| “The thing that’s important to know is that you never know. You’re always sort of feeling your way.” |
| ― Diane Arbus Courtesy of Real Simple, Daily Thought for September 15, 2011 |
Today's 2 Beans
Perseverance!
I thought this word would be fitting for this week.
When things are hardest, this could mean as basic as continuing to survive. Just continue to wake up, to breath, to eat, and to love just live.
Eventually by surviving you will move yourself forward to a better location or at least a place out of the bad. This is not as easy as it sounds, and sometimes it can take an extremely long. But that's where perseverance comes in.
It's when you're surviving. You may be wanting to give up, but you don't or won't. Now you're there. And you'll continue until you make it through that dark tunnel.
Whew! How philosophical we are today. :)
I thought this word would be fitting for this week.
When things are hardest, this could mean as basic as continuing to survive. Just continue to wake up, to breath, to eat, and to love just live.
Eventually by surviving you will move yourself forward to a better location or at least a place out of the bad. This is not as easy as it sounds, and sometimes it can take an extremely long. But that's where perseverance comes in.
It's when you're surviving. You may be wanting to give up, but you don't or won't. Now you're there. And you'll continue until you make it through that dark tunnel.
Whew! How philosophical we are today. :)
Today's 2 Beans
Okay, now you all know that I love my coffee. I'm not a fancy coffee snob, but I do love my fancy coffees from time to time.
At the hospital for my husband's surgery yesterday (nothing serious-sinus and septum), and I had the best coffee.
The Coffee Corner has The Turtle Latte.
This is espresso with a lot of steamed milk and with chocolate, caramel, and hazelnut mixed in.
YUM! YUM! YUMMY!
It was great!
At the hospital for my husband's surgery yesterday (nothing serious-sinus and septum), and I had the best coffee.
The Coffee Corner has The Turtle Latte.
This is espresso with a lot of steamed milk and with chocolate, caramel, and hazelnut mixed in.
YUM! YUM! YUMMY!
It was great!
Today's 2 Beans
I know that summer isn't officially over until ...what ...the 21st or 22nd, but I am saying it's over already. My children have headed back to school, Labor Day Weekend has passed, and the days are noticeably shorter and cooler than they were just a month ago. Therefore, in my mind, it's officially fall.
In honor of past back-to-school traditions, I'm writing you a small "essay" on my not-so-good, glad-it's-over summer. Hope you enjoy!
My summer started out innocuous enough, but I should have known something was going to happen. I couldn't find my groove. I struggled to balance the kids, my work, activities, etc and that's normally not an issue for the OCD calendar goddess that I am. Then July happened and eventually I just had to throw my hands up, let the tides take me where they would, and deal with the results once I landed.
July 11: My mom was taken to the ER because she had unexplainable bleeding.
July 13: My birthday. My mom was diagnosed with cancer. A beautiful baby girl was born to friends of mine. I call her my gift, because she was a gift of positive in a world going bad.
July 26: My mother was told she had cancer in 2 locations and that she would need surgery to remove it.
July 31: My friends( who had just had the baby) lost his dad due to heat stroke.
Aug 3: My friend buried his father.
Aug 5: My mother is told her cancer diagnosis was not completely accurate. They are only sure of 1 location (due to more extensive testing) and they are unsure as to its origin. (This meant things were looking worse).
Aug 8: My son turned 14.
Aug 9: Friends of ours rushed home to PA because his brother was in the hospital due to bleeding in the brain.
Aug 12: My mother undergoes more testing to try to determine what cancer she has/doesn't have and how far spread it is or isn't.
Aug 13: My friend's brother has a small stroke and is rushed back to the hospital.
Aug 19: My mom is told, as far as they can determine, she only has the one cancerous mass. It's operable so now it's just a matter of when.
Aug 20: I have started Chantix. Yes, nasty habit I know, but it is what it is.
Aug 23: My parents' anniversary.
Aug 25: The kids start back to school.
Aug 27: I step up in dosage of Chantix, though I've barely been functioning as it is.
Aug 29: Have to quit Chantix as it's making me very ill and negatively impacting my ability to work and take care of my family.
Aug 30: My mom's surgery date is set for Sept 6th.
Aug 31: I have to come up with a game plan to quit smoking. It's unhealthy yea, but it's more my mom has cancer and my cholesterol has gotten a little high. It's time to grow up. But first I'm thoroughly going to enjoy the weekend I've got in front of me.
Sept 6: My mom's surgery. It took longer than they anticipated (6 hours), but they're optimistic that they got it all, and they feel secure in saying they didn't see it anywhere else. Though it was quite large and ugly in and on its own.
Sept 8: I cold-turkey quit smoking. I buried myself in my house. My husband took care of all things. I watched TV, read books, ate what I wanted, and buried my head in the sand for 3 days. Basically I pampered myself and said we'll face the world once I've got this crap physically out of my system.
Needless to say, I've fallen behind on reviews. I have to give a really big shout out to the authors who have been so, so, so patient and so,so understanding:
Robert Thornhill, RW Bennett.
Rickey Bray, Kit Iwasaki, Amanda McNeil, Adam Pepper.
Natasha Larry, R.E.Schoberned, Tallulah Grace, Libbey Heiley.
They are all extremely compassionate, understanding, and thoughtful people. So make sure you keep your eyes open for their books to be reviewed on BNB soon. Some I have already read, but just didn't have the time to or the wherewithal to post a review.
Thank-you especially to my followers who stuck around while I was away. Huge amounts of gratitude to you all!
In honor of past back-to-school traditions, I'm writing you a small "essay" on my not-so-good, glad-it's-over summer. Hope you enjoy!
My summer started out innocuous enough, but I should have known something was going to happen. I couldn't find my groove. I struggled to balance the kids, my work, activities, etc and that's normally not an issue for the OCD calendar goddess that I am. Then July happened and eventually I just had to throw my hands up, let the tides take me where they would, and deal with the results once I landed.
July 11: My mom was taken to the ER because she had unexplainable bleeding.
July 13: My birthday. My mom was diagnosed with cancer. A beautiful baby girl was born to friends of mine. I call her my gift, because she was a gift of positive in a world going bad.
July 26: My mother was told she had cancer in 2 locations and that she would need surgery to remove it.
July 31: My friends( who had just had the baby) lost his dad due to heat stroke.
Aug 3: My friend buried his father.
Aug 5: My mother is told her cancer diagnosis was not completely accurate. They are only sure of 1 location (due to more extensive testing) and they are unsure as to its origin. (This meant things were looking worse).
Aug 8: My son turned 14.
Aug 9: Friends of ours rushed home to PA because his brother was in the hospital due to bleeding in the brain.
Aug 12: My mother undergoes more testing to try to determine what cancer she has/doesn't have and how far spread it is or isn't.
Aug 13: My friend's brother has a small stroke and is rushed back to the hospital.
Aug 19: My mom is told, as far as they can determine, she only has the one cancerous mass. It's operable so now it's just a matter of when.
Aug 20: I have started Chantix. Yes, nasty habit I know, but it is what it is.
Aug 23: My parents' anniversary.
Aug 25: The kids start back to school.
Aug 27: I step up in dosage of Chantix, though I've barely been functioning as it is.
Aug 29: Have to quit Chantix as it's making me very ill and negatively impacting my ability to work and take care of my family.
Aug 30: My mom's surgery date is set for Sept 6th.
Aug 31: I have to come up with a game plan to quit smoking. It's unhealthy yea, but it's more my mom has cancer and my cholesterol has gotten a little high. It's time to grow up. But first I'm thoroughly going to enjoy the weekend I've got in front of me.
Sept 6: My mom's surgery. It took longer than they anticipated (6 hours), but they're optimistic that they got it all, and they feel secure in saying they didn't see it anywhere else. Though it was quite large and ugly in and on its own.
Sept 8: I cold-turkey quit smoking. I buried myself in my house. My husband took care of all things. I watched TV, read books, ate what I wanted, and buried my head in the sand for 3 days. Basically I pampered myself and said we'll face the world once I've got this crap physically out of my system.
Needless to say, I've fallen behind on reviews. I have to give a really big shout out to the authors who have been so, so, so patient and so,so understanding:
Robert Thornhill, RW Bennett.
Rickey Bray, Kit Iwasaki, Amanda McNeil, Adam Pepper.
Natasha Larry, R.E.Schoberned, Tallulah Grace, Libbey Heiley.
They are all extremely compassionate, understanding, and thoughtful people. So make sure you keep your eyes open for their books to be reviewed on BNB soon. Some I have already read, but just didn't have the time to or the wherewithal to post a review.
Thank-you especially to my followers who stuck around while I was away. Huge amounts of gratitude to you all!
