Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be."
I got an absolutely WONDERFUL package today from Miss Marisol! It definitely put an extra pep in my step for this Wednesday. Thanks, lady!
Sweet potato, coconut, and walnuts team up in this delightful loaf that’s perfect with a cup of tea.
Maybe some of you will read this.
Maybe you won’t.
But it is the last letter/response in the book “tiny beautiful things: advice on love and life from Dear Sugar” by Cheryl Strayed.
It is a collection of some previously published ( & some new) advice columns from Cheryl, who used to publish them under the column’s name of Sugar.
Sugar’s writing is beautiful and honest and true and a total and complete joy to read. It is also painfully heartbreaking at times - in a way we all need our hearts to be broken.
In the letters people sent her - and in her responses - I often found myself.
It was a book a coworker gave me and insisted I read. I was hesitant because I often don’t care for “advice” columns. But this felt different —- it felt more open and real.
I loved every page.
The last letter was from a fan - who asked Sugar what her 40s something self would say to her 20s something self.
The above are photos of the response.
I am so very sad the book is over - but cannot wait to pass it along to the next friend.
My family has always been private about our time spent together. It was our way of keeping one thing that was ours, with a man we shared with an entire world. But now that’s gone, and I feel stripped bare. My last day with him was his birthday, and I will be forever grateful that my brothers and I got to spend that time alone with him, sharing gifts and laughter. He was always warm, even in his darkest moments. While I’ll never, ever understand how he could be loved so deeply and not find it in his heart to stay, there’s minor comfort in knowing our grief and loss, in some small way, is shared with millions. It doesn’t help the pain, but at least it’s a burden countless others now know we carry, and so many have offered to help lighten the load. Thank you for that.
To those he touched who are sending kind words, know that one of his favorite things in the world was to make you all laugh. As for those who are sending negativity, know that some small, giggling part of him is sending a flock of pigeons to your house to poop on your car. Right after you’ve had it washed. After all, he loved to laugh too…
Dad was, is and always will be one of the kindest, most generous, gentlest souls I’ve ever known, and while there are few things I know for certain right now, one of them is that not just my world, but the entire world is forever a little darker, less colorful and less full of laughter in his absence. We’ll just have to work twice as hard to fill it back up again."
Tonight was a very good “us” night.
Plus, the BUCCOS won!
Remember when I used to post here all the time?
Yesterday was my sister’s wedding shower. Thrown by my mother & I. It was at my aunt & uncle’s bed and breakfast. I think it went well.
She is getting married next month.
I am also turning 30 next month.
I have mixed feelings about both. Especially since they are happening a week apart from each other.
My hip does a lot better - I can take walks and feel normal - and then I overdo it and it punishes me for two days. One step forward, and two back, and all that.
I have a Drs appt on Tuesday. Time to check in w the surgery and get an update.
I am still doing PT 2xs a week.
Oh. I am blonde-ish again.
I leave on Saturday for my work conference in Dallas. It’ll be a week. The hotel will be prettttty sweeeeet — but compared to Orlando, San Diego & San Fran (our past three year conference locations) I am pretty sure this won’t be my favorite.
My boyfriend and I are at a very weird point in our relationship right now. We keep hitting the same road block over & over & over again. Trying really hard to find an alternative route — because I will be really sad if we abandon the car, I think.
I am 95% sure that our issues right now are because I am very greatly struggling right now. This is the hardest and most disappointing summer since…
I can’t even remember.
I cry a lot. It’s becoming an issue.
I am 90% sure that if I were able to CrossFit again and get back into a heavy workout routine that my mental state would significantly improve.
Unfortunately every time I even think I’m getting closer to that goal - it’s pushed back. Right now my PT says don’t even try until next spring.
In other news - how is it Sunday night already?
I’m ashamed to admit mine was Wings with Paul McCartney. Not very punk rock. But I made up for it in the subsequent 25 years. How about you?
James Taylor with my mom. On my own? The Clash at Red Rocks.
New Kids on the Block was my first concert…I remember making “I love you Donnie!” signs in glitter paint and screaming pretty much through the entire show.
New Kids on the Block in second grade. Pretty sure I’ve been chasing that high ever since
New Kids on the Block. 7th grade. That started my meh feelings about concerts. Meh.
Fall Out Boy in 7th grade! #emokid
George Straight with my grandma, on my own Family Force 5… Does anyone remember them?
Catfish & the Bottlemen with a friend on the 20th May at Dingwalls in Camden, London. And the opening act was the Cortes Band who I still get in touch with.
Acquire the Fire (Christian shindig)
Skillet, POD, was gonna see Flyleaf but she had throat sickness of some kind. And others that I don’t remember.
Billy Talent when I was 15 and Ian bought me a beer! Tiny venue in my hometown
Good Charlotte, Simple Plan, & Relient K in 8th grade! Those were the good days … pretty sure I touched Joel
John Mayer *swoon*
Celine Dion. April 1997. With my mom… From the 12th row. It was EVERYTHING to me at the time. Everything. She was my idol.