My life has been incredibly chaotic. At least I think so. Work has been busy, I've taken on a role at the boys school that has taken up more of my time than I expected, and the boys have had all their normal busy sports schedules. I've done some traveling this fall that wasn't normal with a trip to LA to spend some time with my aunt, a trip to Moab to complete a Half Marathon I didn't have time to train for, and a work trip to Milwaukee and a quick one to St. George. See. Busy.
But all of this busyness is my choice. I accept that and I'm not complaining. I'm also not looking for sympathy or trying to find excuses for not writing. They were simply choices.
This morning I was reading a blog and came across this letter written by Fiona Apple. I could not make it past the first paragraph without crying. It really puts life into perspective and I am thankful for mine, as crazy and chaotic as it is.
http://pmcoolthings.tumblr.com/post/36154747816/fiona-apples-moving-letter-to-fans-about-her-ailing
~Peace and Joy
Saturday, November 24, 2012
Wednesday, April 25, 2012
The 5 A’s
I started this week with a great deal of optimism. It has dwindled to the point of not know what to do next, or even wanting to do anything. I can’t seem to figure IT out this week.
My boss, who is an eternal optimist, shared with me this story. It was a great reminder for me as I deal with everything I’m not feeling great about. It’s too good not to share.
(Names have been changed to protect the anonymous )
Back in high school my good friend John wanted to join the football team. John was an exemplary student who ended up being top of our class academically. His father told him that he could play football but that his grades could not suffer.
Report card day came and his dad had a ritual of calling each of his children in the study to review the grades. John invited me to dinner that night. He wanted some support because he had gotten a B+ in Russian and figured his dad would be easier on him with me in the house.
After dinner, John’s dad called him into the study. I heard his dad say, “JOHN! WHAT DO I SEE HERE?” John replied with, “I hope you see the 5 A’s.”
What is the moral of this story? I’ll let you decide.
My boss, who is an eternal optimist, shared with me this story. It was a great reminder for me as I deal with everything I’m not feeling great about. It’s too good not to share.
(Names have been changed to protect the anonymous )
Back in high school my good friend John wanted to join the football team. John was an exemplary student who ended up being top of our class academically. His father told him that he could play football but that his grades could not suffer.
Report card day came and his dad had a ritual of calling each of his children in the study to review the grades. John invited me to dinner that night. He wanted some support because he had gotten a B+ in Russian and figured his dad would be easier on him with me in the house.
After dinner, John’s dad called him into the study. I heard his dad say, “JOHN! WHAT DO I SEE HERE?” John replied with, “I hope you see the 5 A’s.”
What is the moral of this story? I’ll let you decide.
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