Patsy, the Chinese say, "The best time to plant a tree was always 20 years ago. The second best time is always today."
Funny how planting trees and taking action on the life of your dreams are the same that way.
The Universe
30 March 2009
29 March 2009
Finish Lines
This morning we ran the local 10k. While ran is a strong word, we didn’t take a leisurely walk either. Eddie and I went along at a pretty good clip. In fact, I can feel the muscles in my bum quite well right now. But I did what I set out to do - finish the race.
Afterwards we had some girl time and a lovely lunch at our favorite taco place. Onward home where I enjoyed my bath; clean hair is so fabulous. So I was fully relaxed when the phone rang with its infamous “waiting” ring tone that belongs solely to The Southern Gentleman.
Answering the phone, his Southern drawl greeted me with a low sing-song tone. Upon hearing that I completed the 10k today, The Southern Gentleman snickered a fair amount; I was not pleased. As our conversation progressed, I know I got more agitated with him and it probably came across in my tone. Our phone call ended within 15 minutes.
I wasn’t cross or rude. I am simply tired of listening to the story that is not going to be made into a tv movie. It has been a year and half since The Southern Gentleman made his first trip down here. Not much has changed significantly during that extended period of time; we are still friends – no commitments have been made, no binding confessions of love.
I have given up on him. A significant amount of time and energy were expended and I cannot put any more into a road to nowhere. I ran the race with The Southern Gentleman. He is still somewhere at the start line; I have continued running and made it to the finish line alone. It is time for me find another race to run, another finish line to cross. Hopefully next time I won't be finishing the race alone.
Afterwards we had some girl time and a lovely lunch at our favorite taco place. Onward home where I enjoyed my bath; clean hair is so fabulous. So I was fully relaxed when the phone rang with its infamous “waiting” ring tone that belongs solely to The Southern Gentleman.
Answering the phone, his Southern drawl greeted me with a low sing-song tone. Upon hearing that I completed the 10k today, The Southern Gentleman snickered a fair amount; I was not pleased. As our conversation progressed, I know I got more agitated with him and it probably came across in my tone. Our phone call ended within 15 minutes.
I wasn’t cross or rude. I am simply tired of listening to the story that is not going to be made into a tv movie. It has been a year and half since The Southern Gentleman made his first trip down here. Not much has changed significantly during that extended period of time; we are still friends – no commitments have been made, no binding confessions of love.
I have given up on him. A significant amount of time and energy were expended and I cannot put any more into a road to nowhere. I ran the race with The Southern Gentleman. He is still somewhere at the start line; I have continued running and made it to the finish line alone. It is time for me find another race to run, another finish line to cross. Hopefully next time I won't be finishing the race alone.
17 March 2009
I am home this week.
I haven't been home for a sizable stretch of time in 13 months. It feels very odd to be back in my home. Compared to my little Austin hole-in-the-wall place, my home is a mcmansion. The pups are absolutely ecstatic to be home. My depressed little pup has come back to life in the days since returning home. I knew she hated Texas and her turn around only serves to validate that.
If I could pickup my home and plop it down in Austin, everything would be perfect. I could enjoy my wonderful friends and balanced life in Austin while have a comfortable warm living space.
But life is not perfect.
I haven't been home for a sizable stretch of time in 13 months. It feels very odd to be back in my home. Compared to my little Austin hole-in-the-wall place, my home is a mcmansion. The pups are absolutely ecstatic to be home. My depressed little pup has come back to life in the days since returning home. I knew she hated Texas and her turn around only serves to validate that.
If I could pickup my home and plop it down in Austin, everything would be perfect. I could enjoy my wonderful friends and balanced life in Austin while have a comfortable warm living space.
But life is not perfect.
11 March 2009
the universe sez...
Sometimes when you're ready for a change, Patsy, and you kind of know it but won't admit it, when it comes, not only are you surprised, but it hurts.
Yeah, I know that doesn't help much, unless you remember the "ready" part. Because there is simply no change that might ever transpire in time and space that happens before you're fully able to use it for your own growth and glory.
Love watching you create,
The Universe
Yeah, I know that doesn't help much, unless you remember the "ready" part. Because there is simply no change that might ever transpire in time and space that happens before you're fully able to use it for your own growth and glory.
Love watching you create,
The Universe
04 March 2009
it's practically free
We all have something we are known for. A survival skill, if you will. Something that is simply "your thing" and others are always amazed by. It truly is a hallmark.
Hallmarks can vary. Some people save the world with their kryptonite strength. Others clean parks.
My hallmark is shopping. Specifically bargain hunting tactical shopping. Over the weekend, I successfully scooped up all sort of material goodies that I do not need. But the price was right, the label was good, therefore the price became even better.
My mantra is "it's practically free" and it truly is, so I cannot leave the top/pants/shoes/undies behind.
Now for a point of clarification, I do not simply buy for purchasing sake. I am actually selective and do not rack up the credit card or purchase constantly. It has be marked down several times and then some before an item makes the big trip home with me.
However, I have enjoyed wearing the new items all week. Even got to break in a new dress on Saturday at a birthday party.
The thing is I do get everything at wonderful prices, up to 90% off of retail. I always look good and have a lot of clothing; however, I don't spend near what it looks like I do on all of it. I do believe it has a lot to do with my attitude toward it - the bargains jump at me - and I have realized I think it has a lot to do with my mantra. The more I say "it's practically free," the more of this I stumble upon.
While I do love the clothes and the shoes, I have realized it all about how these items make me feel. They enable me to have confidence in myself. They are the boost to my fragile ego. They make me feel good about myself.
What I don't know is whether that is a good thing or not.
Hallmarks can vary. Some people save the world with their kryptonite strength. Others clean parks.
My hallmark is shopping. Specifically bargain hunting tactical shopping. Over the weekend, I successfully scooped up all sort of material goodies that I do not need. But the price was right, the label was good, therefore the price became even better.
My mantra is "it's practically free" and it truly is, so I cannot leave the top/pants/shoes/undies behind.
Now for a point of clarification, I do not simply buy for purchasing sake. I am actually selective and do not rack up the credit card or purchase constantly. It has be marked down several times and then some before an item makes the big trip home with me.
However, I have enjoyed wearing the new items all week. Even got to break in a new dress on Saturday at a birthday party.
The thing is I do get everything at wonderful prices, up to 90% off of retail. I always look good and have a lot of clothing; however, I don't spend near what it looks like I do on all of it. I do believe it has a lot to do with my attitude toward it - the bargains jump at me - and I have realized I think it has a lot to do with my mantra. The more I say "it's practically free," the more of this I stumble upon.
While I do love the clothes and the shoes, I have realized it all about how these items make me feel. They enable me to have confidence in myself. They are the boost to my fragile ego. They make me feel good about myself.
What I don't know is whether that is a good thing or not.
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