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It’s over a year now since we returned from the Big Trip so it’s all a bit hazy – not too surprising when you realize I have trouble remembering yesterday. The nice people at…
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A great reminder on Peace From Panic!!
I wouldn’t call myself a perfectionist. I used to though. It really bothered me if everything wasn’t just right. I’d feel anxious if the house wasn’t clean, the girls’ toys weren’t put away, or dirty dishes were left in the sink. I’d be hard on myself if I didn’t cook amazing meals every night or if I didn’t exercise enough that week.
I thought I had to be the perfect mom, wife, daughter, friend, cook, gardener, and housekeeper — all the time. It was exhausting. I wasted a lot of energy striving for unrealistic goals and self-imposed high expectations.
I’ve learned to let go. To be gentle and not criticize myself when things don’t go the way I planned. Give myself a break when I don’t accomplish what I set out to do that day. Let myself indulge on deliciously rich foods. Say no when my schedule is too hectic.
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This is Being Lydia!
We were moving my ex out of the house we shared. Finally, I was going to get all of my belongings, which would hopefully give me some closure. The only reason I offered to help was I wanted to make sure I got what was mine, including half of the damage deposit.
I worked hard at cleaning each room as we emptied it. The huge window in the living room took awhile but I got it sparkling, at least on the inside. We loaded up his truck and my car once more for his new place before we would load my car with my stuff and call it a night.
When we got back to the house I thought something was wrong. The window I worked so hard on was once again dark and blurry. As we came up to the door we could see the smoke…
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Let me ask you a question:
What is the most beautiful place you’ve ever visited?
And don’t forget, you can leave your link multiple times!!
This is Misty Books!!
I was out when they phoned the first time.
They left a message on the answer phone apparently.
As usual I never listened to it.
Well you don’t do you? It’s usually PPI, or double glazing, or that bloke from Sky I’m having a row with – still!
Then someone called round.
With a friend.
The neighbour told them I’d gone into town. He said they seemed a bit put out even though he’d said that he thought that I wouldn’t be long.
In fact, he told me later that he thought he’d heard one of them mutter, ‘bollocks!‘ under his breath.
I got a couple of texts on the mobile. ‘Ring! Urgently!‘ they said. But my battery was nearly flat so I put it off.
Unfortunately the emails they sent went straight to ‘junk‘. I never look in there – do you?
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Let me ask you a question:
My personal mission statement is: Seek out ways to add value to the world around me, every day.
Do you think it is important to be intentional about your daily interactions with other people?
Ok so here are the rules:
See ya on Monday!!
This is Tales From the Cabbage Patch!
Today I am grateful that Xpresspost (Canada Post’s supposedly fast, cost-effective service with tracking and on-time guarantees) finally got it right. Late, to be sure, but right in the end. This is one of those stories that my father surely would have told about one of his friends had it happened to them so I am confident that I would have his approval to share this story with you.
Laughter‘, my father was a paranoid schizophrenic and an alcoholic. When he was compliant with his medications, he was a happy fella who loved to play the fiddle, tell stories, a few jokes and the odd outlandish tale. He had the greatest laugh to go along with all those jokes and stories. In his heart of hearts, he was your typical…
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