My Lot In Life

The real double rainbow that set across Salt Lake City yesterday via The Salt Lake Tribune

As I’ve read through the beautiful and touching posts from today’s challenge prompt about our “lots” in life, one universal truth seems to be very clear and so embraced by many of us: our greatest lots in life seem to also be our greatest blessings in life.

I have a lot in life. But I’m not going to focus on what my lot is because my lot is not what’s important. How I experience my lot and grow from it is what is important.

Without our lots, and the lots of others, we wouldn’t know the struggle, the pain and the exhausting yet exhilarating fight of enduring to the end. And without that fight, how are we to know the sweetness of success, the loving warmth of acceptance and the brilliant illumination of the sun after the dreadful storm? Our lots forge and shape us into the strong individuals that we are. They teach us invaluable lessons and ignite the fire of perseverance within us. Our lots may break us, but they are meant to. Because after the break, begins the mending, the strengthening, the teaching, the clarity and the life-shaping experiences and isn’t that what this is all about?

I have a lot in life. We all do. I have a lot. A lot of love, and joy, and peace, and contentment. A lot of support, and hope and determination to cherish the days that I’m blessed to wake up to and the moments I’m fortunate to share with the people I love. I have a lot of gratitude and humility and wisdom. And no matter the nature of any given lot that I have and have yet to endure, I know without a doubt that my lots will continue to encourage me to fight and carry on.

And that is truly a great blessing.

 

 

Alex Aiono. Hey I know Him!

While I’m sitting here pondering today’s blogging challenge prompt, I thought I’d share this gem. One: because I can’t believe I haven’t already, and two: because I’m just so dang proud of this kid (and I’m kind of hoping that when he takes out Bieber and becomes the next big thing, I can just ride on his coattails of fame all the way to the Broadway stage).

I love this kiddo. You should too. Tell your daughters.

 

Meet Alex HERE.

And his tour is just about over but maybe you can find him in a city near you HERE.

And no, this post is not sponsored, but it should be. No worries, Alex, just take me on tour with you next time and we’ll call it even.

A Day In The Life

I can assure you that you don’t care what my everyday looks like. But since Jenni chose this prompt on a weekday (booooring) I’m just going to tell you quickly and get on with it.

My desk is terribly messy all the time, kind of like my bedroom sans the handgun.

I work in a criminal defense law office. Now before you gasp and tell me I’m a terrible person for being on the criminal’s side, this is America people. Our justice system allows for people charged with crimes to be defended. That’s just the way it goes. So the next time your husband is peeing in the backyard and gets a ticket for lewdness, call our office.

The truth is, somedays are pretty exciting. And the days that aren’t are usually spent at my desk looking up all my friends’ speeding tickets and various other crimes and then calling them to let them know what I found, so I make each day exciting no matter what. My job in one word is, “paperwork”. We just kill trees over here for a living (I’m not proud of that, I promise, but it’s true). Aside from that, I’m not going to get into the nitty gritty of what I do. Mostly because I’ll bore you to death but also because I fear my boss is going to someday happen upon this blog and fire me. Kidding. He doesn’t even know how to copy and paste.

After work today, I’ll go home, I’ll go run, I’ll make dinner (cereal sounds good) and I’ll catch up on Revenge because I’m behind and something big happened on Sunday. I swear if they killed off Daniel, I’m boycotting.

But see what I mean? Nothing exciting to see here, I just had to participate because I’m halfway through this freaking blogging challenge and I’ll be damned if I miss another day. (I’ve missed one day. But I’ll make up for it somehow. You can’t wait, I’m sure).

 

 

10 Things That Make This Girl Smile

 

1. Sir Franklyn Felix Finnegan McFloyd

On a side note: I found a dead bird in front of our patio today. I don't know if Frankie was the culprit, but I'm having a hard time looking at him right now just in case he was. I still love him even if he did it. That freaking purrball pisses me off every morning, but golly I still love him.

 

2. Coffee. Because.

 

 

3. This city and those mountains behind it. And my teeny tiny apartment somewhere smack dab in the middle.

 

4. Reading. Because it's a better (and healthier) escape from reality than most drugs. And Heaven knows I like a good escape.

 

 

5. The Golden Girls. Not the old and grey ones, the furry cute ones.

 

6. Running. Actually no. The END of a good waddle run.

 

 

7. Camping. Red rock. Pine Trees. Etc. And body odor because they go hand in hand. Okay, I'm kidding about the body odor.

 

8. My Mom. Duh.

 

 

9. My siblings. Gosh I love those fools.

 

10. My friends. You, you and you. So cheesy. Yet so true.

 

 

That Vague Post About My Problems

I’m sorting through some interesting and honest feelings as of lately. The kind of feelings that one has to sort through alone (except when you have a blog and can you vaguely share all your problems and battles with the entire online world. Such an odd thing, this blogging is). But anyway, you know the kind of feelings I’m talking about, right? The ones that make you want to curl up into a ball, close your eyes and fall asleep not to wake until someone else has done all the sorting for you. Except that’s not the nature of this kind of thing. This kind of thing has to be dealt with head on, by me, and only me, because it’s my issue to begin with.

When do you decide that the time has come to put the truest desires of your own heart before any other want or need or relationship in your life? When are those desires so important, that the question of letting go of people and places and things that you truly love and have worked so hard to build is no longer a question of “if” but a question of “when”?

If my needs aren’t being met, the honest and true desires and needs of my heart, shouldn’t that be my deciding factor? Or do I hold out a little longer because maybe, just maybe, the beautiful things that my heart yearns for will impress upon someone and become their desires too?

How long do I wait? Do I wait? I’ve waited. And I’ve waited. And it’s no longer fair. Was it ever fair?

I stand by the principle that the kindest way to be is true. True to myself and true to those I love, but first to myself because if I am not, how can I possibly offer truth to another?

My heart aches because it yearns, and the future that I once thought to be my truth is quickly shifting and changing and I find myself being okay with that. And that hurts. It hurts my heart, but I do, oh I really truly do, love myself. I often forget how important it is to love me, but deep within my pained heart there lies a true and unconditional love… for myself. Because that is important and I am important and I can’t hurt this special person that I’ve worked so hard to mold, nurture and become. I can’t. And I won’t. But letting go hurts. It just hurts, and that’s that.