So, how about the high points, cuz I have come to realize that who the heck wants to hear the low points. At least in great detail. Everybody has "stuff". Burdens and crosses to bear. Some heavier then others, which are the ones we need to be conscience of on the days our own troubles seem to be weighing us down. Some are absolutely easier then others. Some people even appear to live a charmed life that we envy and pine for and maybe just maybe, a fortunate few, are actually living that charmed and perfect life. However, that is not me. Not by a long shot. I am flawed. Big time. I struggle with internal pressures and stresses. I certainly have external pressures and stress that I myself wonder how I juggle it all. But I do. Albeit not as gracefully as I would like. Marriage is hard. Raising children is hard. Raising a child that is 100% dependent on you, is really hard. Life is just hard. No one promised it any other way though. So we roll with what we have been given. Complain and vent to those who love us and understand and then we move on. Move onto the beauty. Clinging in some moments to the beauty that is scattered amongst the chaos.
This week my beautiful chaos included:
Oh, so this was a fun one. Or maybe funny, in a sick and at my expense kind of way but definitely does not fall in the beauty part.
See, tomorrow I will be visiting my friendly neighborhood dentist, who will fix my shattered tooth. Yep, had a craving for something sweet. Not much to choose from. It was nearly midnight, so I grabbed these, which I seriously don't even like. Popped that sucker in my mouth and thought um, these sprinkles are extra crunchy. Well, so not sprinkles, but more like my tooth. That was an excellent way to end the day. Don't you think?
This one is so much better. Promise.
My girl picking up her wedding dress. The dress is simply gorgeous on her. Oh to be 25, blonde and 5'10". I cried when she first picked it out months back and when we went to pick it up the other day, I mostly smiled and thought wow, my baby girl is really getting married but when they put on the veil, that was it. I was a blubbering mess. As the girls in the shop said, as they were handing me tissues, suddenly the pretty dress became your daughters wedding dress.
And the next day found me celebrating the impending arrival of my second granddaughter. Talk about huge life events. Talk about blessed and lucky.
Dinner and a movie with my dad and Jess and Caitlin. Went to the restaurant my beautiful niece works at. Sat at the table right in the kitchen. So fun and then off to see "Les Miserables". Which I loved. Because in another life I would live in NY, and be a dancer and an actress. Neither talents which I currently possess. Not even close.
And in another life I also would be an archaeologist. True story I tell you. In which case, museums and I don't see nearly enough of each other. But lucky for me Zoey is a super little traveler and it's an added bonus that the boys love museums almost as much as I do. We had such a good time at LACMA on the Martin Luther King Jr. holiday. And it was free that day. Which was even better.
his "blue period", as his absolute favorite piece of art of the day.
The rest of my week, well, held a little of this ... a brand spanking new drive thru Starbucks AND a free drink. Doesn't take much to make me happy.
A little of this ... some time alone at the park to read. 1 hour of pausing to take some quiet, stop my perpetual motion, me time. Never happens. It's a start. I need to do more of this. Finished a book this week. 'Sarah's Key'. Totally enjoyed it and began another 'Light Between Two Oceans'. Determined to finish a few books a month in the upcoming year.
This little beauty is right outside my front door. Super tiny. The picture makes it look much larger then it actually is. It's a hummingbird nest. Last time one was made in this same tree, the baby didn't make it. I am hoping for a different outcome this time.
I will close with one of my many favorites from the museum. In all honesty, one of my top favorites was the mummy sarcophagus but I didn't want to creep anyone out so I will go with a runner up.
Picasso's 'Weeping Woman with Handkerchief'. Its how I feel somedays. And probably look on somedays as well, if the truth be told. But you know, don't we all have days like that? The key is, swinging the pendulum and getting yourself back to a place of feeling more like this:
After my dentist appointment tomorrow, how about I let you know which one I am feeling more connected to. I am really hoping for the latter. Hope along with me, okay?