Days, months, weeks, and sometimes even years - they all go by us. If we're lucky, we tame them long enough to feel like we were not just standing there as they went by; sometimes we actually feel present in them. But not enough. Too many amazing and wonderful things go by without so much as a nod or moment of appreciation. Because life happens. Because we get busy. Because we just keep going. This blog is a way to stop all of that spinning and pause some of those quiet, simple little moments that make us smile. Being grateful is not something that we just are - being grateful is something we should actively do. This is two friends living many, many miles apart, sharing their tiny little moments of gratitude in pictures with each other and with the world.

Friday, February 21, 2014

Cleansing/Repairing the Soul

Sometimes, I just need to cleanse myself. I am grateful for the tools that I have amassed to accomplish this "cleanse."

We all face difficulties, unpleasant experiences, traumas and sometimes the only way to lift up your soul, and step away from the deep dark hole that your soul sought refuge in, is to cleanse it.  

It is no secret that my posts harbor a negative side to them, but drizzled with the hopes of possibility and positivity.  I was operating in what I call “survival mode” – until now.

I am more optimistic about the future and as a result, my soul can step out of the cellar it was hiding in that shielded it from the passing tornado.  That cellar was dark, damp, and well, dirty.  My soul needs to be cleansed.

I wish I could say that my recent trauma was the first I’ve experienced in my life.  It wasn’t.  Here are the steps that I usually use to emerge from the darkness.



First step is a nice, long, hot shower.  Well, several nice long, hot showers.    

Second, eliminate the tense muscles and stress.  I usually opt for a massage. But, it could be any stress reliever - exercise, dancing around your living room to great music, anything.

Third, do something for myself, to feed my soul.  I write.  I wrote.  I am writing now about writing.

Fourth, pay mind to the food that I ingest and clean up my diet.  When my soul is in hiding, my mind and intestinal desires wander.  I tend to care less what I eat and whether or not it’s healthy.

Fifth, do something, anything, to make someone else happy.  This one requires some more thought.  But, helping someone else can easily help to repair your own soul. 

Last, when you are faced with difficulty, your mind tends to wander and it settles on the “what ifs” and “why’s.”  For me, the most important step in my healing process is to ground myself in each moment.  Be present.  Live in the now.


Life happens only once.  Don’t spend it in a dark, damp cellar pondering how you can change things.  

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Normalcy and Routines

I am grateful for normalcy and routine.  How often in my lifetime have I sat around thinking "I'm bored.  Whatever shall I do?"  Never again.  I was reminded in the last few weeks of the adage "you don't know what you've got 'til it's gone."  So true.  So true, indeed.

I have been stuck in my house for a long time, without the ability to leave and without a routine.  I stared at the clock watching the hours go by, as if they meant something.  They used to.  7 AM was "wake up" time.  8 AM was breakfast.  11 AM was nap time.  1 PM was wake up time.  1:30 PM was lunch, 3:30 PM was snack time, 5:30 PM was dinner time, 6 PM was bath time, and finally (and blissfully) 7 PM was the young-in's bed time!  The rest of the night was for the adults.  Well, the schedule and the resulting sense of normalcy has been thrown out the window the last few weeks.



We were dealing with extreme pain, sleepless nights, surgery, hospital time, a stomach bug and just really struggling to find our groove.  There really was no groove to find.  We were in survival mode.  It's only when you enter survival mode that you realize how comforting normalcy and routines can be.  I will never, ever take them for granted again.

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

Grateful #24 - nothing but time

While drinking copious amounts of coffee and stumbling on new DIY and
Pintrest-esq websites, I decided that being grateful for a specific thing was futile. I literally haven't left the house in 24 hours; the ice storm has rendered all of us stationary.  And while I couldn’t leave  or go to work, or do anything at all really, I did get to just sit in my pajamas all day, take a shower, and then put on different pajamas.  On a school day.   

It’s nothing deep or meaningful today – but I am grateful for unexpected (well I knew we didn’t have work today, but you get my point) me time.  The deep and meaningful things all went through my mind, but rather than detail the inner workings of my brain, I am just grateful for the time I had to actually have the time to think about whatever I wanted to think about, without feeling  guilty or like I should be doing something else.

Tuesday, February 11, 2014

Grateful #23 - the secret stories in our possessions

When my grandmother passed away, my mom gave me a few things that belonged to her.  One was a a fancy tissue case, which is resting on a framed picture of me and my grandmother, and the other was a Totes reusable shopping bag.  It zips and folds into a little pouch, and for months, it stayed all zipped up - I never used it.  One day, I decided to take it out and add it to my collection of kroger, trader joes, and wegman's shopping bags.  As soon as I unzipped it, I was overwhelmed, and literally knocked backwards by the smell of Channel perfume - my grandmother's very distinct  smell.  I didn't even have time to process why, but tears just came streaming out of my eyes; it was like she was right in front of me.  Now, I use this bag every time I go to the store.    I love this bag - it reminds me of how much of a bad-ass my grandmother was in general, but the fact that she was going all green by not using plastic bags at the grocery store before it was even a thing to do, makes me love her even more.

I am grateful for how many secret stories we have in our possessions.  No one knows that I think of my grandmother every time I go grocery shopping.  I bet I've passed someone in the aisles who is adding up his grocery bill with a pen that someone special gave him.  I'm sure I've been in line behind someone who is reminded of the first vacation she went on with her boyfriend or girlfriend as the little souvenir charm on her key chain dangles next to her supermarket savings card.  I'm sure we all have things that seem so commonplace to everyone.  Except to us. 

Monday, February 10, 2014

Grateful #22 - tiny gifts in the mail



Walking up to my front door, I saw the corner of a package on the doormat.  My first thought: Did I order something?  No, I have been so good about not ordering anything online since the "add to cart" catastrophe of Christmas 2013.  My second thought: no really, did i order something from the GAP by accident when I was browsing the cute, new spring trends?

And then I looked down and saw the unfamiliar colored packaging; I had no clue why my name was on this package, but all of a sudden I got so excited!  What IS it?? Did someone send me something in the mail??  I saw the Official Princeton University Store logo and then I remembered: my friend who works for a school in Princeton said she was going to send me a shirt.  I tore the package open; not being someone who celebrates christmas, i don't have the cliche "like a kid on christmas morning" metaphor to liken it to, but glee and mirth were definitely happening. 

I am grateful for the act of gift giving - not obligatory gift giving on holidays or birthdays, but the random, out of the blue, because I think you'd like this gift giving.  I didn't need a new shirt; I have a million shirts.   After I opened it, though, I decided I did need a new shirt.   I needed the idea of it, at least.  It solidified my notion that the people who do tiny, selfless, things for others, are the people who do the biggest things. 

Sunday, February 9, 2014

Grateful #21 - Coffee (but not how you think)




Coffee is a very obvious choice as to something I am grateful for, but I hadn’t written it about yet because I figured it was too obvious.   I mean it’s no secret that I have a very big love affair with coffee, but that does not make for a very good grateful blog post.  Until someone gave me this sign in the picture, I hadn’t thought of a good angle.  Here’s the new angle:  I get gifts from students, friends, and parents that are all usually coffee related.  Bags of coffee, coffee cups (both ceramic and travel), gift cards to coffee shops, coffee themed magnets, coffee jewelry (I wear a coffee bean necklace my mom gave me), and if you go to my favorite coffee shop and ask for a "Blair," they'll give you a coffee with a ridiculous amount of sugar-free vanilla syrup swimming at the bottom.   Clearly, I have a thing that I am known for loving excessively. I guess it made me realize that when I love something, I love it passionately and out loud and with a demand for attention.  Today, I am grateful for coffee because it reminded me that loving intensely is something I will never mind being known for. 

Saturday, February 8, 2014

Grateful #20 - other people's cool hobbies.



Nitro and electric remote control car driving from the parking lot of the Civic Center in downtown Atlanta.  It's pretty much awesome. 

My friend shared one of her hobbies with me today, which in itself is something I am grateful for - my hobbies are not very shareable like that.  I can't write with people, and I can't play tennis with friends if they don't know how to play well.  But driving remote control cars - that is something that anyone can do together. 

I love learning new things - most of the time new knowledge comes from things I've read or things I've heard.  Being a kinesthetic learner, however, makes learning certain things much easier for me - like being able to use the remote control to feel how the cars pick up speed, traction, take turns, and skid out.  I was able to determine at what point I needed to start turning in order to not flip the car, and I was able to get the other car free from the staircase by driving mine at it to knock it loose.  I learned all of those things today.  I did listen to my friend tell me about how the engine works and how the temperature has to stay somewhere near 180 degrees, but that stuff doesn't really make sense to me as much - I learn better and more thoroughly by actually doing something.  I am grateful for being able to learn something completely new - not from a book, a newscast, a story online, a youtube video, or from someone telling me.  I learned how to do something new today by actually doing it. 

Friday, February 7, 2014

Grateful #19 - jeans and sneakers



Clothing definitely affects mood.  When you put on that outfit that makes you feel attractive, pretty, handsome, skinny -  you tend to feel better about your life that day.  For some reason, when you think you look good, you perform better at work, you interact with people better; you just do better.   When we have big meetings, interviews, or important social functions, we dress to impress - not just others, but we dress to impress ourselves, so that in turn, we impress others. 

Today, I did not let clothing dictate my mood, but instead, I let my mood take precedent over my need to impress.   I just wanted to be warm and comfy, it was that simple.  So I threw on jeans, sneakers, and a hoodie.  I am not trying to impress, turn heads, or feel powerful.  I am just reveling in comfort.  Today, I am grateful for the times I can detach from the societal pressures of needing to look good in order to feel good, and just simply be me.  And still feel good.    

Thursday, February 6, 2014

Grateful #18 - Decisions


Not me in this picture, fyi.  I couldn't decide what to take a picture of. 
They say that the average classroom teacher will make 1,500 educational decisions in one school day.  That does not include non-educational decisions like, "can i get away with throwing myself out of this window, faking (or not faking) injury, and going to the hospital if these kids do not get quiet?" (I'm kidding, I only thought that once).  Or,  "Should I say something to that kid about standing up for herself and being proud of her accomplishments instead of apologizing for them?"  The point is that during a given school day, it's nearly impossible not to think about something or someone else, not to have to decide something, not to have to make a split second choice - something even as little as "which kid should I call on?"  It makes going home and deciding what to make myself for dinner, almost too difficult. 

But when you do start to make dinner and an email comes in from an athlete's parent that ends with, "thanks for all you're doing for my daughter, she really takes your advice to heart" - somehow it makes everything quiet.  It's not the praise or acknowledgement that make it so meaningful.  It's that she definitely didn't need to say a word, but she made a decision to thank me.    I didn't have to make any decisions; I was the decision.  I am grateful for people who make decisions to make someone else feel special.  It's so small.  And it's so big. 

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

What am I grateful for?

What am I grateful for?  Today this just seems like an unanswerable question.  There seems to be more days like this than ever.  But, just because life slaps you one hundred times, from every direction, a la Hecatonchires, making your head spin around incessantly, doesn’t mean that you have to succumb to negativity. Perhaps while your head is spinning around you just sort of "check out" and go along for the ride.

Today, I am neutral. 
(He's a pretty bad ass warrior)



Today, although I am having a tough time pinpointing one particular thing to be grateful for, I do recognize the bigger picture – I have a beautiful family consisting of a loving and supportive husband and a son whose smile is “to die for.”  I have awesome parents, siblings and friends (wow, a shout out yesterday AND today!).  I have a home.  I have most of my desires fulfilled.  I have more than the average person probably.  I just have that one kink - my son's health. 

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

Seemingly Endless Support

This post is a tribute to those people who have really been there for us.  I am eternally grateful (and wrote this blog post to prove it!). 

To my husband: Thank you for your endless love, support and patience.  Though you cannot be here every day with us, I know we are always on your mind.

To my parents:  Thank you for dropping everything, including work, to stay with us and care for us during a difficult time, twice.  It was very comforting to not be alone in those low times.

To my friends:  I really needed that night out.  Thank you.  Many of you have endeavored to help fulfill all of DJ’s needs, tried to cheer him up with gifts, though unnecessary, and that is/was really heartwarming. Thank you for your ear(s).

To the blog supporters:  Your comments inspire me to continue on this journey of written word.  Please keep commenting.  I read and cherish every comment.  If you have not commented, please do – it gives me strength.



To everyone else:  Thank you for being patient with me.  J  That one was a long time coming…


Sunday, February 2, 2014

Appreciation for Yesteryear

Every once in a while, through all of the stress and pain, I catch sight of a fleeting moment of joy, pleasure, and pure happiness.  They are few and far between these days, but when that moment arrives, it smacks me in the face and sends me back to a carefree time that I can appreciate now.  How often do you look back on your life and say things like “wow, those were the best years” or “I looked so young and innocent then.”  Of course, if you knew in that moment that you’d have future thoughts that would cause you to yearn for yesteryear, you might very well live your life differently, and with a stronger purpose. 


There are fleeting moments where I feel…happy.  There are moments when I feel “normal.” I realized today that without feeling lows, you cannot possibly appreciate the importance of the days of happiness and normalcy.  My trigger today was my son’s belly laugh, caused by a television commercial.