Accidental life lessons.
I tend to get lost in thought when I run. Most of the time I keep my head down — better for thinking and, since I prefer unpaved trails and can be a bit clumsy, avoiding accidents.
On the off chance I make eye contact with someone, I have a standard greeting: nod, half wave, mumbled “mornin.” Adding a “good” or even a “g” would require too much effort.
A while back I glanced up to see a man directly in my path so I braced for an unavoidable greeting. But as I got within earshot, he startled me by shouting something that sounded like, “take it back from the ledge!” “Sorry?” I said. He shot me an apologetic smile and pointed to his ear.
Photo credit: bostonist.com
I once naively hoped the cool kids club would self-destruct after junior high. Like many I was on the receiving end of a Mean Girls experience there. But that’s a different post.
Of course the cool kids club doesn’t end in junior high, or high school, or even after college. In fact, the social media revolution has given birth to an entirely new breed of club member. Know how to code a site? Most Popular! SEO savvy? Most Likely to Succeed!
A Perfectly Simple Gift
Shortly after she moved away, my friend Melissa sent me this magnet quote for my birthday. It hangs on the inspiration board above my desk, a constant reminder that:
1. Gifts don’t have to be expensive to be perfect.
The magnet cost less than $5 but it’s one of my favorite presents ever – thoughtful, relevant and a visual token of a friendship I treasure.
My initial joy in discovering an online recipe for Nordstrom Café’s fabulous Roma Tomato Basil soup was quickly quashed — it calls for TWO cups of heavy cream (adding more than 170 grams of fat and 1,600 calories)!
A Painful Birth Story
Real artists ship.
This Steve Jobs quote is a favorite of my husband’s, and as I sit here facing a blank computer screen it’s playing in a continuous loop in my head. “Real artists ship.” “Real artists ship.”
To my guilty conscience, I suppose it means I should scrap perfectionist (er, procrastinator?) tendencies and launch this blog already.
But then again, I’ve never claimed to be an artist.
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