Reflections

Several weeks ago, I stumbled upon a quote that has been rolling around in my head since, even though I can't recall the exact words. Some brilliant soul put it, oh so much more eloquently, but I have faith that I can pass on the sentiment, although butcher it I might. It was along the lines of... The possibility that you are not living your best life will always haunt you... Truer words may never have been spoken. To the likes of curious folks like myself anyhow.

This applies to my very recent life just so perfectly. I have been very busy making a very big decision. It has consumed all of my thoughts and all of my life for the past month. I decided to accept a new job after making hundreds of pros and cons lists, second guessing, justifying, having meltdowns one second and overwhelming assurance I was making a smart decision the next. Jesus, it's hard being me. It's hard even explaining me. Over analyzing just might be my fatal flaw. The absolute end of me. The only human who has real potential to think herself right to death. And then, after a solid month of thinking I was definitely taking this job, I undecided my decision in one morning. And I couldn't be happier. In this particular instance, the grass wasn't greener on the other side. And I am not one to buy into that sentiment. In fact, I can't think of a faster ticket to a mediocre life than by following that sentiment. One should occasionally assess their situation. Absolutely, sometimes you should test out the neighbors grass. I assessed, and my grass (come to find out) is pretty wonderfully comfy. I love my grass. Life can very closely resemble those choose your own ending mystery novels that I devoured as a middle schooler. Depending on what chapter you read you got a different ending. Im always wondering if I took one slightly different path somewhere along the line, would I be in Montana somewhere with ten kids and a million times happier?A million times sadder? So haunting? Yeah. So many different possibilites. How can it not be? So, after one week of a fresh and renewed perspective at work and a lot of reflecting, I have a whole new perspective on life. A new perspective that is already drastically changing other personal, major life decisions. Happiness is 99% reliant on your own outlook. Minimally. No matter what choices I have made or will continue to make, the end is all the same. In Montana with ten kids or right here, I'm the same. My happiness is way more inside of my head than on a map. Or a new job. I shall be haunted no more. ❤

Makin good memories. That's what we are a doin.

I'm at the tail end of a deliciously wonderful weekend. It was one of those (often occurring) two day spells where we cram packed as many fun times as we possibly could into a 48 hour period. This is something we do as often as we possibly can. Life is just too dadgum short to not purposely enjoy every second you can. Makin good memories. That's what we are a doin.




























































Blue springs. Insanely wonderfully gorgeous. We had to wait in a 45 minute line just to get into the park(even though we got there at 10:30 in the morning) good. Let me just tell you, natural springs were God's sweet little gift to Florida. One might think that beaches were Florida's strong suit, but I might have to disagree. There's something magical about a Florida spring. Perfect tubing heaven. Alligator gar up the wazoo. More than you could imagine. And sweet, sweet manatees. We got lucky enough to see several this weekend, including this adorb mama/baby duo that just might've topped my "cutest things I've seen in life" list. Seriously. And definitely topped my favorite picture list. Gahhh. Can't get enough.

Then we got lucky enough to see Bob Marley and the Original Wailers. Sans Bob Marley. Obviously. Can we just take a minute to soak in the incredible awesomeness of this?!?! You know how sometimes you hype up a band so big and look forward to seeing them and then get super let down because they just don't deliver? Things just don't pan out like they did in your head? Well, this was the exact opposite of that scenario. As in, everything was perfect, just as it should be, better than expectations, bigger than life performance. Crazy, magical, less than 500 people, cozy little venue. Kind of the best.



Now let's not say the whole weekend was perfect. We are all familiar enough with life at this point to know that's just not gonna happen. The boys might've gotten trapped in an elevator for half an hour until the fire dept came and rescued them. My husband might've ripped off part of his toe and toenail while tubing. My friends car might've overheated. The boys might've drove to a waterpark only to find out that it was closed because half of Daytona was out out power. My brother-in-law might've drove off with his brand new iPad on the roof of the car and cracked the screen. We might've even left all of our delicious, expensive Thai leftovers in the car overnight to spoil. But these things- minor. No.big.deal. Cause we are making so many sweet memories. So much sweet life is happening to worry about the small things. Magic weekend. Loved every minute. All the minutes. Good and not so good. Cause really they are all good. :)

Happy 4th of July!!

Yay for a random day in the middle of the week off. Yay for the one day a year you can always count on some complete stranger to spend a gazillion dollars out of his own pocket and give you a completely wonderfully free fireworks show. Yay for Mericuh! Happiest fourth of July!