Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts
Showing posts with label adventure. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Never "too old" for a play date ...

Several months ago, two of my friends and I decided we didn't see enough of each other, and determined to change that. I utterly adore these two fabulous women--in their own unique ways, they bring out the best in me. And sometimes snorting, when the three of us are together.

We agreed to meet regularly; the standing monthly appointment is on my calendar as a "Mental Health Break." We meet at Laughing Planet and hilarity ensues. Really, if you can't laugh at Laughing Planet ... At first, it seemed a little, well, silly, that three grown people would have to purposely schedule time to just hang out and catch up. But now we have done a few times, this is one appointment I don't want to miss.

We have no agenda for what's become a play date. We tried that once, an agenda. It didn't work. We were unanimous in that. So, we have no defined deliverable; there's no key indicator or metric used to measure our productivity. Wait. Scratch that. There is at least one measure ... how much my sides ache the following day from laughing at us. Laughter really is good medicine. And a fabulous ab workout. Never mind the dinosaurs. 

Last month, we discovered we all have
 birthdays within 30 days of each other. Who knows where it came from, but we ended up saying we should wear tiaras this month to celebrate. Kristina actually has one, and good girl, she wore it. I don't have a tiara, so I stopped at the craft store, and picked up supplies to make one. 




Unfortunately, Brenda couldn't join us this month. Since we didn't get to see her tiara, we made her a princess one. Complete with a castle, crown, cute little mirror, and frog prince (that I somehow managed to cut off in that bottom right corner). We'll deliver it tomorrow. :)



Two pictures at once ... talented paparazzi, we are.  



Long live play dates!! 

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Puzzle Perfect


It was my first “grown up” two-week vacation, and I was staying with my very best friend. In London. It was the first time my travel required a passport! My flight was scheduled for Sept 12, 2001, and for obvious reasons, my whole itinerary was pushed back two weeks. But I did go, and I wouldn’t trade that trip for anything. It was the first time I’d seen my sister-friend in a few years, and we made the most it. Proper English tea. A weekend in Paris. Cheese and wine in a French museum followed by the most amazing Monet. The first time I’ve been moved to tears by art. A beyond-words lovely day in Bath (no small thing for a Jane Austen fan). We had SUCH an adventure. So many new experiences. So much time together, celebrating the moment and imprinting the memories.
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For several summers, I've been part of my friend's hot air balloon crew. This year, he started teaching me to fly. No one in this season of my life knows  I've wanted to fly since I was 6 years old. Growing up, I dreamed of being a Navy pilot. I wanted so badly to fly aircraft off carriers. My junior year of high school, I started gathering the requisite recommendations for Annapolis. That summer, several family circumstances shifted, and I readjusted my college/career plans. These many years later, to be learning to fly ... I’m not sure there are words.
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I'm certain Andrea didn’t know why that holiday and hot air balloons are so meaningful to me when she picked out a seemingly innocent Christmas present. It's really not important. What matters is she listens between the words found a gift with meaning across several seasons of my life. She must have bribed the keeper of my sentimental bits. In any case, I couldn't have picked anything more perfect.



My heart is full. 


Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Shirk-um-stances Rerun


Last week, I noticed the iris on the north end of the house is trying to bloom.  In December.  I mused about boundaries, limiting influences, and living out one's assigned purpose. Here are my first take-away nuggets:

ignore the circumstances—do what you do
The iris is seemingly shirking its circumstances. It's not allowing boundaries (the blooming season) imposed by some outside force (time of year/weather) to shift its focus from its core function: to bloom. It might not be quite the right time, but that iris is ready! And in the meantime, it’s producing a little unexpected joy.

change is not an option
In some fashion or another, and whether we choose to accept it or not, we must change daily. On the micro level, our skin cells regenerate. Hair grows. We age. Life happens. If we only operate within pre-defined boundaries, we risk missing great adventure.

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Lately I've been working on our organizational 3 year strategic plan. This exercise has forced me to be more objective and view it from the outside-- the good, bad, and ugly—and be honest about what can be changed and what must be managed.  And I’m seeing two trends. We have some areas that, as the proverbial quip goes, “aren’t broken.” Yet I’m also seeing huge areas of opportunity. And in those areas of opportunity, we need to accelerate embracing the new way of doing things, even as we design on the fly. We need to start blooming now, or we may just miss it altogether.

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It’s unexpected to see this determined little iris in the midst of Christmas cheer. But just because something is unexpected, doesn’t mean it shouldn’t be celebrated. 

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Gratitutional

In keeping with the reflection theme, I revisited this list I started 2 years ago. At the time, I found myself struggling to not sprint my marathon ... to slow down enough to experience life as it happened instead of just rushing crazy mad from one thing straight to the next. It's too easy to let important things we know we ought to do fall by the wayside. Like telling someone when they do something we appreciate, for example. Life is too long not to appreciate the appreciable. And life is too short to live without an attitude of gratitude.

Among other things, I am thankful for...

... lazy evenings
with nothing planned but curling up on the couch with a movie or a good book.

... sunrises
no matter the size of the hairy beast you battled the day before, chances are pretty good it won't look so fierce in the brilliant light of a new day.

... a good book
a thick one with great characters and a believable plot; one you can get lost in on a rainy afternoon.

... rainy afternoons
to curl up with a fuzzy blanket, cup of hot chocolate, and, of course, a good book to get lost in.

... napping
'nough said

... old-fashioned letters
LOVE getting mail that isn't a bill or credit card solicitation. A hand-written note means the author really put some thought behind what they wanted to tell you. There's just no easy way to edit/copy/paste when composing a letter.

... puppy kisses
dogs don't care what you're wearing, if you're having a bad hair day, or what other people think; they love you simply because you're you, and you came home to them.

... blustery October "Winnie-the-Pooh" days
when it's still warm, but the wind is gusting just enough to whip the leaves around.

... heated seats
makes the early morning travel to practice so much more bearable.

... forgiveness
We're none of us perfect. We make mistakes, fall, pick ourselves up, hopefully learn something, and move on. I'm so thankful that God's grace flows freely and that He bears our burdens.

... kids
they're so innocent and full of awed wonder, not restricted by bias or tradition; they giggle at anything that strikes them funny, and they're generally dispositioned towards fun. They live life with gusto, totally spent at the end of each day. They don't sweat the small stuff, but find infinite joy in simply being alive.

... gray hair
it's genetic; a subtle reminder that some things just are outside your control. Ya gotta buckle up and hang on, because life is a wild ride. But instead of obsessing about trivial things, look at the big picture and concentrate on the stuff you CAN influence.

... grandparents
they keep family history, hope, and traditions alive. They tell you about all the crazy things your parents did when they were young. They're the hub that keeps everyone connected. I miss mine.

... moments
the stuff grand memories are made of.

... 2 am friends
they take your middle-of-the-night crisis calls and have your back, no explanations necessary. They walk beside you on the adventure through life's trials and triumphs, tolerate your foibles, laugh at your antics, understand the complexities of your character, and protect your vulnerable parts. AND, they claim you in public. :)

What would you add to the list?