Life amazes me - daily.
Every day offers something new and different.
I woke up this morning contemplating if I would ever reach the $3000 minimum to ride AIDS/LifeCycle this coming May. And if by change I do raise that much money in these tough time, what happens if my husband doesn't. To date I have raised just over $700, and not from lack of trying.
And then I got an email from Camp Laurel. For those of you that don't know Camp Laurel is a non-profit organization for HIV infected and affected children, by sending them to camp (regardless of their income) for one week. For one week these children get to live it up - for a lot of them this is the one week a year where they are like every other child.
Camp Laurel has asked me to join in the planning efforts for this years ride. So even if I can't ride for ALC - I can still ride for AIDS.
I wish a magic fairy would fly down and drop $2000 in both mine and my hubbies fundraising account. I wish I would get more work. I wish, I wish, I wish.
Is anyone else felling the same way I am? I'm sure they are -
Friday, February 20, 2009
Monday, February 16, 2009
Blogging is not for everyone - neither is saying NO
I was inspired with blogging few months ago when I became s subscriber to a friends blog. I read his blog each and every morning with my first cup of coffee. Prior to picking up the morning newspaper, before I check my email I'm reading about his prior day events. My friend has been disgnosed with Cancer and he is unable to speak. I admire his courage and strength. And his sense of humor.
Him and I are not at all alike. He has such a incredible memory and attention to detail. Words flow onto his key board - magically. I think this may happen because of his great memory (which I do not have) and his love of writing. I started blogging because of him and to see if writing would help me remember last years events or sometimes even yesterdays.
It occured to me - if you are doing what you love you are more likely to remember. So what do I love? I'm not really sure. I try to do so many things, I have trouble telling people no.
First I must make a list of everything I do and then decide which ones come first. Gardening, training my dog, training myself for AIDS LifeCycle, TRL for ALC, teaching Wicca, studying wicca, spending time with my husband, my family, my friends.
I love my Dog
I love my Husband, and my family.
I like to garden,
AIDS is a part of my life and so is Wiccan.
So I have decided to slow down a bit. I will no longer be teaching Wiccan on Sundays.
But I will continue to study it and walk the path. That is right. I actually told someone no yesterday. No I can not teach the class.
Today I am off work. I think I'll drive down the coast. Read a book, clean out my drawers (they are a mess) and prepare a workshop for ALC.
And say NO one more time today.
Him and I are not at all alike. He has such a incredible memory and attention to detail. Words flow onto his key board - magically. I think this may happen because of his great memory (which I do not have) and his love of writing. I started blogging because of him and to see if writing would help me remember last years events or sometimes even yesterdays.
It occured to me - if you are doing what you love you are more likely to remember. So what do I love? I'm not really sure. I try to do so many things, I have trouble telling people no.
First I must make a list of everything I do and then decide which ones come first. Gardening, training my dog, training myself for AIDS LifeCycle, TRL for ALC, teaching Wicca, studying wicca, spending time with my husband, my family, my friends.
I love my Dog
I love my Husband, and my family.
I like to garden,
AIDS is a part of my life and so is Wiccan.
So I have decided to slow down a bit. I will no longer be teaching Wiccan on Sundays.
But I will continue to study it and walk the path. That is right. I actually told someone no yesterday. No I can not teach the class.
Today I am off work. I think I'll drive down the coast. Read a book, clean out my drawers (they are a mess) and prepare a workshop for ALC.
And say NO one more time today.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
To Be or Not to Be
Why do we as humans constantly compare ourselves to others? Why can't we be raised to think and believe that it is ok to be the best we can be? Instead of - I wish I could write like that person, I wish I could speak that him/her. If only I were good at.....
The bottom line is I know very few people who think and feel this way. Maybe my daughter. What did I do to make her so confident? Actually it would be more accurate to say what didn't I do to make her so confident? I would have never won a mother of the year contest.
My point is I really want to just be happy just being me. I'm not miserable, but I want to be content with my career, my vocabulary, my life. I want to believe that not remember every little detail of my day doesn't make me a loser or a prime candidate for Alshiemers (and I'm not going to look up that word).
Blogging takes effort - like going to the gym or remembering. Or dieting, or not drinking your favorite beverage.
Effort according to the dictionary means - exertion of physical or mental power. So it is kind of like work. No wonder it no fun. Why can effort mean doing something that stimulates neurons in you body, causing pleasure and the feeling of happiness.
To be or not to be - today I choose to be! What about you?
The bottom line is I know very few people who think and feel this way. Maybe my daughter. What did I do to make her so confident? Actually it would be more accurate to say what didn't I do to make her so confident? I would have never won a mother of the year contest.
My point is I really want to just be happy just being me. I'm not miserable, but I want to be content with my career, my vocabulary, my life. I want to believe that not remember every little detail of my day doesn't make me a loser or a prime candidate for Alshiemers (and I'm not going to look up that word).
Blogging takes effort - like going to the gym or remembering. Or dieting, or not drinking your favorite beverage.
Effort according to the dictionary means - exertion of physical or mental power. So it is kind of like work. No wonder it no fun. Why can effort mean doing something that stimulates neurons in you body, causing pleasure and the feeling of happiness.
To be or not to be - today I choose to be! What about you?
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