Set Yourself Free

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:

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But no matter how it’s depicted, the cure is a choice

and it ALWAYS feels like this:

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Stretching my horizons at the ballet.

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.

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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. 👍

 

 

 

The Diagnosis

What I was writing about two years ago…

MERMAID IN A MUDSLIDE

woman-in-white-lying-against-white-sheets-with-headacheI couldn’t deny it any longer.  I had to face the fact that I had somehow developed allergies.   I never had issues with mold or grass or anything..until about ten days ago. Then out of nowhere, I suddenly developed a host of symptoms.

I complained of my daily head ache to my husband who reminded me that it was that time of year with all manner of trees blooming and pollen accumulating like dust. I talked to my mom about the pressure, the heavy-eyes, the fatigue and this yucky, unshakable feeling of malaise. She told me she had a friend who developed terrible allergies later in life.

Of course, no matter what I talk to my mother about, she always seems to have “a friend” curtis-house-firewho has personal experience with whatever we’re discussing.  These  mystery friends either have the illness I am worried about, had some horrible experience in…

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Oh Boy, Girl!

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.

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