Long
long...long...
Thedaysare longand
blurring
together.
Is it Monday? Friday?
Alarms continue
day after day
with a just perceivable glimmer.
I can see it now
three x's away
from a rest
filled
blur-less
long
awaited
break.
A place to share my little corners of the world.
Long
long...long...
Thedaysare longand
blurring
together.
Is it Monday? Friday?
Alarms continue
day after day
with a just perceivable glimmer.
I can see it now
three x's away
from a rest
filled
blur-less
long
awaited
break.
I'm about three-quarters of the way through one about passive income. I wasn't going to listen to it, but I was intrigued after seeing some clips. Chris Koerner, an entrepreneur who's started all kinds of side hustles and well-established businesses, is the guest.
As I've listened to bits and pieces when I have time, I've begun to wonder why I'm listening, and then he would say something I felt I connected to. The main point he continues to make is that people have ideas, but they aren't doing enough about them. I think this way...a...lot. I am an idea person. I have a lot of follow-through on the important stuff, but when it comes to big ideas or things that feel far out there, I tend to be conservative with my time and effort. I really want to take more plunges at some of my ideas. I started thinking about this during my crazy snowy commute and am feeling inspired to get going on some new things with old ideas that have been brewing.
I got glasses a few years ago, for the second time. When I was in high school, I had glasses for a moment and then just stopped wearing them. As I got into my mid-40s, I accepted the fact that I was due for glasses. It was pretty shocking when I got glasses again. My eyes were so much worse than I realized, and it was nice to be able to see kids' faces all the way down the hallway at school.
Yesterday was my annual check-up. My prescription had changed just a tiny bit in one eye, but otherwise, all was healthy. The most fascinating part of the appointment was the retinal imaging. I had never experienced this before and was so intrigued by the images and what they could see. Turns out I have some discoloration in the outer areas of both eyes. It's the kind of thing that may have always been there, but now we have a baseline and can watch it for changes. I wasn't expecting to be so surprised by my eye appointment, but it was both informative and interesting!
I've been waiting. I was sitting here, thinking about what to write about today. I had a TV show playing, "Only Murders in the Building" (Netflix), and decided to check my email. There it was. My Stitch Fix is ready for review. I don't always peek early, but sometimes I like to, so I can ditch anything that doesn't suit me.
I've been getting Stitch Fix since the fall and absolutely love it. The clothes I've gotten have elevated my style and helped me put outfits together like I've always wanted. With the season change, I've been looking forward to what they'll send me this time.
On another note, we've reached the end of THIS month! It's always fun to reconnect with this community and meet new friends along the way. I've enjoyed the month of your slices and hope to see you on Tuesdays.
My day has felt
like a shrug.
Not bad, just--shrug.
I read more
than I thought I would.
I cleaned less
than I thought I would.
I thought about
organizing.
And organized
nothing.
I sheltered in place
for a tornado warning.
It was short,
no damage.
I watched two episodes
of a show.
I ate good meals.
not fancy.
I talked to my mom
three times.
I let the dogs out
a dozen times.
I got groceries,
just a pickup.
I hydrated.
I sat.
I napped.
I sliced.
Shrug.
Anyway, this posts started this way because I sat down with my computer. I was thinking through my day, figuring out which part I wanted to write down. Then I realized I was able to spend a lot of time relaxing today. It felt like a "lazy day." I heard myself say it in my head and thought, a lazy day might be a time I feel like using the word lazy is okay. At least, when I've had a lazy day, or anyone else, it was probably needed. I enjoyed my rest today.
I didn't know.
Months ago, I made an impulse purchase of some scissors. More specifically, they are for cutting hair. I bought them without any real intent to use them, but I also secretly knew I probably would. Today is my daughter's birthday. It's a big one—18! We had big plans with family, food, and a tiny bit of shopping if we still had the energy.
As she got ready, I asked, "Hey, do you want me to trim your bangs?" I sounded confident when I asked, and to my surprise, Arie responded, "Yes!"
Downstairs, we went. I isolated the bangs, which were to her lips, and reassured her (and myself) that I would follow the existing angle that Ryan, our actual stylist, had established. I could feel my posture changing, my focus changing. I was using precision I didn't know I had. I was impressing myself. I finished and asked Arie to look in the mirror.
"Wow, you did such a good job. Like, wow, actually they look so good!"
I was also shocked. As we celebrated, we talked about her bangs randomly for the rest of the day. I didn't know I could do that!