Day 11: Sundays

Sundays. I love them. Today was no exception.

I love Sundays because I begin my day by going to mass and centering myself for the week, gaining strength from the community of faith that surrounds me.

I love Sundays because I see my family; today my sister, just for a quick lunch to catch up and laugh about the craziness of the week.

I love Sundays because I feel ready to tackle the weekend’s work; this blog, the other blog, and everything else that I need to do to feel prepared to tackle the week.

I love Sundays because I can clear my mind and plan out the coming week; taking some control back to what has seemed like a hectic few weeks.

Sundays. I love them. Today was no exception.

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Day 10: Adolescent Treasures

I have had a huge tub of old stuff sitting in my car for a week now; the result of packing up my dad’s house and today I spent about 2 hours going through it! I have to say that by and large, the contents of the bin made me smile and laugh because most of things in the tub were from my teenage years and early twenties.

I found some amazing pictures of me with some pretty horrific eyebrows, questionable outfits, and some pictures where I was having way too much fun for my age! After I got done hysterically laughing at all the pictures I found, I moved on to the letter boxes. I am quite sentimental and looking through letters I have received from friends made my heart feel full because I am proud to say that I am still friends with 90% of those people.

The pictures made me flash back to a time when life seemed a bit simpler and carefree- when all you had to worry about was what time you were going to meet at your friends house or the mall or what time the party started. I love looking back, it makes me appreciate this blessed life I have and how each of the people who have been a part of it have shaped me in some way.

After about 2 hours, I put all the pictures, letters, news paper clippings, awards, cds, and various other miscellaneous artifacts I had once deemed important back in the bin and put the lid on. You can’t stay in the past too long, right?

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Day 9: Friday. Finally.

This week has gone by so fast and yet the first thought I had this morning was, Friday. Finally. As I swung my feet out of bed, debating whether or not to touch down on the floor and start my day, I rubbed my eyes and tilted my head back with a audible sigh. How had this week taken so much out of me when I barely remember any of it?

That’s the weird thing, sometimes I just feel like I am going through the motions and come out the other side as tired and beat up as I ever been. The better part of me knows it was just a tough week and there have certainly been tougher ones and maybe it’s just that time of year. Winter is coming to an end and the promise of spring and all that is new is upon us.

 

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Day 8: Trying to Unsee

Buying versus renting is not for the faint of heart…or at least my heart. Aside from the fear of emptying my savings account and worrying I’ll be stuck next to annoying neighbors and wondering if I’ll ever feel at home and praying it’s a safe place to live, I also am so visually impaired. I can’t unsee the old carpet or the outdated cabinets or the scuff marks on the paint or how to arrange the furniture.

As I was standing with my realtor tonight, I tried as hard as I could to look beyond all of the things I could easily fix, update, and replace and I tried to picture my life and all the important people and things I love in this space. I was thinking how Finnegan, my puppy would love to run around his new home and how he’d love to take naps in the sun that shone through the big windows. I could picture my family and friends coming over to hang out and how on summer nights it’d be so nice to open the sliding glass doors and let the cool breeze in or sit outside on the big patio, enjoying each other’s company.

In those few minutes tonight, I got a little lost in imagining how I could transform this condo into something that I would love and make it my home. I forgot about the less shiny side of things- the down payment, closing costs, and the endless list of updates I’d have to pay for to make it my home. I forgot, but just for a few moments, until my realtor asked, “So are you going to make an offer?” Back to reality.

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Day 7: My BFF

Most days on my drive home from work I call my BFF Kelly; we’ve been friends since we were 6 years, so that’s 29 years in total! As we were chatting tonight about work- she’s a high school math teacher, I thought how cool it is that my best friend is a teacher too. How lucky that we share the same passion for education and face the same struggles. As I was listening to her talk about what she taught in calculus today, I found myself thinking about how smart she is and how I wish I had a math teacher in high school who cared as much and worked as hard for their students as she does.

In that moment I felt really proud of being her best friend and a little bit in awe of her because I couldn’t teach beyond 6th grade math and here she is, teaching calculus! I’d  never tell her I felt as such because our frienship just isn’t like that- so instead I just said, “Woah, that’s really cool!”  I choose to believe she took that as a sign of admiration!

See Kelly and I are opposite in most ways and if you know me, you know I am affectionate, have no problem expressing my appreciation for the people I love, and will throw out a hug at any moment! Kelly, not so much. Over the years I have accepted that about her.

Some might wonder how 2 people who are so different managed to maintain such a long friendship. Sometimes I wonder too. I think it just comes down to just liking a person for exactly who they are and seeing the best in them. Seems simple, but I’ve had a lot of friendships come and go in my day. So today I am happy I was present enough to recognize how talented and passionate Kelly is and take a moment to admire her- even if I never told her.

Our daily chat today ended like they all do, just a quick good-bye, with an “I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” And tomorrow, we will talk again, about nothing and everything, just like we have for the past 29 years.

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Day 6: #BachelorNation

Confession… I love the Bachelor. I love the ridiculousness of it. I love the drama. I love the possibility of a happy ending. This season, the heartbreak was at an all-time high and I actually cried yesterday watching it! I know, sounds so dumb, but if you haven’t seen it, trust me, you might have cried too!

One thing I know for sure is that tonight’s After the Final Rose will prove to be just as drama-filled and riveting, yes riveting as last night’s episode!

… 1 hour later…

Holy drama! Well, Arie is for sure going down as the most hated bachelor ever and Becca is one tough chick with a whole lot of class! I feel like if  I got dumped post-engagement, on national TV, I would have looked like a total lunatic because I doubt I would have been so nice.

Confession…I still love the Bachelor. I still love it even after the bachelor was a total jerk and can’t wait for next season!

 

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Day 5: On a Day Like Today…

On a day like today, I am especially grateful for…

  1. the strength of my family
  2. the love and care of my friends
  3. the cuteness of my little doggie
  4. the kind people I work with
  5. the gift of laughter
  6. the promise that every day is a new day

On a day like today, all I can do is be grateful.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Day 4: Sleep is Worth it’s Weight in Gold!

Remember when you were little and you hated taking naps, but now you’d give up a kidney just to be able to take one every day? Remember when you were little and you never wanted to go to sleep and would beg for one more story or just 10 more minutes to stay up?

Fast forward to adulthood. Sleep is so much harder to come by and I often think about how many more hours it will be until I get to go back to sleep! And then the cruelty of it all is that even when you are so tired and so in need of sleep, it’s hard to actually fall asleep! When all the stars align and you get a good night’s sleep, it’s like magic because you feel like you can take on the day with a clear and rested mind.

It’s hard to put the day’s stress or excitement to rest and allow yourself to clear your mind. I’ve been struggling to sleep the past month or so and I’m determined to be asleep by 10pm tonight, despite the fact that I feel wide awake now, after having been a little sluggish all day. I’m trying all the things… no screen time 30 minutes before you want to go to sleep, writing down the days worries on paper to get them out of your mind, or even listening to calming sounds of nature to still my mind.

Here’s hoping one of those things works because I’d love to start my week feeling rested and ready to take it all on! Good night!

 

 

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Day 3: Looking Back to Move Forward

Today was by all accounts a tough day; my brothers and I began packing up my 80 year old father’s house. There are decades of memories to sort through, some more significant than others and the process of deciding what items would make it onto the moving truck was so much harder than I ever thought it would be.

In between the tossing of old notebooks, video cassette tapes of MacGyver (hello 80’s!), and old salt and pepper shakers, there were so many moments of pause looking through photo albums of a time where things just seemed so much more simple and laughing at old childhood art projects that further solidified that the Senese 7 were not artistically inclined.

I am the youngest of 7; 4 boys, 3 girls and in this little yellow house remained so many indications of our big, happy family. Time changes so much though. I realized that today. We aren’t kids anymore,  we all have busy lives and rarely have the opportunity to reminisce. Sometimes I think life has a way of slowing you down, even when you don’t want to.

This big change is coming for my family, but at least we had today, a chance to look back together and in so many ways, it is helping us to prepare to move forward.

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Day 2: Never Ever Get Back in Bed.

When my alarm went off at 5:03 am, I swung my feet out of bed and jumped in the shower because I had to be at work especially early today to set up for an inservice. I was really proud of myself for getting out of bed without hitting snooze 700 times and for just “adulting” today.

I took a quick shower, assessed the time and felt pretty good about how much time I had before I needed to leave. I sat on my bed to brush out my wet hair and decided I’d reward my promptness with a quick 5 minute rest because I’d only gotten 4.5 hours of sleep the night before.

Somewhere between putting the brush down and pulling my soft fleece blanket over me, 25 minutes had gone by! There are a lot of things that can induce panic at a very rapid rate, but I swear, having your eyes shoot open and knowing that you overslept might be in the top 3.

As my heart pumped out of my chest, I grabbed my phone and immediately went into a shame spiral of regret. Why didn’t I just blow dry my hair? Why did I have to just close my eyes for a few minutes? Why did I have to reward myself for being an adult? These questions swam through my panicked mind as I quickly started blow drying my hair and simultaneously tried to put socks on.

I don’t know why we do this- it’s like the one thing from movies that is accurate and universal.. when oversleep you jump out of bed like a ninja and start flailing about like a lunatic! That was me. All for a 5 minute rest. All because I didn’t hit snooze. All because I had plenty of time.

Lesson learned. Next time I want to reward myself with a 5 minute rest for not hitting snooze 700 hundred times or for “adulting” or for being so prompt, set an alarm! Even if it is just for 5 minutes!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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