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Day 7 of 40. I, too, can #buymyselfflowers! It's Day 7 of 40. I, too, can #buymyselfflowers! It's actually something I do most weeks--just something small from the grocery store (often the stuff advertised as filler because it's so simple and pretty) to brighten the kitchen. After the kittens decimated another bouquet a few days ago and scattered the detritus like deranged flower girls, I picked up these $4 beauties. One small (happy) thing: bringing more color into the house. #onesmallthing #40days
Day 6 of 40. I'm back to my morning routine, than Day 6 of 40. I'm back to my morning routine, thank golly goodness. Welcoming the day again instead of letting it drag me along, as I have been. Some days this looks like coffee, reading, journaling, meditating. Other days it's just the coffee, and maybe a fuzzy blanket. But what a difference it makes for the day that follows. #onesmallthing #40days
Day 5 of 40. THE BIRDS! Do you hear them? I went Day 5 of 40. THE BIRDS! Do you hear them? I went on my #stupidmentalhealthwalk today (which works, which is super stupid) and ventured along my usual path down to my usual bench beside the creek that winds around my neighborhood. I was thinking about my parents--my late dad, especially--because the missing never ever goes away, even when you're 12 years out. BUT THEN. I noticed the birds, and then the birdsong, then the incredible noise of a couple geese, and as soon as I sat down on my (usual) bench, those geese flew past me, along the water. A male and a female. Huge and loud and beautiful. Here's where I tell you that geese, for a couple big reasons, remind me of my dad. So one small (happy) thing for the day: connection to what we can't see, right in front of us. #onesmallthing #40days
Day 4 of 40. When your high school volleyball pl Day 4 of 40. When your high school volleyball player daughter volunteers to lead a clinic with some teammates for hopeful middle school volleyball players--your other daughter included--this is what happens: The 12-year-old spends the night before texting all her friends that her big sis is coming to their school. Little sister gets an actual hug on the big day from big sister, and they spend so much time peppering that the coach needs to separate them. Then the 10-year-old brother gets a surprise hug (so many hugs!) when that same big sis pops into the cafeteria during his lunch to say hello. (She is wearing spandex shorts, which causes a small uproar in this school with a dress code, and she does not give a hoot, which is a while other one small thing in itself). One small (happy) thing today is the relationship my kids have, because even when the arguments pop up (and they do) and even when one kid is stealing the other's spandex shorts for practice and another kid is yelling about it, and another kid very well may have kicked one of the other two in the shin just for the attention, they have this. So much of this. My heart is happy. #onesmallthing #40days #whatdresscode
Day 3 of 40. Well, you all were right when you sa Day 3 of 40. Well, you all were right when you said this was good! A third of the way through LESSONS IN CHEMISTRY and I don't want to put it down. (The chores can wait a little bit longer.) @bonnie_garmus_author #onesmallthing #40days #bookstagram
Day 2 of 40. Sometimes, after months of growing o Day 2 of 40. Sometimes, after months of growing out your gray because you've decided to "grow old gracefully!" and "embrace your aging womanhood!" you realize you're not exactly THAT gray yet and you look less a silver-haired goddess and more like you've just lost the will to leave the house. When that happens, you call your longtime stylist in a panic, and that stylist, who has been waiting five months for this phone call, fits you in the next day. So: this is the face of a woman who threw out her own rule book and bleached some sunshine streaks back into her hair (life!) again. It's going to take some getting used to, but that's ooooookay by me. #sunshinehair One small (happy) thing? Simply taking care of yourself and doing the thing, in the moment, that makes you feel content. #onesmallthing #40days
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