I really wish I were brave. One of the challenges for this 30 days is a picture of something I find beautiful or inspiring. I am going to try to not do the same old picture of my deck. Walking into work this morning I kind of had the Monday blahs and then………… right in front of me…. was THE most gorgeous guy ever! Even though he was wearing jeans and a nice shirt he was spot on! He had salt and pepper hair and a beard and was so put together in a rugged way I swooooooned! And then…. he smiled the most genuine smile and seriously his eyes twinkled. He told me to have a great day and let me tell you he set the tone. NOW I wish I would have explained to him I need to take a picture a day of something beautiful blah blah blah and tag you’re it…. but that might have been creepy so I did not. So thank you gorgeous stranger for making my morning beautiful!
I come from a loooooong line of pack rats. My mom is one, my Aunt Theresa was one and I am so glad they were.. I keep thinking I need to clean out my storage unit and some boxes in my apartment and rid myself of stuff. Then I run across something like this and think why… why do I feel the need to purge things that mean something special to me. Yes they are just things but the memories and smiles they evoke are amazing. When my aunt died and they went through her basement they found almost every single letter, picture, drawing and card I had ever sent and not only me but my kids. They bagged them up for me and what a gift.
My son was always into drawing and he was good at it. He drew the most amazing picture and then painted it with water colors for the water fowl festival. He won that year and I remember Mr. Tuning (the art teacher and artist) telling me that it was like one he had hanging in the Pine Room but he had to be honest, Levi’s was better. I could not wait to get it home and frame it. Levi had other ideas and he drew a police car speeding across the water right over the painting! He told me he did not know I would want it. I really should have kept it! But this card…he drew when he was about 8 or 9 and colored it in with chalks, included a sweet note inside and sent it to his great great Aunt Theresa. She kept everything and I am so happy because this will be framed and hung on my wall.
My mom also kept a lot of what we gave her or drew as kids. I found this the last time I was home and it just cracks me up. Such an innocent time.
A. No wonder my career as a high fashion designer did not pan out.
B. I was relieved to see she checked the YES box!!
Of course I am notorious pack rat as well… I did this mold of Kayla’s hand when she was about 4 months old. That makes this gem 30 years old. I so wish they had that kit when Levi was a baby. It is one of the best baby gifts I got and I will keep this forever. It has definitely seen better days but I love it. Hmmmmm I wonder if Levi would let me make a mold of his hands now…
It seems so silly and so simple but really, finding beauty in every day things these days can be kind of tough. So I am thankful for pack rats, I am thankful for gorgeous random guys, I am thankful that I inherited the pack rat gene. I am about 3000 steps from my 10K for the day but not going to sweat it. My back hurts and my leg is numb so if I meander in my apartment another 3000 cool if not that is ok too. I love Mark and Angel Hack Life and have shared their posts in the past. So since part of this 30 days is being grateful I leave you with this….
The unique privilege of being YOU.
YOU are one of a kind. You are lucky enough to have something that makes you different from everyone else. Embrace your individuality. Self-worth comes from one thing: thinking that you are worthy. So appreciate what it feels like underneath your own skin. You are amazing just the way you are.
Too many days are wasted comparing ourselves to others and wishing to be someone or something we aren’t. Every one of us has our own strengths and weaknesses, and it is only when you accept everything you are, and aren’t, that you will truly find the happiness and fulfillment you seek.