It reads like a clickbaity title, atypical for me, but don’t we all wish to have everything in life, whatever our personal definition of everything may be? I have the answer for how to achieve that, how to have everything. Read on…
Last night I watched Derek DelGaudio’s “In & Of Itself”. (Thank you, Melanie, for the recommendation! You’re right, I DID find it interesting!) I’m not going to tell you what it is about, in fact, please don’t even watch the preview. Go to Hulu and press play, you’ll thank me later. The element I will discuss is that of identity, particularly in regards to defining our own. I am (blank). I’ve talked about it in my blog several times before…
This is a topic of debate at our house since David and I fall on different points on this spectrum. Respectful debate, but debate nonetheless. We live in a world of information overload, there’s no question there. The differences lie in what we allow into our respective spaces and then what we do with it. I’m a fierce protector of the input I permit into my life, a curator of news, gossip, information of all sorts. This is known as Selective Ignorance, a term coined by Tim Ferriss in his description on his approach to going on an Information Diet.
Let’s dig in…
Social media. Ahhh! Let’s talk about social media today. I’m having a moment of “maybe??” and welcome your input, specifically as it applies to Instagram. To insta or not to insta? PLEASE offer your thoughts, I’m open to feedback of all sorts on this.
Happy Third Anniversary to me and my left hip socket! Three years ago today was my Left PAO, the second of 11-so-far surgeries, but the first major one. (8/21/2018 was the first surgery, a hip scope to prep the hip for the PAO, extremely minor in comparison.) In any case – Happy Third Anniversary!
I normally don’t care to celebrate days like this, instead choosing to continue to look and move forward, but today I’m pausing to ponder and appreciate, trying something new. I have gratitude for this process every single day, but let’s reminisce and dig deeper today.
Really, how big is big? My dad used to ask me this questions when I was little, typically in the midst of a deep conversation about how things in the world work, filled with my 5-year-old views and surety. Every time he’d throw that question in it would stop me in my tracks, leaving me unable to answer it. As I grew, the answer became a snarky “larger than that to which it is being compared,” but that doesn’t answer the question.
It was meant to be an unanswerable question. It was meant to stop me. It was meant to help me realize that I really don’t have the answers to anything, despite how smart I thought I was.
So…
Yesterday’s blog post from Seth Godin has been brewing in my head for a full day now. I can’t dismiss it without some exploration and then thoughts on how and why to change the story, so here we go…
August 24, it’s National Waffle Day! OMG, it is time to celebrate! HAPPY WAFFLE DAY!
Waffles are my hands down favorite food. I eat them every day, saving them to be my post-workout reward. My waffles are even deeply philosophical. I don’t need a reason/holiday to celebrate waffles because EVERY day is Waffle Day to me, but this gives me a darn good reason to shower my blog with waffle madness. Plug in your iron because we are waffling it up today!
Last night I settled in to do my evening Exogen ultrasound bone healing treatment, the same as every evening for the last 172 consecutive days. Right after I turned the device on and it cycled through the opening screens, it beeped at me and gave me a warning message – No Remaining Treatments. What? Now What? This launched me into a whirlwind of thoughts, bookended by the question of “is this a roadblock or freedom?”
Last night we did Day 1 of Three Good Things. Two adults, a teenager, and a 5 year old – naturally this meant there were varying levels of interest and comprehension. David and I could have written and talked all night long, our teen participated begrudgingly (his favorite words these days are “no” or any word with an “n’t” contraction at the end – hardly conducive to considering three GOOD things), and our 5 year old made it fun and colorful, choosing to participate in her own way. New family challenges like this are almost always messy to start, but my youngest reminded us that the best way emerges when we make it fun.