Happy Places

My New Happy Place

In this chaos-filled world it’s important to find or create Happy Places to feed your soul. Somewhere to step back or away. A hopeful point of view that renews and regenerates.

Today it was as simple as splurging on a pot of flowers.

(Okay, two…)

Posies

I’ve been looking at that burned up ol’ stump long enough. Time to add some color to it! The end result made me happy.

I was also tickled to be grilling out this Memorial Day weekend. Thank you to every soul who contributed to such unabashed freedom. (Feeling blessed.) Your sacrifice has not gone unnoticed, nor unappreciated.

Grill Full of Goodness

Make the world a happier place, beginning with yours. Do whatever you need to do to give… thank a Veteran… and remember the fallen. We owe them so much.

Enjoying a peaceful (and tasty) weekend at the lake,

~ Kim

Girly Stuff

GirlyStuff

I’m not a “high maintenance” kind o’ gal by any stretch of the imagination. A pony tail and a pair of earrings do me just fine, thank you.

But, for the past six months I’ve taken care of sooooo many other things (necessarily so), I almost forgot to take care of myself!

Enter Girly Stuff…

In one corner of our “powder room” there’s a section of counter top that can only be described as a vanity.

I’ve never had one before. In fact, the very word brings up connotations of superficial self-absorption that gives me the heebie jeebies!

However, a few special women in my life bade me to look at things a lil’ differently… including myself.

Girly stuff 2

My Sis once told me she got a kick out of my “scrunchies.” I always color-coordinated them with my outfits — which has been a challenge this past half year since I’ve been wearing donated clothing in every color of the rainbow — hence, my new collection of rainbow-colored scrunchies. :)

The vintage wood-burned box was a gift from my very special sister-in-law, Candy, xo. The box belonged to my Grandma — truly a thoughtful gift! Come to think of it, Grandma had a vanity — one of those gorgeous antique dressers with an ornately framed mirror and a burgundy velvet-covered bench. I spent many happy hours playing “dress up” with her tortoise shell combs and softly scented White Shoulders talcum powder with the pale pink powder puff.

Yup, Girly Stuff.

Girly stuff

This whimsical lil’ make up bag (one of three sent by my dear friend, Ally, with the matching gift bow next to it, xo) incredibly matched my current “color scheme” in the powder room — and my more vibrant outlook on life. I love when that happens!

The fish bowl (literally) was a “find” on a recent outing — a gift to myself. (Slowly, but surely, I’m “getting it.”) I promptly turned it into a ‘jewelry box’ because hey… that’s the extent of my jewelry! (And bear in mind, it may make a guest appearance now and then in future foodie-related posts.)

Just sayin… :)

Vanity

Then there’s this beautiful one-of-a-kind bench given to me by my sweet friend, Jurine — my Sister’s best friend. (The bench belonged to my Sis — so did the gray tray on the counter.) That kind of giving knows no end! xo

How can I adequately express my appreciation to these lovely women who took care of me until I felt like taking care of myself once again? I love you! And you know what?

Girly Stuff feels good,

Enjoying the non-selfish aspects of “self care,”

~ Kim

P.S. I’m going to be offline for a couple of days (begging your pardon in advance) — my internet service is finally going to be transferred to our HOME. I’ve been running up and down the driveway between there and our “temporary house” for 3 months (!) and I can’t wait to set up shop and take even better care of moi… and YOU!

Waiting For The Rain

The lake is so low these days, there’s a forest of driftwood trees jutting up beyond the shoreline like wooden soldiers, standing at attention, waiting for the rain to deliver some much needed relief.

Once the lake rises again, they’ll be submerged — present, but lurking under the surface.  So it is with my resolve.

Lately, every time I make a measurable advance in one of my pursuits, a drought of mind and spirit follows, seemingly sucking it dry.  I wonder if the lake is aware of this constant emptying and refilling; I know I am.

The lesson I’ve learned is to pay attention.  Previously, I thought that meant paying more attention to my pursuits.  Putting in the extra effort.  Moving forward at all costs.  Sacrificing sleep to stick with it.

Finishing what I started, and all that.

But after experiencing the gnawing fatigue of being “on duty” twenty-four hours a day while I was caring for my father, I’ve come to know that ebb and flow are good things — inevitable things.  My cup isn’t going to run over just because I think it should.

It’s okay to be tired.  As long as I take time to rest.

It’s okay to be motivated.  As long as I recognize my limits.

It’s okay to push forward.  As long as I honor my needs.

It’s okay to set aside dreams.  As long as I pursue them later.

Now I’m paying attention to the lake, observing its ebb and flow.  And like the weary wooden soldiers at the front, I, too, am waiting for the rain.

Enjoying a moment of introspection,

~ Kim

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