Tuesday after Springing forward


ahh tuesday do what i forgot mon

Waking up to the second day of the work week after the springing forward is always a challenge.

Life seems to come at you with full force, adding a few new surprises as a bit of a bang for your buck.

I work to find my happy place. Sleep, wildflowers, music and laughter. Playing and hugs.

Then the phone rings and I am slapped back into this reality.

But it lingers there, my happy place.

I know that I will make it through the day as I am a survivor.

I keep hope alive.

Lately I also ingest a lot of caffeine. It’s worth it to get things done.

Plus it’s the day to do all those extra bangs from yesterday and put the others in the tomorrow pile… you never know Ed McMahon could show up at my door! If he’s still around! Or in ghost form, whichever! Just bring me the check!

Have a fabulous day!

Wildflowers


I am like the wildflowers.

The manicured look is not for me.

My garden is the world I live in wherever that may be.

I’m told they are weeds, just useless flowers that aren’t meant for anything.

I find them beautiful.

A wildflower from a child given is something of beauty.

Yet some see them in a different light.

I love how they are free to grow wherever they land.

I would rather have wildflowers than vases of roses.

I see myself in their simplicity.

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