"We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit." --Aristotle
For what it's worth: it's never too late or, in my case, too early to be whoever you want to be. There's no time limit; stop whenever you want. You can change or stay the same; there are no rules to this thing. We can make the best or the worst of it. I hope you make the best of it. And I hope you see things that startle you. I hope you feel things you never felt before. I hope you meet people with a different point of view. I hope you live a life you're proud of. If you find that you're not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.
No one said when you exited college you still wouldn't know what you wanted to be when you grew up.
uh.
here.
that place again.
you know, the place you find yourself after you bump into the ex.
and his teeth are shining new and his antique impala is perfectly renovated (all with his own money)
and he has 2 of these classic he's perfectly rebuilt from the depths of the 60's.
a well behaved dog.
a beautiful soulmate wife.
and they just returned from a great trip to barcelona and paris.
and he throws in the "and if i lost all the stuff i would be just as happy."
but he still drives by my apartment to see if he'll catch me out front.
and today, he caught me.
and today, i ran over to him for 2 big hugs, smiles and catching up for a rushed 4 minutes as the roar of the classic impala rumbled.
and his wife watches the dog whisperer too.
and his brother is renting out his house in hollywood but living in san diego.
the things.
they bother me. they bother me because i know the history. i remember it all.
the days i spent crying and hoping and wishing he would become who he has become.
he's done it. i knew he would become this wonderful, happy, fulfilled person.
i am so proud. (who said, "you can't fall in love with potential?")
and i am so very selfishly sad that i am not a bigger part of his now.
i know in our hearts, we are connected deeper than i can even understand.
the laughs and breakfast sandwiches and beach lounging days. teenage love.
and smiles for miles and tears for years. the future we didn't have.
i love him. i always will.
i guess i just have to resolve to be perfectly happy for him. and try not to feel the bitterness of the past.
live in the now. live in the now.
recognize that i am supposed to be exactly where i am.
happy and grateful for all i have become and experienced.
but damnit. i am getting a condo and a dog this year. yes i am.
We've all seen emails like this before, but I never get tired of them…
TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED THE 1960's, 70'S and 80's
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-base paints.
We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, locks on doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had baseball caps not helmets on our heads.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, no booster seats, no seat belts, no air bags, bald tires and sometimes no brakes. Riding in the back of a pick-up truck on a warm day was always a special treat.
We drank water from the garden hose and not from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends.
We ate cupcakes, white bread, real butter and bacon. We drank Kool-Aid made with real white sugar, and, we weren't overweight. WHY?
Because we were always outside playing...that's why!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on.
No one was able to reach us all day and we were O.K.
No cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet and no chat rooms. WE HAD REAL FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and Knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just Walked in and talked to them.
Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal With disappointment. Imagine that!!
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all.
If YOU were one of these kids, CONGRATULATIONS!
Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it ?
We arrived yesterday after a long, delayed day of travel. Our plane sat at LAX for 2.5 hours while they fixed a computer temperture guage in the front cargo area (ahh technology - you always fail!). I watched sex n the city 2, while my man watched getting to the greek. we both slept maybe an hour during the flight. It was the 3rd day of a head cold that just managed to get into my system for my trip to Hawaii. But, we arrived, got our luggage, got our car, got lost on the H1 and finally took the Pali to get to kailua. Once we arrived, our Kailua book hung on our door handle and a cute watercolor painting from Stacie inside (and some chocolate chip cookies from Guam!).
Once settled, we got some groceries and take out and lounged until we went to bed early. The rain poured in the middle of the night, waking me up gently and I smiled- so happy to be here- even if with this dumb cold.
Bff is getting married in just two days! Such a trip! But I am very happy for both her and Kris! I am about to walk across the street to the beach for a little sunshine while my man naps in the bed.
Aloha!

Off He Goes by Pearl Jam
One...Two...One...Two
Know a man
His face seemed pulled and tense
Like he's ridin' on a motorbike
In the strongest winds
So I approach with tact
Suggest that he should relax
But he's always movin' much too fast
Said he'll see me on the flip side
On this trip he's taken for a ride
He's been takin' too much on
There he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes
He's yet to come back
But I've seen his picture
It doesn't look the same up on the rack
We go way back
I wonder 'bout his insides
It's like his thoughts are too big for his size
He's been taken...where, I don't know
Off he goes with his perfectly unkept clothes
There he goes
And now I rub my eyes, for he has returned
It seems my preconceptions are what should have been burned
For he still smiles... And he's still strong
Nothing's changed but the surroundin' bullshit
That has grown
And now he's home and we're laughin'
Like we always did, my same old, same old friend
Until a quarter to ten
I saw the strain creep in
He seems distracted and I know just what is going to happen next
Before his first step, he's off again
Simple five step plan for just about everyone and everything
The number of people you need to ask for permission keeps going down:
1. Go, make something happen.2. Do work you're proud of.
3. Treat people with respect.
4. Make big promises and keep them.
5. Ship it out the door.
When in doubt, see #1