So much inspiration, so little time

I'm not a big fan of recreating the proverbial wheel. Especially if someone else has been terrifically brilliant. So I go looking for inspiration, and I am very rarely disappointed. The problem is that--like with so many other things--there really can be too much of a good thing. 

Sometimes I wonder how I managed before Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest ... but then I remember my Pollyanna sees opportunity in, well, nearly everything.

When I kept the commitment to myself to start this project, I really did worry if I would have enough things to write about. At least, enough things of significance to write about. Or, more accurately, enough topics other people would think significant enough to read. Lately, I've noticed I make mental notes--gee, that photo or that interaction would be a great blog topic. And I have a space staked out in Evernote to corral them all. The Idea Bucket doth indeed runneth over. 

But back to my point about too much of a good thing: I've been spinning wheels lately, not quite sure where to start. Thinking about the right angle to approach a topic from. Deciding how to put down my thoughts in a coherent manner. Finding an appropriate photo or image. Catching myself editing a post I haven't even written yet. And then realizing another day has passed and there are more ideas flooding aforementioned Idea Bucket. 

Time to give myself permission to stop over-thinking things and just do. 

Ta-da. 

To-done. 

More to come ...

Spring cleaning infection

It happens annually. About this time. The overwhelming urge to purge, arrange, organize, clean. 

via Pinterest

This year, the spring cleaning virus has infected my diet as well. It's time to get serious about my health, my weight, my attitude and relationship with food. Out with the bad'uns. Time to make more room for the good stuff. 

For further inspiration, I reviewed my 2012 Counting list (see under "healthy habits" and "accomplishment--permission to abandon old stuff"). Yup. Time for a little more focused, and tangible discipline. 

Who's with me?

Family Bonding

My family has always bonded over manual labor. Not sure why, exactly; it's always been that way. It's something that just is... When I was little, it was never a question of "if" but rather "what" chore you were going to do. Although, I always had a choice. Did I want to clear the table or wipe the silverware? Did I want to dust or vacuum? Haul wood or ... well, you get the idea.

And a holiday weekend, with "daylight burning," is no exception.