we had fortune cookies today and this was mine
and I was thinking -don’t we all think this and almost know it to be true- with such certainty that any other idea would be absurd
Most days I actually feel like I am still at the beginning of my life, but with bits of wisdom, pain and glory that could only be gifts of the middle.
Where did July go? As beautiful as it was it was fast. Click here for stuff I learned in July
I have spent the last school year trying to do it all -constantly trying to figure out how I can be everywhere, do everything and provide for myself and my family.
I feel like I am running through life, head down to the task, no chance to think or catch my breath and at times I barely recognized myself. I am pretty sure my happiness has been slipping, as a result.
Add to that, I am in a hurry to be everything and do everything somehow before I turn 50, so I can slide into it fully impressed with where I am at and who I am.
This is coming a little fast.
biting at my heels, actually
One could argue that all of this responsibility and goal setting and doing is a kind of YOLO but it has eaten up the other YOLO- you know, the fun YOLO. I think I will call it my YOLO MOJO.
I am a worried that I have forgotten how to relax and have a really great time. I am always focussed on the next task and how to make it all possible
Have I misplaced my YOLO MOJO ?
I have spent this month with two amazing 15 year olds and they have taught me about YOLO- their answer to everything
YOU ONLY LIVE ONCE
say it with me
YOLO
I think maybe this has to be my new campaign. Finding my YOLO MOJO. Can the two of me co-exist and still get a solid 6 hours of sleep?
I welcome your advice or access to a fabulous cloning machine.
Click here for my very sophisticated blog post-“if I only had a peepee” on words for Wednesday
I went to a country party on Saturday night and the backdrop was like a dream
There was a magnificent house, standing like an old man with a long story, each piece of wood in its walls whispering a secret
it was open to the field and the pond like a child open and waiting for direction
and in the house, unrelated treasures so breathtakingly assorted and dropped into place as if they were always there – such a visual relief from so many homes that match and reflect nothing of the people who live there
I walked through thinking just to be there I felt I knew the hosts intimately
And the willows that dip and bend and drop their unruly hair to cover their faces – surrounded the magnificent pond that sat so still like a mirror- I could barely stand how other worldly and beautiful it was
For so many minutes I forgot there were over 100 people there and a band playing and food and people to talk to
Instead I wondered for so long about how inspiring it would be to live there and wake up to this every day and feel you were in an enchanted forest, in a house with such bulging charm
where anything could happen and nothing would be regular