Posts tagged ‘daily’

November 7, 2012

MotoExArmor.com

It seems only weeks ago I was writing this blog, but life is always changing.

One day my son needed new armor for his motocross so I went to consult with some of my friends in the military, and we can up with MotoExArmor. This has proved life changing not only for my son but for all of us as a family, as it has become a business. I had no idea that it was going to be this much work. I had no idea how to do half the things I have had to learn how to do. Wow, what an experience it has been, and there are so many more to come.

I have to admit that I don’t feel like a lost soul but rather a person with a purpose. I have a reason to write, be focused and stay motivated. Im not sure what the future will bring, but it will be a worth while adventure to find out.

Heres my links. Check it out. Refer a friend. Give a suggestion, and wish me luck.

http://www.motoexarmor.com
motoarmor.wordpress.com

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September 3, 2012

Thank you

Thank you

You hear it. You say it. Now mean it.

Thank you is one of the most over used under used in the world we live in. I would venture to say that we say it at least 10 times a day in some form. Right on dude. Thanks. That was helpful. That was nice. That was cool. I’m sure you can think of a few more. All have our own special way of expressing our gratitude. But……how often do you really mean, Thank You with sincerity.

Often times and I do mean often I go and get fuel for my car. As I am entering the store someone usually holds the door open for me. “Thank you very much.” are the words that ring out as I pass by. The difference is the very much part. The difference is I look them straight in the eyes and mean what I say. They smile and add a “You are very welcome.”

The simplest things in life bring the most joy. I was appreciative and they felt gratitude towards that appreciation. People, humans by there very nature need to feel like they are needed. I need lots of people in my life. People who don’t know me and I don’t know them. I’m not suggesting that I want to be their friend. I don’t. I don’t want to hear about their personal life, their problems, their issues, there whatever. I don’t care. They don’t care about my world either. I don’t expect them to. This doesn’t change the fact that we need each other to coexist.

I need people because without their presence my life would be boring. I need your ideas that I get off pintrest. Love that place and thank you so much for all the great photos. I need to hear your voice so I can form opinions. Thank you for taking the time to write your blog. I need people to wear ugly clothing so I know what in life I like and dislike. Thanks for dressing badly. Thanks for acting stupid. Thanks for saying dumb things. Thanks for being arrogant. Thanks for being kind. Thanks for everything this world does to make me who I am. And thank you whoever for the beautiful day, the green trees, the sky above, the sun shining.

I’m not always this happy, sometimes life sucks, but I can still manage to get a thank you out here and there. It’s important. If my day sucks maybe I can make yours better.

Say thank you to everyone you pass and then mean it.

September 2, 2012

Inner beauty

Inner beauty

I’m refinishing my house. Of course if you talk to my husband that’s what I am always doing. This time around I am refinishing the stair case banister and putting in wood floors.

The banister has taken me two weeks to sand and finally it is stained. It for sure, with no doubt, is not the same type of quality you get from buying a new manufactured one installed by a professional contractor, but it was defiantly cheaper. With sandpaper, stain, and top coat it cost less than $60.

Here’s the problem. We rarely would notice others mistakes if I had indeed hired someone else to install the banister. I can see every single spot that isn’t just the way I like it. In fact I have gone back re-sanded, re-stained. It will never be perfect, but it was ugly, golden oak, aged over twenty years. Yuck.

I don’t want to say I am a perfectionist because in the true sense of the term I’m not. I am willing to settle at some point, so there has to be a point in which I find peace. There is an inner beauty to all of this. I did the work. I picked the colors, I made the decisions. It was all me. Nobody helped. That’s it.

The inner beauty of the whole thing is that I did it. I didn’t pay someone else to do it. It’s a Chinese thing. If you have a tea kettle and you have repaired it, then it is far more beautiful than if you just went and bought a new one. I read that some place at some time. The words ring true in any situation and they have always stayed with me. As an American in a disposable, keep up with the Jones society I find it hard sometimes to find this beauty, but it’s there.

Am I my own worst critic. It’s the nature of being human I think. We like to judge ourselves and do it harshly. Inner beauty is the sum of all we have done and all that we intend to do. Acceptance for our failures because humans are incapable of perfection by our own standards. We must find inner beauty in everything we attempt. It’s there if we don’t let our judgement get in the way.

May 18, 2011

The morning

What hour of the day would you like to spend the rest of your life?

The answer is simple for me. The first hour when I wake up. I open my eyes, scurry down the stairs to have a cup of coffee on the front porch with my husband no matter how cold or hot it is. My feet are always bare and the freshness of the day is new and untainted. Everything is in place my guitars by my desk, my treadmill down stairs, and my iPad in hand. Its a new beginning. A fresh start to all the crap that happened the day before. You can do a whole bunch of things in that hour or you can just enjoy your coffee. Either way I love waking up and not because I’m not dead but because its like a new life. Its new, fresh, never happened before except for yesterday. It cant be explained. It just is. A moment that repeats itself over and over and over. Never changing and never the same. Its the little things like the amount of sugar in your coffee or the cup in your hand that makes it different. Amazing I just have no words for it. The rest of the day is always tainted with responsibility. Things we don’t always want to do. People we feel obligated to be nice to and places we have to go or not go because of one thing or another. the trouble with the rest of the day is that it’s just trouble. Its complicated, messy. The morning is always simple.