I found this so unbelievably inspirational, I just had to share. This is Jenny Lawson from The Bloggess doing an Ignite presentation in Utah. Thanks, Jenny! You're amazing.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
All Stressed Up and No Place to Go
So why is it that one minute I can be absolutely fine, and the very next I am so stressed out that my heart is racing and I feel close to the edge. The ridiculous part is it's usually the very tiny things that do it. Why?
It's the 'why' that gets me. The not knowing what actually does the pushing. So I begin a quiet contemplation. Meditation, if you will. Quiet here is relative considering I have two noisy children in the other room that keep getting louder and louder. I breathe in. I breath out. Nice, long, deep breaths. My heart is still racing but I am calmer. I am able to think.
Epiphany. I think one of the reasons I accelerate from zero to 60 in the space of a heartbeat is the feeling of being caught in the middle. When I'm talking to someone and my children run up to me todemand ask for a refill of their drink cup; I am caught in the middle between my kids and the person on the phone. When my husband is on the phone and the kids are being noisy he asks me to keep them quiet. Therefore, I'm caught in the middle between the kids and the huz.
In a five minute period of time, I've been asked twice to keep the kids quiet, told the kids no fewer than five times to be quieter, been told once by my 6 year old that she's hungry and wants a sandwich, been informed once by my 8 year old that she thinks the cat has urinated on the sofa - all while I've been writing this post. Busy much?
Now that I've figured out a piece of the puzzle, I'll have to set about working out some possible solutions.
Any advice?
It's the 'why' that gets me. The not knowing what actually does the pushing. So I begin a quiet contemplation. Meditation, if you will. Quiet here is relative considering I have two noisy children in the other room that keep getting louder and louder. I breathe in. I breath out. Nice, long, deep breaths. My heart is still racing but I am calmer. I am able to think.
Epiphany. I think one of the reasons I accelerate from zero to 60 in the space of a heartbeat is the feeling of being caught in the middle. When I'm talking to someone and my children run up to me to
In a five minute period of time, I've been asked twice to keep the kids quiet, told the kids no fewer than five times to be quieter, been told once by my 6 year old that she's hungry and wants a sandwich, been informed once by my 8 year old that she thinks the cat has urinated on the sofa - all while I've been writing this post. Busy much?
Now that I've figured out a piece of the puzzle, I'll have to set about working out some possible solutions.
Any advice?
Monday, July 11, 2011
Never Lie to a Woman
I was sent this by my wonderful aunt - we just discovered each other. She's been missing from our family for the past 60 some odd years. Enjoy!
A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends."
"We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box? We're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up. Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas!"
The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.
The following weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.
The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?
He said, "Yes! Lots of salmon, some bluegill, and a few swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"
The wife replied, "I did. They're in your fishing box."
Never Lie to a Woman
A man called home to his wife and said, "Honey I have been asked to go fishing up in Canada with my boss and several of his friends."
"We'll be gone for a week. This is a good opportunity for me to get that promotion I've been wanting, so could you please pack enough clothes for a week and set out my rod and fishing box? We're leaving from the office and I will swing by the house to pick my things up. Oh! Please pack my new blue silk pajamas!"
The wife thinks this sounds a bit fishy but being the good wife she is, did exactly what her husband asked.
The following weekend he came home a little tired but otherwise looking good.
The wife welcomed him home and asked if he caught many fish?
He said, "Yes! Lots of salmon, some bluegill, and a few swordfish. But why didn't you pack my new blue silk pajamas like I asked you to do?"
The wife replied, "I did. They're in your fishing box."
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