“I woke up in a bedroom not mine.”
buahha…Megan read that and said, “It sounds like you were in a bedroom you shouldn’t have been in.”
Let me clarify, for anyone who may have had a, WTH moment of thought, concerning this line. A bedroom not mine, was actually, our spare bedroom. I was so clogged up from the cold that I kept Megan awake the previous night. So! After the Celtics lost, out of consideration for Megan’s sleeping needs, I slept in the spare bedroom where I could cough all night without disturbing Megan 🙂 There you have it. I just like to play with words and ‘I slept in a bedroom not my own’ was much more entertaining for me to write rather than a standard line of blobityblip.
I hope everyone is ready for the weekend!
Good morning, evening, or day! Depending on where you’re currently sitting.
I’m having a great morning and wanted to spread the feeling to anyone who stumbles upon this post.
And just in case you might need a bit of a pick-me-up, here’s this:
- You kick ass as you.
- You don’t need permission.
- You are loved.
- You are strong.
- You’re one step away from the next.
- Look up, the sky sees you, you are never alone.
- Close your eyes. See it. Get it.
Uplifting words from a four year old:
“Bless you, Daddy.”
I sneezed upstairs while in my office. Gavin was downstairs. Hearing his raised voice to offer comfort for something out of his control was, indeed, uplifting. It’s the small things I let direct me.
Wellness is a non-stretched smile, one that sometimes isn’t even there at all; born on the inside, full of courage brightening our soul and exiting through our eyes. -M. Taggart
It’s all fine. Until it’s not. Although, from a child’s point of view it’s possibly only about sticks and stones and how far will this jump take them over the brook. Landing midway, a smile breaks out from underneath the learned hardness, as if the smile were welcoming themselves home again. This is you. With the water streaming around your small legs, yet to grow into adulthood because this is you; a child wearing a smile standing in a brook after having jumped directly into the middle without a care. And all of the trees waved in the wind.
Read more Odd Walking Thoughts here:
One of the most beautiful moments of humanity
that I’ve witnessed was viewed from a window
in a town that was not my own. And there I sat-
watching people I do not know gifting gracious
smiles to one another while walking through
the small town square during a snow storm.
It’s all misleading
What creation are you
I is the self that self creates
alone and along with the ride
I’m not here to wither
So please, don’t forgive me
I smile at trees
Especially on windy days
Knowing my secrets