President’s Day used to mean a 3-day weekend and some good sales to me. I never really paid enough attention to it or past Presidents and the decisions they made on a daily basis. You see, once upon a time, I had trust in my President, even one I didn’t vote for, because I still expected them to behave in a certain way. To lead. To have America’s best interest’s at heart versus their own. And if they didn’t, I expected Congress and our courts to uphold the sanctity of the Constitution, and thereby protect our democracy first and foremost. But now, everything seems broken.
My cat, Max, is harassing me as I attempt to type this. He believes it is lunchtime; I believe it is typing time. You can guess who will win this battle! 😀 To be fair, I appreciate a cat who values food as much as I do. Plus, I also appreciate Max’s fondness for reading time (aka nap and snuggles time) because I definitely hit the books this month. And overall, I did good!
Valentine’s Day is the kind of holiday that divides people. Some hate it; some love it; and some are neutral. I fall into the neutral category. I most certainly agree with those who argue love isn’t a one-day holiday because it’s obviously not. Nor do I disagree that the heightened commercialism of Valentine’s Day is oft-putting and certainly not worth creating debt over either. And yet I also find it to be harmless fun too.
I know. It’s February and I’m sharing my goals. Errr … goal. I offer no excuse or apology either, because goals can be made any time, any place. And just like there can be only One (bonus points if you get the reference and remember I am old), there can also be only One Goal. And my goal is to live a BIG LIFE.
I’m not going to lie: I’ve been in the dumps this month, partly because I ate everything and it shows but also just … well, the crapfest we call life these days. It seems like every day something happens to anger and/or frighten me. We live in scary times and sometimes I fall victim to the fear and go low. But for my sanity, my soul, I cannot live this way and find myself turning to gratitude to help me heal and find the light again.
This is a post I’ve been dreading writing, but I believe in being authentic and real and honest, even when I don’t want to be. When I want to pretend everything is fine, great and awesome. But it’s not. You see I’ve been cheating. Terribly. I’ve fallen off my get healthy wagon and I’m struggling. And that’s okay.