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Brain Mush

27 Feb



As a recovering perfectionist, I hate when I can’t seem to form coherent sentences…or when the words that are on the tip of my tongue don’t form into the vocabulary I’m accustomed to. I struggle for syllables, tripping on consonants…misplacing vowels. Apologizing for my brain mush seems silly…but I do it anyway….

I’m not one to set resolutions at the new year. I do however, set goals for fitness, finance and personal growth. Over the last few years, this odd thing started to happen…Something on the spiritual level started to tug…snag on my day until I acknowledged it’s presence.

It crops up on its own..taking shape before my eyes… and I know…I know it is my job for the next twelve months to work on the assignment at hand.Like the dutiful student that I am, I dive in…Hoping to gain wisdom and find peace on the journey.

The first time this happened, it was the year of practicing patience… THAT was a freakin’ hard year…I had LOTS of homework and on the job training. I still wouldn’t define myself as a patient person…In fact, I don’t do anything slow…but I’ve come a long, long way. I can wait in line now without turning into a two year old with behavioral problems stomping my feet and rolling my eyes.

Last year I worked on loving people for who they are…where they are. Also…NOT AN EASY TASK, folks. Some people are NOT that loveable…Just saying… But what I gained out of that experience far out weighs the pain….

I even became friends with some folks that only move in first gear….as their fastest speed…Trust me when I tell you this used to drive me C.R.A.Z.Y….

Seriously….BAT SHIT CRAZY…who knew they could be so loveable?

So this year, I was a little shocked when the knocking at the door wore a lighter coat….a trench, let’s say. Putting his arm around my shoulders he said, “Let’s work on being in the moment”….

Hmmm….Don’t I already do that?

“Not very well” he replied….

So here I am…Drinking a glass of red wine, sitting on my back porch listening to the birds chirp. I had a very successful work week, watching an event that took months to plan, come together.

I’m exhausted…and will allow my body to rest without pushing for more.

My brain is mush…and no apologies are needed.

Visualizing a job well done…and basking in it’s light.

I’m in the moment…and it feels pretty damn good right about now….

I’m a work in progress…but I’m in it…to WIN it…

PS – during the writing of this blog…I posted to soon by mistake (^ see comment about brain mush)…AND, I lost half the post having to retype it…only for my computer to do a random shutdown and software update….

Guess I could still use some work on patience…because I nearly quit…and a few cuss words may have escaped into the atmosphere…

Meet Toronto

31 Oct


This week is homecoming  for my son’s school. They were asked to dress in various themes, one being the wild west.

In the car on the way to school, we have this conversation:

  • T starts with, “I’m King Wasabi”.
  • “Ok, who is that?”
  • “You know….King Wasabi.”
  • “Nope, I don’t know King Wasabi,”  I say shaking my head…
  •  “Well, that is what Toronto says.”
  • 10 seconds of wracking my brain, flipping through the invisible rolodex of what he could be referring to…then I chuckle… “OH NO, that is Tonto… and TONTO says, Ke-mo sah-bee, not King Wasabi.”

I laughed all the way to work.

My son T has always made up his own words. I find it hysterical .  So funny that I often start using his made up words as our new family vocabulary, weaving it into my sentences where ever I can.  Here are a few of my favorites.

  • Speed Lemon = Speed Limit
  • 3 eyed chicken = teriyaki chicken
  • Hanny-anna = Indiana
  • Paula-metto moo = Palmetto Moon (a local store)

When he was learning his alphabet, he insisted for weeks that the letter ‘W’ was pronounced “woubble woo”.

Oh, and if you read my earlier post, you already know that I gave birth to two geniuses.  Of course this means he knows everything. If I  attempt to correct his vocabulary he stands FIRM in his belief that he is right. He can hold a fierce debate. While his reasoning often only makes sense to him, I’m  still thoroughly impressed.  

If I took this all seriously, caring more about his image of perfection, of how this mispronunciation looks to teachers, to other moms…. it surely would cause more gray hair than I have now. However, when I look at the big picture, I know these are the times I will hold tight to my heart when he is grown and gone. I also know that his creativity, his spunk, and his determination will carry him far.

Tonight we will eat 3 eyed chicken before we take King Wasabi a.k.a. Toronto around trick or treating….  savoring each moment and loving it.

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