tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29768321718947292192023-11-15T06:36:31.083-08:00Pulling the Plug:My Life Without TVTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.comBlogger123125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-52185836141053325002011-01-03T20:28:00.001-08:002011-01-03T20:28:49.303-08:00goodbyeThanks for taking the journey with me last year. I've started a new adventure for a new year. Check it out at www.wellnessbytheweek.blogspot.comTesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-26397701376190942912010-11-19T20:54:00.000-08:002010-11-19T20:54:50.401-08:00winding down2010 is quickly coming to a close and so too my experiment. For me it feels complete, as I know I won't go back to the old TiVo/TV dependent person I was last year just because the new year clicks over. But there is some value in sticking with something through completion...so I will. Already I have a new blog in mind. No, I won't tell you what it is... just yet. I have to keep you in suspense for at least a little while.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-72703061492935680352010-11-13T20:46:00.000-08:002010-11-13T20:46:12.003-08:00how easily we forgetHave you ever noticed how we can completely forget the reality of our past experiences? Today was my second day of watching my grandkids 24/7 while their mommy and daddy are at the hospital. And today, as I sat exhausted and ready to toss the next child who screamed out the window, it hit me. I had forgotten. I'd forgotten what it was like to be a mommy and have someone constantly depending on you and needing you and wanting you. I had forgotten how tiring and challenging it could be and how it could try the patience of a saint. How could I forget something like that? I mean, intellectually I still knew it. But I could no longer really feel what that experience was like. It made me wonder, what else have I forgotten? What other experiences can I no longer truly empathize with or conjure up in my emotional being? And how does that effect the decisions I make from day to day? If I can't remember what it's like to be in a love-relationship, how can I decide if I want to be in one again? If I can't remember what it felt like to work for a corporation, how will I keep my motivation going to run my own business? I guess the old saying "those who don't learn from the past are doomed to repeat it" applies. So my goal is to keep a clear memory of <i><u>why</u></i> my life is where it is today, and not be tricked by forgetfulness to retrace old roads that I've already traveled or be forced to relearn lessons already learned!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-11266729381095136922010-11-12T17:43:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:43:37.616-08:00MilestonesToday was a milestone day; the day we welcome my third grandchild, Sidney Belle, into the world. You know what I mean by a landmark day-weddings, funerals, births, first kisses, last goodbyes, etc. In the midst of today, I can't help wondering how our lives will change from here on out. I don't think we ever fully realize just how much one of these momentous events will affect ever day that comes after it. But then if we could see how our lives would shift and morph, we would be called psychics or fortune tellers. How will this little girl change our lives and the lives of those around us? Will she be funny like Nate and make us laugh continually? Or will she be serious and thoughtful like Roo? There is no way to know. But it sure will be fun finding out!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-27278319044544084462010-11-11T20:15:00.000-08:002010-11-11T20:15:23.355-08:00has it helpedAs I look back on 10 months of TV-free living, I wonder how it has shaped my life? For instance, when the flood happened would I have reacted differently if I had had the option of vegging out in front of the TV instead of going out to help with flood recovery? Might I have chosen to sit at home and wait for my old job to reopen instead of working my butt of to start a new business? I suppose there is no real way to know what choices I might have made differently. But I tend to think it has affected things for the good. I still haven't gotten on a workout program like I'd hoped. But I am building a successful practice and doing a lot more with my photography. And I'm getting out and doing things more with friends. I like that. I like the directions it has led me in so far.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-36670975666175749262010-11-10T18:55:00.000-08:002010-11-10T18:55:24.912-08:00What a day!I am hoping today our family used up it's bad luck for the month. Two-year-old Nate came down with an ear infection. Seven-year-old Riley lost her diabetes kit with her meter and insulin. And my daughter-in-law is due to deliver her baby on Friday. She was understandably upset by this and several other things that left her a little ragged. We got everything taken care of: meds for the little one, new kit for the older one and everything else will get worked out. But we are certainly hoping for calmer waters and smoother sailing in the days to come so we can thoroughly enjoy the arrival of Miss Sidney Belle and savor the moments as they unfold!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-5852184243118123942010-11-09T20:53:00.000-08:002010-11-09T20:53:47.910-08:00new technologyWell I have a new little piece of technology that I hope will help me to write/blog more consistently. It is an Epic 4G phone. I would not call myself a techno-phobe, but I can be technically-challenged and often have to ask my son to figure out why the DVD player or some other piece of electronic equipment will not behave as I have come to expect. So this is a big step for me. I have been experimenting with different apps and features and was feeling pretty good about the ability this old dog was showing in learning a new trick or two...that is until the phone rang! And try as I might, no amount of stabbing at the touch screen seemed to work. Well, on the next call I did figure it out. But that was enough to keep me from getting a swelled head over my tech prowess. Now I'm just praying my smart phone is not too much smarter than me!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-35244597642367057082010-11-08T20:25:00.000-08:002010-11-08T20:25:53.686-08:00confessionIt's been so long since I've blogged that I feel like I should be in a confessional..."Father forgive me. It's been 3 months since my last blog." I have no excuse except that life got in the way. I have been working hard to get my business up and running and it's definitely paying off. I feel good about what I'm doing and am making good progress. Still, I hate that it has kept me from my goal of writing every day. But each new day is a chance to start again. So here I go again! See you tomorrow...I hope.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-78341557103341652832010-08-18T21:16:00.000-07:002010-08-18T21:16:13.229-07:00sacred danceWhen I first went to school to become a therapist, massage seemed to me like a sacred dance. Sacred because a person invites you in to touch them in a deeply personal way, not only physically, but mentally, emotionally and yes even spiritually. And a dance because of the fluid movements strung together in a flow that feels to me like dancing-moving to the rhythm of the body's timing. Over the five years I worked at the spa, I lost my reverence for the work. It became just a job to me and one I often dreaded. But today, in my own office, in the special place I'd created to do my work, I remembered what it could be-what it should be. I remembered the joy of asking the body what it needs and seeking permission to be a part of that healing process. I remembered what it feels like to care more about helping the person on my table than I care about the clock or the money.<br />
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Until that moment of remembering, I was still having doubts about not returning to my job at the spa. But in that one moment of clarity, I realized this is time to retrieve those pieces of my self I have sold off or have let slip away. It is time to regain my sense of purpose in this work. I realized I don't ever want to trade in the sacred dance for a health insurance policy and a steady paycheck again. It's much more valuable than those things ever can or will be. And I am so thankful to have remembered before it was too late.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-13600907581754508762010-08-08T11:56:00.000-07:002010-08-08T11:56:19.356-07:00ReflectionAugust-the eighth month of the year. Can 2010 possibly be more than half gone!? Reflecting on the beginning of this blog and my purpose in giving up TV I find I'm a little disappointed in myself. One of the main purposes for <i>pulling the plug</i> was to give myself time and space to develop my writing. I have not done nearly as much of that as I would have liked. Of course, I did lose my job quite suddenly and have been working to start my own practice, so I do have some excuse there. But this was not to be a year of excuses! So I'm verbally kicking myself in the pants here, and committing to getting back on track with my goals. Still 5 months left in the year to move in the right direction!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-87341391789913967662010-08-08T11:40:00.000-07:002010-08-08T11:40:44.359-07:00WeddingsYou want to know the biggest thing I dislike about weddings? That they make me so sappy and sentimental! They make me consider the possibilty of doing it myself at some point in the future one more time. But seriously? After being married twice unsuccessfully, most days I wouldn't even consider going down that aisle again. I am extremely happy with my life and my freedom just the way it is. I know I would have a terrible time adjusting to the demands of such a commitment at this point in my evolution. And yet, when you hear all the vows and the pledges of love everlasting, who can help thinking...well maybe? Thank goodness they don't come around that often!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-41178936053684203162010-08-07T00:56:00.000-07:002010-08-07T00:56:59.093-07:00sleep eludes meIt is 12:30 and I cannot sleep. In the morning I am supposed to be up at 4:30 so that I can take pictures of Sedona at sunrise and the town of Jerome with my niece. I see a nap in my future tomorrow no doubt! So far, Sedona is beautiful. Bell Rock with it's red face is breathtaking. For the first time, I can see why some find the desert beautiful. I've always preferred the lush green of an alpine mountain landscape, but this has a unique grandeur.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-20889849942555169662010-07-30T06:41:00.000-07:002010-07-30T06:41:55.183-07:00Enthusiasm<span style="color: #3e506d; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">"No one keeps up his enthusiasm automatically. Enthusiasm must be nourished with new actions, new aspirations, new efforts, new vision. Compete with yourself; set your teeth and dive into the job of breaking your own record. It is one's own fault if his enthusiasm is gone; he has failed to feed it."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"> -<span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280496942_4" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">Edwin Way Teale</span></span></span><br />
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<span style="color: #3e506d; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280496942_4" style="border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">I have obviously failed to feed my enthusiasm. But the question is, "What does enthusiasm eat?" I need to find how and what to feed it or else languish in this sea of blah forever! </span></span></span>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-55809319531565848662010-07-28T20:06:00.000-07:002010-07-28T20:06:43.102-07:00Our Deepest Fear<span style="color: #3e506d; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;">"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is</span><span style="color: black;"> that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our</span><span style="color: black;"> darkness, that most frightens us. We ask ourselves, who am I to be</span><span style="color: black;"> brilliant, gorgeous, talented and fabulous? Actually, who are you not</span><span style="color: black;"> to be? You are a <span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280372559_6" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; cursor: pointer;">child of God</span>. Your playing small doesn't serve the</span><span style="color: black;"> world. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within</span><span style="color: black;"> us. It's not just in some of us; it's in everyone. And as we let our</span><span style="color: black;"> own light shine, we unconsciously give other people permission to do</span><span style="color: black;"> the same. As we are liberated from our own fear, our presence</span><span style="color: black;"> automatically liberates others." </span></span><span style="color: #3e506d; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280372727_5" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;"> </span></span></span><br />
<span style="color: #3e506d; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="color: black;"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1280372727_5" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 2px dotted rgb(54, 99, 136); cursor: pointer;">A Return to Love</span>: Reflections on the Principles of "A Course</span><span style="color: black;"> in Miracles."</span></span>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-20124824754594981022010-07-27T20:02:00.000-07:002010-07-27T20:10:53.051-07:00still searchingFor some time I've been searching for a local organic farm where I can buy fresh produce. Today I journeyed out to Franklin to check one out that seemed promising. And yet again I was disappointed. They have organic goat, lamb, beef and pig, but very little produce. Those of you who know me, know that I will not eat lamb or veal. I just can't stand the thought of eating those sweet baby animals. I can't even stomach the thought of eating the grown-up versions if I let my mind dwell on it at all, which is why I go through intermittent bouts of vegetarianism. And goat just does not sound appetizing in the least! So it was pretty much a waste for me. But I did manage to get some good photographs...of all the sweet animals before the get eaten! Yikes. And some of the produce and landscape as well. That makes the getting lost and sweating my socks off almost worthwhile. But come on! What does a girl have to do to find fresh veggies in this town?Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-27745036716086525022010-07-14T06:33:00.000-07:002010-07-14T06:33:59.787-07:00motivation<b style="color: #351c75;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Motivation</span></b>...where to find it, how to sustain it? These are big questions for me as the long hot dog days of summer roll out ahead of me. If only there were a motivation store where I could go and stock up! It's such a fleeting thing. Some mornings I wake up full of it and hit the floor running and others I wake up and just hit the floor! What is the magic secret. Did I sleep better, or have more upbeat dreams on the motivated days? Did I eat better, or exercise? I think all of those are factors. The difficult part is, how do you motivate yourself to eat right and exercise when you have zero motivational mojo working!? Hate those <i>Catch 22</i> scenarios, don't you?Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-17823515414608749752010-07-12T06:56:00.000-07:002010-07-12T06:56:32.996-07:00You Can Do Anything...start taking action<div><strong>You Can Do Anything <br />
You Believe You Can</strong> by Donna Fargo<br />
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Just start somewhere. Resolve to do something.<br />
You might even write out what you want to<br />
accomplish. Then explore what you need to do to<br />
reach you goal, and start doing it, step by step.<br />
It's the same as if you were planning a trip: you <br />
get a map, make your preparations, and then start<br />
traveling the right road.<br />
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Don't get "bound up" in any problems that stand <br />
in your way. Do something every day to resolve <br />
them. Trust your instincts. Do one thing at a time.<br />
Remember... if you sow seeds of fear, doubt, panic,<br />
and procrastination, it will most likely work against<br />
you. If you keep doing the same things you're <br />
doing now, you will keep ending up in similar<br />
places to where you are now.</div><div><br />
Once you start making progress towards your goal,<br />
you will be magically propelled towards eventual <br />
reward. Just keep listening and taking direction<br />
from inside you. Be patient; your dreams will not<br />
come true overnight. But start now, and go with <br />
love and courage and confidence. Don't be afraid.<br />
You can do anything you believe you can. And<br />
don't forget to keep an open mind and heart to<br />
check yourself along the way.<br />
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You can do it! Go for it, and good luck.<br />
~ Donna Fargo ~</div>Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-70643718536664108842010-06-28T20:26:00.000-07:002010-06-28T20:26:59.095-07:00funkWell, it's been over a week since I put my thoughts down here. I have to tell you I've been in quite a "funk" this past week. Not really depressed, but more of a feeling of being plain worn out. So I went into recharge mode, doing only what absolutely needed to be done and forgetting the rest. I suppose we all need that from time to time. I took lots of afternoon naps and didn't do much of anything really. Not productive to say the least, but maybe it was productive in some way. Maybe it produced a space for me to breathe and to settle and to adjust. So many things are happening in my life right now, it seems hard to keep pace. So a little down time might have been just what the Dr. ordered.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-87953714120359735332010-06-15T20:31:00.000-07:002010-06-15T20:31:48.136-07:00Beware of MondayAfter our wonderful adventure last week with experiencing Nashville as a tourist, we decided we would make this Monday part two of the adventure and check out some of those places we'd passed by on our last trek. It was a good thought, but didn't work as well as we'd hoped.<br />
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It all started with the parking delema. We were trying to be economical so we didn't want to pay $15 for a spot to leave the car, while at the same time not parking so far that we would roast in the sweltering summer heat. (I never realized what a parking nightmare Nashville is!) Enter idea number one. Let's park at the Library. I have a couple books I need to return anyway so we can get our ticket validated and go on to our tourist activities. Nice idea right? Well, guess what? The library is not open on Monday, so no dropping off the books and no validating of tickets. OK, we shake it off. It's still the cheapest parking around so we'll leave it there and head out to the TN State Museum under TPAC. Guess what? The museum is not open on Monday! We did not do very thorough research. Oh well! Shake it off. What about the War Memorial Museum? Nope! It's closed too. Apparently Monday was not a good choice of days. Perhaps everyone in Nashville needs Mondays to recoup from the weekends of all night honky tonkin'?<br />
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At last, we find one site open- the State Capitol. It is a very impressive building, the tour is free and the big bonus...very cool inside! Jackpot! Did you know there are two people buried in the building? I think that's kind of creepy, but no worries. The grounds are beautiful too with a great statue of Andrew Jackson on horseback. So the day was not a total loss. And after getting home and fixing dinner, we had some cool lemon sorbet. Nothing better after a day of sweating it out like a Nashville tourist in June! If you want to check out Nashville's sites I have one word of caution, "Beware of Mondays!".Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-60425867165386250412010-06-13T08:27:00.000-07:002010-06-13T08:27:21.603-07:00ChoicesLife is such a series of choices, from the small and mundane to the life-changing variety. Take this morning, I had to choose between the chocolate doughnuts on the counter or making a fresh fruit smoothie-mundane but important. Many small choices in this department determine how I feel, look and function in the future. I dodged the doughnuts and went for the smoothie. Good choice!<br />
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Then there are the choices I've been struggling to make over the past several weeks regarding my future employment. These are of the scary, life-changing variety. At times we are limited by the feeling we have few options and at other times, we are perplexed by the myriad of choices that seem to tower before us. This is the state in which I find myself at the moment. You see, when my job suddenly disappeared I did what most people would do. I started looking for a new one which involved putting out resumes and quite a few places. I've always heard you have to spread a wide net to catch that one fish. Well, it turns out my net is bursting with fish and it's very hard to determine which fish is the best to fry. Don't get me wrong. I'd much rather have many options to choose from than being forced to take whatever comes along. I just hope I have the insight and wisdom to make the choice that will be the very best for my future.<br />
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So here's to choices and the wisdom to make the right ones. Wow, this smoothie is good!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-37320621373108170932010-06-09T17:59:00.000-07:002010-06-09T17:59:40.440-07:00men's room and other sites to seeOn an impromptu walking tour of Nashville Monday, we were told by the hot dog vendor across the street from the Hermitage Hotel that we absolutely HAD to see the men's room. He assured us the doorman would not try to throw us out based on this request. Now, I have at least once or twice, walked into a men's restroom by accident and it was not a comfortable place to be for a lady. So the thought of walking into one on purpose seemed more than a little strange, but it was a day built for adventure so we threw caution to the wind. Me to the doorman, "This is a really strange question, but can we see the men's restroom?" He laughed and said it wasn't strange at all and showed us the way. The hostess at the restaurant knocked on the door to make sure the coast was clear. A gentleman came out and seemed quite amused that we wanted to see it, so he offered to give us the grand tour. It was a very cool, art deco room looking like something straight out of a 1920's movie, complete with shoe shine stand. Who knew?!<br />
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Who knew Nashville had so many cool and unusual places? Like the old time barber shop that just opened up, complete with antique barber chairs and straight razor hot shaves. Or all the wonderful murals painted on sides of random buildings. Or the War Memorial Plaza with all sorts of wonderful sculptures in bronze. Or the museum with fossils found in TN. Or the cupcake shop at the Arcade. Not to mention the art galleries on the top floor of the Arcade and all the wonderful little places to eat.<br />
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As we finished the afternoon, we jotted down a list of all the places we wanted to go back and see and the things we wanted to do. We found it can be great fun to be a tourist in your own hometown. Try it some time! I bet you'll see things you never knew were there before...like the men's room at the Hermitage Hotel.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-31428615754668213322010-06-07T20:25:00.000-07:002010-06-07T20:25:51.036-07:00Incredible CityI just want to to say what a truly incredible city Nashville is! I am not a native Nashville-ite, but I have lived here for thirteen years, yet today a saw the city like a tourist. And you know what...it's a pretty awesome place. We went down to the Frist to see the Chihuly Exhibit and the glass-blowing demonstration this morning. It turned out they were having problems with the propane tanks to run the furnaces, so the demo was postponed. We were a little disappointed, but decided to take the opportunity of a beautiful day and stroll around the city taking pictures. I cannot tell you how wonderfully friendly everyone was! From the guy selling Italian ice, to the hot dog vendor, to the doorman at the Hermitage Hotel, (who didn't think we were strange asking to see the men's room-which the hot dog guy told us we had to see. But that's another story for another time!) everyone was so kind and helpful. They did think we were tourists because of the constant picture taking, but they were super friendly none-the-less. Add to the great people the picture perfect weather, inspiring architecture and some great food (we had Greek for lunch) and you can't help but realize this place is pretty unique. Then after playing at being tourists and walking all over downtown, we headed back to the museum, took the docent tour, saw the rest of the Chihuly Exhibit and then finally the glass-blowing demonstration. I couldn't have asked for a better day if I had been out of town on vacation. Thanks Nashville...you rock! (pictures to follow tomorrow)Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-68422049921253837642010-06-06T11:24:00.000-07:002010-06-06T11:25:40.060-07:00a mind of it's own!Are you one of those people who fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow? If so, I officially hate you. Well...not <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">really</span>, but I certainly ENVY you. It takes me at least half an hour to fall asleep on a good night and if I have a bunch on my mind it can take an eternity. Someone told me I should just stop thinking. Well, that would be nice, but my brain doesn't seem to have one of those handy "off" switches. In fact, quite to the contrary. I am absolutely sure my mind has a mind of it's own, and it does NOT listen to me. I've tried getting up and making a list, telling myself I can worry about it at a certain time in the future, concentrating on my breathing, and on and on. But like one of those slippery toys that kids play with, as soon as I grab it and and think I have control of it, my mind slips out of my grip and continues on it's own agenda. Ok, I know it's a little schizophrenic sounding. But I'm not afraid of being called bonkers. Won't be the first time, or the last I'm sure! ;-) Plus I hear all the best people are...at least a bit.Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-7028460816836876802010-06-03T19:17:00.000-07:002010-06-03T19:17:12.981-07:00Road TripI am seriously considering a long road trip this summer. I mean, when will I ever have such a long stretch with no work again? (hopefully not anytime in the foreseeable future!) I have so many friends and family spread out all over the country. I could visit Boston, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Texas, Florida, Wisconsin, California and Arizona without ever having to stay in a hotel. Plus I think it would be wonderful to just explore with no time restraints and take pictures to my heart's content. I'm not sure it's the most responsible thing to do. I should probably stay here and try to make some money. But then money isn't everything and some opportunities only come around once! Decisions, decisions...!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2976832171894729219.post-68322881254246521352010-06-02T13:21:00.000-07:002010-06-02T13:21:49.940-07:00100th postWell, this is my 100th blog post. It is so interesting for me to go back and look at the beginning of this journey. It illustrates so perfectly how unexpectedly life can change. At the beginning of the year, I had no clue the events that would unfold over the past month. If you had asked what I would be doing in June, I certainly wouldn't have said applying for college and working to get my private massage practice going. I fully expected to be working at the spa and preparing for my once-in a-lifetime trip to Italy. The trip is uncertain at this point. It all depends on the school factor. While I would like to think I could handle taking two weeks off school, come back and make up the work with ease; it HAS been an awfully long time since I was a student and I'm very unsure how hard all this will be for me. I have been assured I won't be the oldest Freshman ever, but it sure feels like it!<br />
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All that said, I'm not depressed and most days not too anxious or neurotic. I think it will all work out for the best. And I'm certain my life will be different now than I expected. I just pray for the wisdom to discern the path I should pursue and the strength and ability to follow it and make my life all that it should be!Tesshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07031540098574149902noreply@blogger.com0