I stumbled upon this quote the other day and was struck by its simplicity and truth. The only thing I’d change about it is the visual depiction of sadness as a light blue balloon that’s tied to a limb… I think a better representation of not letting go of things that make us sad would be this:
But no matter how it’s depicted, the cure is a choice
and it ALWAYS feels like this:
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My husband is becoming somewhat of a cruise director..minus the boat of course. He is constantly scouring the internet looking for things we can do together now that we live in a city.
This week-end, we went to the ballet.
Now let me just say that we have always been much more of a sports couple..not so much into the arts. In fact I’m pretty sure the last ballet we attended was a recital for one or more of our kids- many, many, many years ago. Not gonna lie, I wasn’t really looking forward to the evening.
But guess what..it wasn’t just great, it was INCREDIBLE! Maybe it was the fact that we were sitting in the third row; you could see the dancers’ expressions and hear them breathing after each dance. Maybe I could just appreciate all the work that went into rehearsals knowing it takes my husband and me about six months to get one ballroom dance down straight! 😏 Maybe it was the scenery or the costumes or the fact that the story was easy to follow.. Maybe it was the fabulous cocktail I had in the lobby…I’m sure that didn’t hurt.
I have no idea why I loved it so much, but we both did and I’m so glad we keep straying outside of our “comfort zone.”
Stretching one’s horizons truly is just as important as stretching one’s muscles. 👍
One of my favorite Easter memories..trying to explain to my daughter why the bunny brought our neighbor’s kid a shiny new bike and all she got was chocolate…🤔
May the true gift of Easter be revealed to all who are searching.
Clearly we are living in a bipolar age when a woman’s “strength” is portrayed and displayed in ways that are so different. We can forgive our daughters for being confused ( I mean who will be the little Wall Street girl’s female heroines? Her “enemy” has been defined, but what about her role models?)
..And our sons? Well, God bless ’em.
Wherein a bad day doesn’t mean it’s a bad life.