Some very random thoughts on this first Monday in March: My word for 2013 is Focus. I have discovered that the more I focus on Focus, the more distracted I become. Safe to say that progress in this area is extremely slow at this point! I have tremendous respect for truly disciplined people. I am not a disciplined person. Or, perhaps I have disciplined myself to not be disciplined. Which leads me back to focus… baby steps, Laurel, baby steps!!! Spending time outside every day is vital to my happiness and well-being. I worked in the yard Saturday afternoon and felt
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I can hardly believe that we are already one week into the New Year. Time seems to be speeding up for me with each new day. I’ve spent the last couple of weeks thinking about this concept of time. Such a precious commodity, yet I don’t always spend it wisely. My days are full of more and more distractions. A guy in our church calls this “ADOS- Attention Deficit…Oooo Shiny!” I am definitely suffering from this syndrome. I don’t really remember having this much trouble concentrating when I was younger. Maybe that’s because my brain was younger (*ugh*). Or maybe
Since it’s 12/12/12 I thought I would post a list of my twelve favorite things for this holiday season: One: My very own “beloved angel” David. This is our 24th Christmas together and I can’t think of anyone else I would rather spend this most wonderful time of the year with than him! Two: My sweet girls who bring Hope and Joy into my life every single day. Three: Baxter, my constant companion and furry friend. Four: My very own life-sized gingerbread house that I call home. Five: Gigantic cups of coffee. This is my newest addition to the collection.
My dad told me the story just about every time it snowed. When he was a young boy, he had a faithful little dog. This furry boyhood companion would pull him around on his sled all winter long. It sounded like such fun, a little boy and his dog frolicking in the snow. Dad was a wonderful storyteller and he made these adventures sound so exciting. One evening, when I was little, my dad came home from work and invited me to go to the store with him. He announced that we were going to buy a sled for me.
“But I’m too young to wear reading glasses!” I whined at my eye doctor. “Isn’t there another alternative?” My kind and very competent doctor patiently explained to me (again) that the changes in my eyesight are a normal part of the aging process and that reading glasses are the solution. I then went on to ask him why I don’t see anyone else my age wearing reading glasses yet if this is all so “normal.” He chuckled a bit as he replied that most people don’t start using reading glasses until about 10-12 years after the time they start to