Happy New Year! I hope 2015 turns out to be a great one for you all.
‟A new year, a new you!” We hear it every year at this time.
Truthfully, I don’t like the phrase. I’d like to suggest instead: ‟A new day, a new you!”
Why must we wait until the beginning of a new year to work on becoming a better person (lose weight, save more money, be happy, etc.)? Every morning we atre gifted with a ‟blank slate” consisting of 24 hours. Hours that we have to do, create, or act in any way we want to. Many of us sit back and let these hours slide by without notice. Why not start being more intentional in how we use them? Imagine the things we could accomplish today, and every day, without waiting for January 1 every year.
Will you join me in replacing the old, tired cliche with this new one? Maybe post it on social media, or in your emails. Let’s start a ‟revolution!”
‟A new day, a new you!”
(NOTE) This is an article I wrote in 2010. I thought you would like to read it. When you aren’t sure what to make far a meal, pancakes are a great idea. And making a party out of them is always fun.
The butter sizzles and dances on the surface of the griddle. I watch as Momma pours the thick batter into the shape of an R, the first letter of my name. More batter, more letters; we are having a “Pancake Party.”
Occasionally, my mom and my Aunt Elna would mix up a big bowl of pancake batter, gather us kids together, and give us pancakes for supper. These weren’t ordinary, plain, round pancakes; they were unique, fancy, odd shaped pancakes.
Our imaginations ran wild as we made suggestions for shapes we wanted to see. “Make a flower.” We would say. “Can you make a boy, or a girl?” The free-formed shapes didn’t look perfect, but that didn’t matter to us. Continue reading
I’ve been struggling with a lot of RA pain lately because of not being able to take my Enbrel shot for the last four weeks. I’ve had some sores that wouldn’t heal and needed targeted care from the wound clinic. Enbrel suppresses the immune system and can slow down the healing process. I wrote the following poem a few months ago, reading it again helped me put my current situation in prospective.
Some of you may remember reading it on another blog, but I thought it might be time to repost it for my new readers. (Besides, that blog no longer exists.