I’ve always believed in the power of connections. There’s a reason we are all on this planet together at the same time and one individual’s actions affects the multitude. This is why, of course, we should all be working together as a team. I know. It’s all very hippie socialist. I have very hippie socialist
I really thought about not doing an entry today. I’ve been in a bad place. The things I’ve written in my journal are not things I’m sure I want others to see. The other day, I wrote a list of things I hate. The truth is, I don’t want to revert to old habits. I
We received a care package on Tuesday. Inside we found fudge, coffee, hand sanitizer, multiple tubes of lip balm, tins of Altoids, Hershey Kisses, and an envelope of funny things (the most valued item in the box). An envelope of funny things. Seems so simple. We are a household of funny things. We laugh. That’s
I’ve been really reluctant to refer to this place as home. Part of the reason is guilt. I worry that if I refer to KCMO as home, I’ll hurt the feelings of my family and friends in my OKC home. But New Year’s day, I just kept thinking how nice it would be to be
Every year when I was little, I’d get an advent calender for the month of December. They were nothing fancy, just colored cardboard. The doors would open up to a scene in a story or a picture of something Christmasy. The advent calender was my favorite thing. In November, I’d start obsessing over what advent
I know. I know. I’ve used Union Station for a Love Thursday entry several times already, but people. This. Place. Is. AWESOME! And yesterday was the most fun at Union Station yet. I’m totally about to break my “no blogging about work rule”. It can’t be helped. Yesterday was our department Holiday party and we
I had a lot of entry ideas for this week’s Love Thursday floating around in my brain, and I finally decided to go the sappy route only because the words for that entry have been piecing themselves together in whole sentences in my head. Those sentences are taking up too much space. Earlier this week,
Last year, one of Chris’s co-workers gave us a nativity scene for Christmas. She had heard that I’d fallen in love with a certain nativity scene that was being sold at a local furniture shop. Every time they played an ad featuring that nativity, I would exclaim how craptacular it was with the fake moss
Monday, I taught a very reluctant group how to balance in tree pose. Short week, gray day, all equals tired apathetic teens. But I pushed them any way and class turned out great. While we were wobbling about on one leg, I commented on how I tend to stand for like this while I’m waiting
Saturday morning I woke up early, so I got out of bed and rolled out my yoga mat. I’m not good at Saturday morning home practices. I’ll get up and drive to a studio on a Saturday morning, but I struggle with rolling the mat out at home. My yoga practice is for me, meaning
