November 6th
My mom turned 60 years old today. Hard to believe she's numerically this old because her soul and spirit are so young and vibrant. She is the most generous, kind, compassionate, and selfless person I've ever encountered. I am immensely blessed by having her as my mom and my best friend.
I'm thankful for my mom's sixty years of life and her current health which promises many, many more years to come.
Monday, November 7, 2011
the fifth
November 5th
I'm thankful for all the opportunities I've had to see dance performances, plays, musicals, and other art performances. I am rich in spirit from the performing arts.
I'm thankful for all the opportunities I've had to see dance performances, plays, musicals, and other art performances. I am rich in spirit from the performing arts.
Friday, November 4, 2011
the fourth
November 4th
I'm thankful for the musical "Les Miserables." It moves me emotionally and musically. Every time.
I'm thankful for the musical "Les Miserables." It moves me emotionally and musically. Every time.
the third
November 3rd
I'm thankful for Erin who has been cutting my hair since my junior year of high school. She has provided me with guidance through my impulsive moments of rebellion. But ultimately she's continuously transformed me.
I'm thankful for Erin who has been cutting my hair since my junior year of high school. She has provided me with guidance through my impulsive moments of rebellion. But ultimately she's continuously transformed me.
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
the second
November 2nd
I've always joked that if I were to ever do drugs, I would do inhalants. I'm one of those folks that lives off the smell of dry erase markers, white out, gasoline, Pine Sol, sharpies, etc. I don't know what it is but my nose loves to smell these items. Recently it's occurred with my hair product, toothpaste, Lysol wipes, hand sanitizer and so on. I don't go overboard in sniffing but if I catch a whiff in passing I might waft a second dose my way. Sue me. But I was reminded today by a SACADA training why I don't do drugs and never actually cave into those lingering urges to inhale. I care for my body and it's entire creation way too much than I do for a quick and easy high. The statistics shared at this training were startling and great reminders for my choice of being drug free.
I'm thankful for today's training and my self-control.
I've always joked that if I were to ever do drugs, I would do inhalants. I'm one of those folks that lives off the smell of dry erase markers, white out, gasoline, Pine Sol, sharpies, etc. I don't know what it is but my nose loves to smell these items. Recently it's occurred with my hair product, toothpaste, Lysol wipes, hand sanitizer and so on. I don't go overboard in sniffing but if I catch a whiff in passing I might waft a second dose my way. Sue me. But I was reminded today by a SACADA training why I don't do drugs and never actually cave into those lingering urges to inhale. I care for my body and it's entire creation way too much than I do for a quick and easy high. The statistics shared at this training were startling and great reminders for my choice of being drug free.
I'm thankful for today's training and my self-control.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
the first
In lieu of November and with the onset of Thanksgiving, I would like to blog each day about something or someone I am thankful for. 'Tis the season...
November 1st
I work until 7 pm and our contracted night maintenance staff starts cleaning the building around 6 pm. I'm usually in my office inputting case notes or responding to emails so I regularly interact with one particular worker named Ronnie. Ronnie is a talkative, TALKATIVE, talkative man. But he has the best intentions and an extremely caring heart. Since moving to my new office location I've been privy to some of his interesting conversation pieces as he always stops to chat each time he passes my door. Yesterday Ronnie proceeded to tell me about his food intake for the day. He indulged in a double whopper, two orders of nuggets, a value onion ring, a chocolate sundae with extra chocolate and, of course, a Coke Zero. We both sarcastically laughed at how all the calories must have magically balanced out with that diet drink. Today Ronnie shared that his priority in life by working so hard and as often as possible was to make sure his two daughters didn't have any debt once they graduated from college; he has one daughter at A&M now and another daughter entering UT next year. And I just sit there in my office chair torn between a) wanting to get back to work as quickly as possible wishing this man would just do his job and leave me alone and b) feeling as if in some unknown way his gift is to encourage and brighten a person's day by taking time out of his job routine and partaking in conversation. He always asks how I'm doing and I respond in some terse "I'm fine" or "Doing okay" and when asked in return how he's doing he never fails in saying, "Every day is a good day, Miss Laura." What optimism.
I'm thankful for Ronnie's never ending conversations and ability to make me remember there is more to a day than just fulfilling occupational duties.
November 1st
I work until 7 pm and our contracted night maintenance staff starts cleaning the building around 6 pm. I'm usually in my office inputting case notes or responding to emails so I regularly interact with one particular worker named Ronnie. Ronnie is a talkative, TALKATIVE, talkative man. But he has the best intentions and an extremely caring heart. Since moving to my new office location I've been privy to some of his interesting conversation pieces as he always stops to chat each time he passes my door. Yesterday Ronnie proceeded to tell me about his food intake for the day. He indulged in a double whopper, two orders of nuggets, a value onion ring, a chocolate sundae with extra chocolate and, of course, a Coke Zero. We both sarcastically laughed at how all the calories must have magically balanced out with that diet drink. Today Ronnie shared that his priority in life by working so hard and as often as possible was to make sure his two daughters didn't have any debt once they graduated from college; he has one daughter at A&M now and another daughter entering UT next year. And I just sit there in my office chair torn between a) wanting to get back to work as quickly as possible wishing this man would just do his job and leave me alone and b) feeling as if in some unknown way his gift is to encourage and brighten a person's day by taking time out of his job routine and partaking in conversation. He always asks how I'm doing and I respond in some terse "I'm fine" or "Doing okay" and when asked in return how he's doing he never fails in saying, "Every day is a good day, Miss Laura." What optimism.
I'm thankful for Ronnie's never ending conversations and ability to make me remember there is more to a day than just fulfilling occupational duties.
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