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I’ve had this Colorado Bucket List for over a year. Besides Broncos games and white water rafting, we haven’t accomplished much on the list. Spring Break is coming up and I would like to check one of these items off. This would take some planning. And just like I haven’t made a plan for my next steps with this blog, winging it is not the best way to accomplish my goals.
As I was making a list of odd little thoughtful things that I do for my family and my community, there was a little apprehension in sharing them. I decided that even though some of the things I do may rub some people the wrong way, sharing the list would be worth it.
Have you ever scrolled through IG or FB and find that the posts that have sayings cause you to pause? We stop to read them because we want to see if we can relate to it or if the meaning resonates.
Recently I was fortunate enough to go to London to watch the Broncos play a game against the Jaguars. Friends have asked me (and still are) how my trip was. I like to be transparent and sincere in my responses especially when I know that the person asking is genuinely asking. The trip itself was nice, but my life after has been forever changed.
I have felt so honored whenever someone texts or calls me to let me know they are visiting Colorado and they’re thinking of me. Reaching out to me is a thoughtful pinch that I cherish endlessly. Just this past week I was able to see a few out-of-towners, a relative who lives here in Denver and I have another visitor coming up this week. The visits have been short and sweet and still a joy.
I’m currently on a “Mother/Daughter NY City” trip and of course going to church on Sunday was part of the itinerary. I am so glad that my daughter didn’t fight me on this event. I think years of my efforts are beginning to pay off.
On my final dip in the ocean before heading back to Denver, somehow my family had a discussion about church. I was already thinking that I would write about church this week and so I took it as a sign. What were the chances that we would have a conversation about church while we were spending our last moments together as family while on vacation?
I recently spent time with my mom in Arizona because we were both attending a family friend’s event. Not only was it great to see lots of friends and family because I haven’t seen them in years but reminiscing with everyone was precious. As we looked around to see who might over hear us, it was also a little thrilling to hear the whispered updates about those who were there and those who didn’t come to the party. This celebration was more than I expected and as a bonus, I was able to conduct a little unofficial research for this post.
I recently read a quote on a billboard that said, “The root of joy is gratefulness.” I looked up the quote and learned that David Steindl-Rast was the one who said this. Not sure why I have never seen or heard this quote until now but I’m so glad to know about it now. No wonder I don’t ever think being grateful is a chore. The more I’m grateful the more I am filled with joy. Makes a lot of sense.
At the moment, I am deciding where to get mattresses for our guest bedroom. Exciting, I know. The price difference between two vendors is around $150-300 depending on the various specifications. I am buying two full size beds so it adds up to a minimum of $300 to consider. I wouldn’t usually discuss price details about my home decor (unless it was a steal!) but the decision about which mattress company to use is hanging on me. I am trying to live up to a thoughtful concept that involves guests.
I know it’s a hassle to meet new people because we have to introduce ourselves and then start the whole “how can we connect?” process. But there is no way around it, meeting new people is a gateway to new opportunities.
For the last fifteen of the 25 years that my hub has been in the NFL, I have stayed put for the holiday season. I was pregnant with our first child 15 years ago and once she came into the world, I became a mom so I didn’t travel anywhere for the holidays because logistically, it didn’t make sense. However, this year, for the first time since I became a mom, I am not home for the holidays.
