Share Your World 1/22/18

List 2 things you have to be happy about?

Today?  An app called MealBoard that lets me collect recipes in my phone, plan meals for the week, and sync it to a shopping list that’s organized according to my store’s layout.  Plus the snow has melted and my kids are back in school.  Can I get a hallelujah?

Have you ever owned a rock, pet rock, or gem that is not jewelry?

Yes.  I have two stones next to my bathroom sink that read “strength” and “courage,” and I have a rose quartz stone a friend gave me after my mom passed away.  I also have a salt rock lamp in our bedroom.

Are you a hugger or a non-hugger?

I’d say I’m a hugger, but I’m also super respectful of people’s personal space.  That means there’s always this funny little dance where I quickly gauge if someone’s gonna freak if I launch myself at them.

What inspired you or what did you appreciate this past week?  Feel free to use a quote, a photo, a story, or even a combination. 

We got this remarkable snow last week.  It was a little funny because they called Wednesday as a snow day by 5:00pm Tuesday, without a single flake having fallen, so we spent the rest of the evening laying odds on whether it would actually snow.  It was just a bit of a dusting around 5:00am the next morning, but then that weather system just parked.  And it snowed.  And snowed.  By the end of the day – close to midnight, really – we had about eleven inches and it was absolutely breathtaking.


Cee’s Share Your World drops on Mondays.

What’s happening in your world today?

SoCS – in the same

The closest book at hand is Jen Hatmaker’s Of Mess and Moxie, a Christmas gift from my sis this year.  We’ve got a pretty good literary streak going – I’ve given her some Glennon Doyle gems over the last couple of years, while she’s given me some treasures to enjoy.  This year I was extra giggly because I’ve been talking myself out of buying Of Mess and Moxie repeatedly (I’m behind on my reading as it is), but it kept poking at me.  So, of course, Bee picked up that vibe.

But I digress.  I’m on page 7 (I told you I was behind on my reading) where the sixth, seventh, and eighth words are “in the same.”  I can work with that.

We live in a red sea.  Our county sits solidly and stubbornly red through every election, surrounded by counties that turn up blue.  We’re near several cities with large universities that have other factors trending them toward democratic candidates, so each election night results roll back in: blue, blue, blue, red (yep, that’s us), blue, blue.  We live in a sea of red.

Which means finding out whether acquaintances or even friends are of like mind is something of a dance.  Most of us don’t want to run around with our hair on fire, burning bridges left and right, as we rant about our political beliefs.  Yeah, sometimes a good rant is unavoidable, but mostly we’re testing the waters to see if the people around us are in the same place.

I can tell this is irritating my kids because they’re surrounded by quite a few others who aren’t in the same place.  Kids who vehemently insist that Obama was The Worst President Ever, a leader who Did Everything Wrong and Ruined Our Country.  Logic reigns supreme in our house so naturally T-man and Bear ask these kids what he did wrong.  I believe the last kid shot back, “Well, what did he do right?”

Lawd.

It’s kind of an energy suck because in school you don’t choose your company, the students in the district are your classmates.  As adults at least we have discretion about where and with whom we hang out.  And still, the human instinct is to look for those who are in the same space as us.


Linda’s stream of consciousness prompt on Saturdays is always a good time.  Today’s is unusual:  “look to the publication (book, newspaper, permission slip from your kid’s teacher, whatever you find) closest to you, and base your post on the sixth, seventh, and eighth word from the beginning of the page.”

I never dreamed of being an accountant…

I swore I wouldn’t look at the numbers.

I blog for me, I said.  For my own happiness.  Do I enjoy my time writing?  Does it help fulfill my creative side?  (The answer to all those is yes, by the way.)  Numbers are just that…numbers.  What an impersonal way to think about RFTM.

I made it about three days.

So yeah, I caved and checked the stats, and you know what?  That made me feel good, too.

No, I didn’t go viral and touch a million lives in 2017, but I already knew that.  I did find out that RFTM follows the Slow and Steady philosophy.

2015 to 2016, then 2016 to 2017.  Each year grew, both in total and average daily views.  Just about doubled, as a matter of fact.

Writing RFTM makes me happy.  The fact that more people enjoy visiting?  Well, I’m tickled pink.

SoCS – our ’tis the season mindset

‘Tis the season.  I hear this all over the place throughout December – ’tis the season! ’tis the season! – you honestly can’t get away from the sentiment.  Today’s prompt brought it to mind and, as often happens, one thing led to another and now my brain is all fired up about this:

What makes December the end all, be all of ’tis the season?  Yeah, yeah, it’s got Christmas (and Hanukkah and Kwanza, but I doubt the ’tis-the-season-ers are going on about those) so it’s not like I think it doesn’t deserve a ’tis the season.  I suppose I’m wondering why we don’t have more of it throughout the year.

‘Tis the season (mostly) inspires the best in us.  It encourages us to be our best selves, to help a little more, to judge a little less.  ‘Tis the season could mean sharing coats in January or helping plant a community garden in the spring.  It means watching out for the elderly when the temperatures fall and looking out for the home insecure all year ’round.  ‘Tis the season is a mindset, a way of life.

I, for one, think we could use a little more of it.


Linda’s stream of consciousness prompt drops in on Saturday’s.  This week’s prompt is “season.”

SoCS – Be Who You Are

It’s pretty cool seeing your kids grow into their individuality.  I’ve always been a big proponent of Be Who You Are, so I find it ironic that sometimes I’m still taken aback by differences in our kids.  Like I temporarily forgot the whole “kids are individuals” concept.

T-man and Bear show this most markedly right now in their involvement with school events.  T-man has shown zero interest in school sports, clubs, or extracurricular activities like games or dances.  Sometimes I wonder if he dislikes school so much that the thought of spending additional time there voluntarily borders on inconceivable.

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gratitude: nature taking pity on the overheated

August in the south. Temps upwards of 90 degrees. Humidity ranging at 80% or so. Sticky car seats and damp t-shirts and smelly pits.

Good times.

But then nature sends the glorious gift of a cold front (which, in August, isn’t quite as dramatic as winter’s). Temperatures ease downward like a silky smooth elevator ride and suddenly you’re stepping out into a cool morning. Dew on the grass, crisp breeze in your face. Next thing you know it’s September and autumn is inching even closer.

Ahhh…

the impossible conundrum of phone dependence (and why I can’t give mine up)

If you’re looking for a double standard in our house you need look no further than technology.  Both my kids are currently convinced I’m out to ruin them for-eh-ver since I’ve taken their phones (gasp), but mine might as well be padlocked to my belt.  It’s practically an appendage, and one I’m quite fond of.  The thought of frying it puts me in a cold sweat and losing the thing would cause a five alarm crisis around here.

Not because of my solitaire score…more because our life runs off the features on this handy dandy piece of technology.

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