A personal initiative to live more appreciatively

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

#242: Election Season

Watching last night's coverage of the RNC reminded me how much I enjoy the national election season. Kegan and I were very interested in the 2008 elections, and it seems this year will enrapture us to the same degree. I consider myself an Independent, so I like to hear from both parties, watch the debates, listen to the pundits...it's all very interesting to me, and I appreciate being an informed citizen. Living in a democracy and having the right to vote is a privilege I do not regularly think about, but am grateful for, and the official kickoff to this election season reminds me of that reality.

Sunday, August 26, 2012

#241: My Flynn Family

Yesterday I had the chance to spend time with some of my extended family. My cousin Ellen was gracious enough to open up her home to the lot of us, so we gathered together there for what was a really wonderful day. Throughout it, I couldn't help but think how thankful I am for my Flynn family.

My Aunt Peggy is my dad's sister, and she is married to my Uncle Mike. My Uncle Mike has always been a constant, quiet presence in our family. He exudes a sense of calm, and is always good for a great one-liner. My Aunt Peggy is one of the most thoughtful people I know. She is unbelievably considerate and kind, a source of great love and warmth throughout my life. One of the aspects I admire most about her, my Aunt Peggy has always sent my father and our family eloquent, honest, comforting cards and letters honoring the memory of my mother. Aunt Peggy's words have brought great solace to me throughout my life, and I will never be able to thank her enough for her love and support. She also has the feminine version of my dad's laugh, which is always great to hear booming throughout a home.

Like father and mother is daughter. My cousin Ellen is a true blend of her parents. She has her father's quiet grace and her mother's warm heart. For various events throughout my life Ellen will send me thoughtful gifts and warm notes, and I am always overwhelmed by her generosity. Ellen's brought into our family a troop of awesome men, in the form of her husband and three boys, and I look forward to our families growing up together.

My Flynn family is so wonderful. I have warm memories of gatherings at my Aunt Peggy's home, where my grandparents lived, throughout my childhood. You know you are amongst those you love the most, amongst those you can be yourself with the most, when their homes feel like an extension of your own. Yesterday was a really great day, and reminds me how thankful I am for all of the family in my life.

Thursday, August 23, 2012

#240: Nurses

I've written already about being thankful for my doctor; today I am thankful for the nurses who work at my doctor's office. They are such wonderful women, who always put me at ease, answer all my questions, and can even have me laughing while they're drawing blood. I've also utilized, through my health insurance, a nurse care phone line, and have always been reassured and given good advice from the nurses I've spoken to when I've called. I cannot imagine how challenging the nursing profession it is, and I imagine that they are not thanked enough for the amazing work that they do...so the next time I go to my doctor's, I am going to make sure to let my nurses know how appreciated they are, everyday.

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

#239: Tutoring

Today was my last tutoring session with the 8th grader I've been working with all summer. It was a real pleasure to have consistent one-on-one instruction with this student, and I witnessed a lot of growth in him as a writer over our weeks working together. This, coupled with the fact that he was just an awesome kid, made for a really enjoyable tutoring experience. One of the best aspects of teaching is the connections you can make with kids. I don't personally teach him, but I know I will see him in the halls,  and that he'll come to me when he needs help with his writing work throughout the year. I look forward to our future high fives and hearing of the progress that he makes throughout the school year, and am thankful I had the opportunity to get to know him and help him become a better writer.

#238: Sleep Masks

My bedroom gets lots of sunlight first thing in the morning. That's great when you need to get up...and frustrating when you don't. Since Kegan gets up much earlier than I need to in the summer it can be a struggle to fall back asleep in such a brightly light bedroom. A few weeks ago I remembered that I had an old sleep mask tucked away somewhere; once I unearthed it, my mornings have been much different. I'm stirred awake to say goodbye to Kegan and wish him a good day, but able to get a few more hours of sleep which are much needed and much appreciated...especially as the school year approaches, and I'll have to face the sun in those early morning hours again.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

#237: Ninja Kitty

As a cat owner I am drawn to funny cat videos, but even if you dislike them, I can't imagine anyone watching this video and not laughing:

"Ninja Kitty"

#236: Kegan's Painting Weekend

Kegan spent much of the weekend painting, cleaning up, and putting together what used to be our utility room into the laundry room Rob turned it into for us. He did it all himself since I wasn't able to help, and I am so grateful for him taking it on (and not really complaining about it!) Kegan works so hard during the week-- and usually ends up putting in a handful of hours on the weekends, as well-- that I marvel that he took that project on in one weekend. As a result he had little down time this weekend, and I am really appreciative of that sacrifice. Plus now I have a bright, wonderful laundry room...that Pinterest will inspire me to decorate...

Sunday, August 19, 2012

#235: "Midnight City"

Screw "Call Me Maybe". This has been my song of the summer.

"Midnight City"

#234: My Brother, John

John is my 2nd oldest brother. We spent most of my childhood referring to one another as 'buddy', and that truly encapsulates our relationship. When I was little John was always game for playing with me; I recall lots of trips to the park, rounds of Candy Land in the family room, and letting me hang around and watch him play video games. He was always positive and seemingly never annoyed by me...at least he never showed it...and he quickly was someone I considered not just a brother, but a best friend.

When I was about 6 or 7 John went away to college; I was distraught the night before he left. It was truly the first time I had ever experienced loss, and I didn't know, at all, how to process it. But like the amazing brother he is John was the only one capable of cheering me up the day he left, and I still felt close to him when he was in Delaware. He wrote me letters and called every week, always making sure that he stayed on the phone long enough to talk to both of my parents and me, his little buddy. While his leaving for college was a challenge in those early years, it ended up being a blessing when he graduated. He moved home for a few years afterwards, and at that point my sister and brother Dennis were both in college themselves, and Don had married. So for a few years it was just John and I, and I had the benefit of our childhood relationship on an adolescent scale. He remained my buddy: he helped me study for tests, took me to movies, drove me around when I needed a ride, and partnered with me in an attempt to solve Donkey Kong Country (our frustration with the last board likely took years off of our lives).

Yesterday I saw a glimpse of who John is in what is ultimately one of his best roles-- as a father. We were at his daughters' birthday party. Erin became upset during the singing of Happy Birthday-- a typical 5 year old overwhelmed by the sudden, fixed attention. I was helping with the cake preparation, so I was able to witness John's calming influence. He simply took her off to the side, hugged her, and explained very calmly how it was totally fine how she was feeling-- that lots of people don't like to be the center of attention, and that it's a really normal response. Erin was locked into his advice, and quickly brightened. In that moment I realized this is exactly who John is: a reliable, trustworthy, loving man-- one who cares for his daughters, wife Stacie, family, friends, and physical therapy patients deeply. He's always been there for me-- from those early days until now-- and I am so thankful that I have him as my brother, my buddy.


Thursday, August 16, 2012

#233: My Front Stoop

Outside of my house is a small front stoop of three stairs. I was on the phone with Malorie, restlessly walking around my home, and for the last ten minutes of our conversation I ended up sitting out on my front stoop. As I spoke with her I thought to myself, "Why didn't I come out here sooner?" It's a beautiful early evening, cool with a light wind, and I'm soaking in the fresh air and dimming sunshine. My front stoop is an easy place I could sit while I am on the phone, while writing...or just a nice place to sit. I've made a resolution with myself to take more time out here during the late summer and early fall, before the winter chases me inside.

I'm also reminded, sitting out here, how my mom always wanted a front stoop and stairs. My childhood home has a front porch (which is, ironically, what I wish she had). I know, if she could, when she came to visit me she'd sit out here with me, and that makes me smile.

#232: Friends Who Aren't Scared Of Spiders

My college roommates will tell you that I am pretty brave when it comes to bugs. I was usually the one called upon to deal with the invaders of our college house, and as long as I can trap it or step on it without hearing an audible squish, I'll take care of it.

Spiders, though, are a different story. Little ones don't bother me, but the big ones...forget about it.

Yesterday I somehow managed to get into my car without noticing a huge web that had been constructed from my sideview mirror to my car door. Driving along, I then discovered that I had a passenger- a silver dollar sized, chunky spider was hanging on to said web, despite my highway speeds. I watched, in awe and disgust, as the spider somehow curled up his web, traveling on just a single strand he left behind...and then sought out shelter inside the sideview mirror.

I arrived for my school professional development day and immediately greeted my coworkers. "How's your summer been? That's great. Are you bothered by spiders?"

Luckily my coworker Mark was willing to come help me with my stow-away, so he came out during the lunch break with our friends. He fished the spider out with a twig, and we safely deposited it in a tree....many yards away from my car. I thanked Mark profusely-- I would've been a basket case continuing to drive around with it "in" my car-- and he genuinely and kindly responded with, "That's just what you do." I'm so appreciative Mark is such a great guy...and braver than me when it comes to spiders.

Monday, August 13, 2012

#231: Interlibrary Loans

One of the reasons libraries are my favorite American institution is because of interlibrary loans. Despite loving my town library, it's collection is not the best. Therein lies the greatness of interlibrary loans! There's a book I wanted to read that my library didn't have; I requested it through the internet last week, and today I received a phone call that it was waiting at my local branch for me...and I didn't even need to go anywhere to pick it up. Like magic!

#230: Spare Keys

...because when you're running late, have a day of errands planned, and are pretty sure your set of keys are locked in your husband's car, they come in handy. Womp womp.

Sunday, August 12, 2012

#229: Rob

Rob is a coworker, who just so happens to be pretty amazing when it comes to home renovation. He spent some time working on my house this past week, helping us clean up and improve our utility area. Rob tiled the floor, pulled down some old paneling, built a wall, fixed electrical outlets, hung cabinets, AND built me a laundry dresser to boot-- work that would've been extremely challenging (maybe even impossible) and time consuming for us to tackle on our own. Now that the work is done, that space feels truly like a new room in our home-- the space is so much cleaner, brighter, warmer, and friendlier. We're thrilled with the work he's done.

In addition to his skills as renovator, Rob is just a great guy-- generous, kind and funny. He showcased all of these qualities this week: fixing a broken paver we've ignored Phil Dunphy style, brought us vegetables and cupcakes, making all the Home Depot runs to pick up the supplies we needed. I'm of course thankful to know Rob because he's helped us out hugely with out house, but when it comes down to it, I'm just thankful to know Rob.

#228: NYC

I too often take for granted how awesome it is to live only a short while from one of the greatest-- if not the greatest-- cities in the world.  Potentially as a result of this project, I've been keenly aware of how much more grateful I should be for NYC with my recent trips into the city.

I've always wondered what it was like to see NYC through the eyes of a true tourist; I'm sure it's mesmerizing and overwhelming all at the same time. For me, it's just the city. But it's still an amazing place. Whether I'm going in for dinner, a night out with friends, to go shopping, hang out in Central Park, see a show or concert,  check out a museum, or walk around in the quieter neighborhoods, any reason for being in the city is apt to make for a memorable day.

WIth my father hailing from the Bronx and my mother from Brooklyn, NYC has always felt ingrained in my personal history. Having lived in New Jersey my entire life to date, I sometimes am disheartened to think that I haven't lived anywhere different or exciting. But then I just need to remind myself on any given day, at any given time, I'm only a short trip away from a city people dream to see just once in their lives. And that's pretty cool.

Saturday, August 11, 2012

#227: Magnolia Cupcakes


Baked Blessing

#226: My Anniversary

Today is one of my favorite days of the year- my anniversary. This year was a significant one, our 5th.  I love my anniversary, as it allows Kegan and me to commemorate what was the most special day of our lives so far. Our wedding was an amazing event, and I wouldn't change a single moment of the day. Having our family and friends there as witnesses and to share in our joy was one of the best aspects, but what I love most about our anniversary is that it's a day for just us.

I'm so blessed to be married to Kegan for so many reasons, one of which being that he looks forward to and appreciates our anniversary just as much as I do. We plan a way to acknowledge it together, and inevitably spend the day reflecting on how wonderful the years have been, how fast they've past. Neither of us can believe it's been five years since our wedding; that realization inevitably reminds us both how important it is to acknowledge one another and our marriage daily, not just yearly. Luckily I'm married to a man with whom I fall in love with more with each passing day, so that comes naturally.  Our anniversary allows us to celebrate our marriage once a year, but as it's the greatest blessing of my life, I'm thankful for it every minute of every day.

Thursday, August 9, 2012

#225: "Our Family Cookbook"

For my bridal shower, Kegan's Aunt Cathy made me a personalized cookbook. It was, and still is, one of my favorite gifts, both in that it was so thoughtful, and so useful! The cookbook itself is simple: a binder, construction paper and plastic sleeves. But she gave me categories, filled it with family recipes, and left lots of space for me to add recipes along the way. I use it regularly, and since I have had it for a few years I often use it without recognition. Today-- maybe with my anniversary nearing--I was reminded what a great gift it is and how grateful I am that she made it for me.

#224: Checking Off To-Do List Items

Kegan was able to work from home today, so I took advantage of having him around to help me progress with some of the items on my Summer To-Do list. We were able to get so much done...it's amazing how much quicker and more productively you can conquer miscellaneous tasks when you have a partner. At the end of the day, it feels so great to have these errands and little projects completed. I'm thankful that we had the time today, that Kegan was willing to help...and that my to-do list has shortened!

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

#223: Everything In This Commercial

I saw this Coke commercial today, and it made me smile. A nice reminder that all of this exists:

"Look At The World A Little Differently"

#222: My Mother-In-Law

This past weekend my sister spent some time with Kegan's mother. When we talked Sunday night she expressed how awesome my mother-in-law is. I wholeheartedly agreed, and as we discussed her, I realized I don't tell her enough how much I love her or how lucky I am to have her in my life.

Kegan's mom is fiercely loyal-- as a mom, wife, daughter-in-law, sister, aunt, cousin, and friend. That loyalty is evident in many ways: your ability to confide in her, her consistency, her willingness to be there for you in any capacity. You know you can count on her-- and that's so vital in a family, and in life in general. I know if I am having an issue I can pick up the phone and call her for advice or just to vent...and she has a legion of people who consider her in that same regard.

Along with her loyalty, she has so many other amazing, lofty qualities: she's generous, kind,  forgiving, stands up for herself and what she believes in, is incredibly hard working, giving, determined, and selfless. I see many of these qualities in Kegan, and know that he counts his mother as one of his main role models, and one of his best friends...as do I. As much as she has built a strong character, she's also fun. You can always count on her for a laugh, she's lighthearted, and knows what matters in life: good meals, good time with friends and family, and a good shopping trip. Not to mention crunchy bread.

When you lose your mother, especially at a young age, as I did, you realize the value of a relationship one has with their mother. I have always admired Kegan's relationship with his mom...and hope that if I ever have a son I can build one similar to their's. But I am most thankful for the relationship that I have with her. She's graceful- in every definition of that word- and she has always shown me grace as her daughter-in-law. She's respected that the years since my mother have passed have not been easy-- that sometimes I had to pull away from maternal figures because it was too painful. She never took offense to that, or tried to make me feel otherwise...she just let it be. But in recent years, as time heals certain wounds, I haven't felt that way, and if anything, it's made me closer to Kegan's mom. I realize how lucky I am that I have a mom, still, in her, and that my mom is probably so happy to know that I have someone looking out for me, someone who is as good a mom as she is and who treats me as a daughter, not a daughter-in-law. When it comes to mother-in-laws, there's nothing better than that...and when it comes to mother-in-laws, there's no better one than mine.

My Mother-In-Law and me

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

#221: Oscar Pistorius

The Olympics have been awesome to watch for the past week and a half, and I am especially into the track and field events that recently started. Prior to the Olympics starting, I wrote about my appreciation for parathletes, and that was before I had ever heard of Oscar Pistorius. Oscar is a sprinter from South Africa, and the first amputee to compete in the Olympics. There was a decent amount of controversy surrounding his Olympic qualification; there was argument that he had an advantage because of the "blades" that he runs on as prosthetics. Oscar and his lawyers logically defused these claims, pointing out the scientific evidence that proved his blades were merely springs (not bionic in anyway), and that many parathletes use the same blades that he does...and they are nowhere near as fast. It wasn't that he had an advantage, but that he was merely insanely talented-- like any Olympic athlete.

Oscar qualified for the semi-finals, and ultimately came in 5th in that heat. At the end of the race the winner of the heat went over to him and asked to trade bibs-- the ultimate runner sign of respect. When I saw this, I teared up a bit. In Pistorius' mind, the minds of his competitors and people worldwide, he had won. Oscar said that he considered it a victory that he had made the Olympics, that he could be a part of history, the further progression of our world towards equality.

#220: Evening Walks

One of the perks of summer is being able to go for an evening walk after dinner. It's still light, and warm enough that you feel welcome to head out into your neighborhood. Kegan and I have not taken as many evening walks as we normally do in the summer, but we went out today. It was only for about 20 minutes, but it was 20 of the nicest minutes of my day. It's really nice to have quiet time, to breathe in the fresh air, to be together.

Monday, August 6, 2012

#219: Give-a-Ways

An author I really admire, Gretchen Rubin, and a muse of my Thankfulness Project, is coming out with a new book in a month. In advance of the release she is giving a way one copy of the new book each day for the next month. I entered to win one...and in doing so realized how much I love give-a-ways! Obviously it's generous of individuals or companies to run them, but I also like the sheer excitement of the possibility of winning something! I don't consider myself particularly lucky, but I do remember, vividly, when I won a VHS copy of "Home Alone" from a grocery store when I was a kid. It was such a cool feeling, and oe that I anticipate replicating with every give-a-way I have the opportunity to enter!

#218: Pandora

The other night at dinner I was loving the music that the restaurant was playing. At the end of the night I asked our waiter if they were, as I suspected, using Pandora...and they were! He told me the station they were playing (Belle & Sebastian) and it's been the soundtrack to my day as I've puttered around my house. Pandora is one of my favorite websites, and I've been introduced to so much new music from it.

Sunday, August 5, 2012

#217: Instant Messaging

Like most of my peers in the early to mid 2000s, I was always into instant messaging. I never saw it as a "waste of time"... it was just a form of communication. It was easy, fast, and you could have multiple conversations going at once. 

Once I graduated college, I rarely, if ever, signed onto AIM, and instant messaging went extinct in my life.

But on occasion, through facebook, I instant message. As I write this, I am IMing with Kegan's cousin Adam, and it's great! I love being able to carry on a conversation, watch tv, and get some work done on the computer. I'm often overwhelmed by technology, but it of course it's all in how you use it...and using instant messaging to communicate and keep in touch with family and friends is one of the blessings of technology.

#216: Ben & Jerry's

...also known as, heaven in a pint.

Saturday, August 4, 2012

#215: Craft

Craft in NYC is one of my favorite restaurants. Despite the fact that a well made grilled cheese is easily my favorite meal, I know good food when I eat it. It's always nice to spend an evening in the city, enjoying the ambiance of filament lights, attentive service and the amazing dinners Craft affords. We often go there for special occasions, but one of the main aspects that I appreciate about the restaurant is that, even if we're not there for any particular reason, a night at Craft feels special in and of itself.

#214: Girls' Nights

As we age, more and more of my girl friends are getting into serious relationships or married. While this in itself is wonderful, it means that less time is spent with just the girls. Time that we get for girls' nights has become, as a result, more valuable. I love having time to spend with the amazing women that I am blessed to call my friends, to talk and laugh and be ridiculous in a way that we wouldn't...or couldn't...be with guys around. It's nice to foster relationships amongst couples and with my friends' significant others, but it's also just as important to foster the core friendship, and girls' nights are often just the way to do that.

Friday, August 3, 2012

#213: "...all good things..."

A few months ago my sister and I were out shopping in Pennsylvania. We went to a store that featured artwork from local artists, and I discovered a painting that I just kept going back to look at it. Never before had I had the experience of feeling like artwork "spoke" to me, but there was something about this painting that did. We left the store, but within days I was calling to buy it over the phone, taking a cue from Gretchen Rubin and Laura Vanderkam, both who extoll the value of buying things that make you happy.

Now this painting hangs over my bed, and it does make me quite happy. The title of the piece, "...all good things..." speaks to this project and the perspective on life that I try to foster, that there is so much good in our lives. And for me, this painting is such.

#212: Morning Pets with Kennedy

Of our two cats, Kennedy is the introvert. Most people don't know her, or only know of her from the rare glimpses they see as she darts down the hall to hide under our bed when they come over. She's the more apprehensive of the two, and although she's happy to be part of the family when it's just the four of us, she's still a bit withdrawn.

That is, except for in the morning.

When we first wake up, Kennedy is all over us. Kegan wakes up much earlier than I do. If he doesn't find her and spend some time petting her, I hear her start meowing and crying for him to come spend time with her. When I finally get up myself, Kennedy will run from wherever she is to hop up on her cat condo,  where she prefers to be pet, looking at me as if to say, "Well...it's about time!"

Once she's had her fill of affection for the day, Kennedy goes off on her own. She'll sit on the arm of the couches we are on (while Noel is draped across us), she'll lay up in bed with us, but at our feet. She'll cry if we're in separate rooms for too long, needing to know where we are and coming to join us...keeping to a bit of a distance. I'm thankful for these moments with her, but most especially for our morning time together. One of the differences between cats and dogs is that cats are much harder to earn affection from. I know when friends and family see her run away, or don't see her at all, they must assume she's a pet whom we don't have much of a relationship with. But catch that cat first thing in the morning, and she's a whole different animal.

Thursday, August 2, 2012

#211: Having Doors Held

Since I was little, I've always been prone to hold doors for others. This started mostly from being a socially awkward child, who would hold the breezeway doors after mass and not know how to pass it off to someone else. Once I became used to holding doors for quite a few people, I almost became compulsive about it. There are times when someone is significantly behind me, but the mere sight of them heading my way results in me holding the door for them. Sometimes this forces them into a jog, and I almost feel like I am inconveniencing them by holding the door rather than not!

Because I am such a stickler for the holding of doors for others, I am easily annoyed by people who don't hold doors for me, and very appreciative of those who do. In my opinion, not holding doors is inconsiderate, while holding doors is a kind gesture-- a sign that in these times of introversion and self involvement, we as a society still have manners, can still be considerate.

Today I was pushing a cart out of Target and the automatic doors weren't working. I had to maneuver a way to simultaneously hold open the door and get my cart, naturally filled with bulky items, out of the store. Just as I was about to perform an acrobatic feat, I heard a voice behind me, "Let me get that for you." A woman walked away from her cart in order to help. She held it for me, and then I returned the favor and held the door open so she could get herself out. We smiled at each other, grateful to have come across one another's paths.

Then, of course, a man with a single bag walked up to the automatic doors and they worked for him.

The woman and I looked at each other and laughed, and then parted ways. Today I'm thankful this woman was gracious enough to help me with the door, and as insignificant as it may seem, I am thankful for all the doors ever held for me.

#210: Raymond on "Wheel of Fortune"

I was reminded of this video last night. It is long, but a well spent eight minutes of your life.


Wednesday, August 1, 2012

#209: Trivia Nights

I love going out to play trivia. Anything based around a game, appetizers and a beer is a good night in my books. I also have so much fun testing my knowledge of random facts (which I've come to accept is subpar) and subsequently gaining knowledge of random facts.

While I'm thankful for trivia nights in general, I'm thankful for the one I participated in tonight with Kegan's cousins. It was really wonderful to spend time with them, especially Jim and Diane who live in New Hampshire and are down for vacation. Plus I contributed two correct answers, which I'm pretty proud of. Who knew I knew the Flintstones' address...but somewhere in the recesses of my mind, that's taking up space.

#208: August

With many of my friends new engaged and in the midst of wedding planning, I am reminded lately of my own experience doing this years ago, and it's caused me to recognize my appreciation for my wedding month of August.

Ideally, I don't think I would have chosen August as a wedding month. The fall is my favorite season, and there is much to be said for the ambiance created by the cool weather, changing leaves, the sense of harvest. But for a teacher who wanted to go on her honeymoon soon after being married, the only logical season for a wedding is summer, and so we settled on August.

Also, I wanted to get as close to the fall months as I could, but August in the Northeast is definitively not autumnal. By the grace of God (and my mother, I think) I was blessed with a truly gorgeous day, weather wise. Warm but not hot, barely humid, bright and sunny-- the perfect summer day. Days like this exist in August, and I've learned to appreciate them. Some years summer seems to extend into September, but many years September ushers in the fall. August, therefore, one must always view as the end of summer, the final weeks to enjoy the wonderfulness that is this time of year.

Maybe it's that I was married during it, but there's something romantic about this month. Even its name is romantic sounding! August (the name and the month itself) reminds me of dusk-- the late afternoon transitioning to early evening, as the calendar year transitions to its near end.   The days are still long, but clearly shortening, giving you time to enjoy the last few summer nights, time to reflect on a wonderful summer that is ending, and to anticipate the beauty of fall on the horizon.

Project Note

The summer months of June & July have proven to be challenging for me in regards to regular postings. The hecticness of the last month of the school year, followed by the first month of unstructured time and lack of a routine resulted in less reflections than I would have preferred. So, in order to get back on track with my goal of 366 musings on the aspects of my life for which I am most thankful, I have issued a personal challenge to myself for the month of August: 2 posts a day, each day. Get ready for an inundation of appreciation!