off- just recognize its presence. when you are done place them- gently, exactly as you found them. say thank you and walk forward, carrying with you the things that you have learned.

"you look tired."

so....this may have just become one of my least favorite phrases. lets face it. I suffer from what most active single adults around my age suffer from- exhaustion. I am almost ALWAYS tired. I will almost NEVER get enough sleep. And when I do get enough sleep I end up, for some inexplicable reason (okay I understand the science but not the logic behind it), looking more tired the next day. So please, when all is said and done, have a little pity and don't tell me I look tired. The only thing that manages to do is remind me of how tired I actually am.

and that is my rant for today. come back tomorrow for something a little more upbeat.

wonderings....

Why is it that most often the thought of a new little one coming into the world fills your heart with joy? What is it about the creation of life that is so thrilling? It's fascinating to me how across the world the reaction is most often the same. Happiness, excitement, joy, love. Warmth fills the chest and we rejoice in the knowledge that soon a new little one will grace the earth with her presence. What is it that is so special about this? I know there is a response but my mind seems to only barely grasp the complexity of the answer. It seems simplified in my mind- down to something appearing as simple as breathing. Yet when you really think about it the act o breathing isn't so simple now is it? And so I am left curious and wondering.

dancing a confession...

For those of you residing in the general Boston area you may be curious as to why a guest appearance by yours truly is a rare occasion. Well I have fallen in love. Yes- me. Head over heels in love with a little something called Lindy Hop. For those of you who do not know what this is I would suggest youtube...that tends to be the general go to these days. For those of you who do- the answer is no, I do not do all the crazy flips. But there is plenty of other "stuff" that I am determined to master. The confession comes in admitting the amount of time that I tend to sink into this endeavor. To be honest with you I am at about 18-20 hours a week. Practically another job. But I love it. So there you have it. I have found my place in life- on the dance floor. And no I will not now, nor ever, participate in any shows based upon dance and the like. But thanks for asking.