I feel as though I write about the same things. Moments, gifts and memories. Those three things are where most of my mind stays when I’m wide awake because I can’t sleep. Moments are so precious to me. They also are sometimes debilitating. I choose to see them more of a half glass full even if they are not. I was thinking today about how every person I see I immediately go to a moment in my head. Like I was thinking about my brother and I started thinking about this lady we met on the beach years ago. She had brought what looked like a comforter from her condo out to the beach. She appeared to be heavily intoxicated and was trying feverishly to straighten her comforter as the waves kept knocking her over. We decided we would go try and if anything save her. She ended up being not as intoxicated as we had thought but she had just lost her husband. What I remember was her trying even in the midst of telling us this story, to fix the comforter straight on the beach. Fix the corners she said. Perhaps her life was out of control but what she had left was those corners. This is oddly one of my favorite moments with my brother. It cost nothing and was as random as could be but we both walked away with a bit more compassion that day for people.
I see so many people everyday. Some I go to best moments in my mind. Some pop across my fb feed and I think why do they keep suggesting them to me. Don’t they know our moments were not memory worthy. Lol. I am a people pleaser by birth and it is the best and worst quality. I have two friends who constantly tell me I don’t have to fix what I didn’t break… but if I don’t it torments me to no end. Okay there are very and I mean very few exceptions where I let that pony run,, but 9 times out of ten I fix it. I had a girl at my work who was having just a rotten morning and I thought sometimes a gift or kind word can change the course of someone’s day. So I walked over to the store three doors down. It cost five dollars and that’s all it took. We put so much emphasis on the gift when really it’s so much more. It’s the thought behind it. I have said giving is my ultimate joy. Not because I receive gifts, compliments or anything well because if I’m honest I stink at it. Oh but to give a gift is the ultimate high. Even if you put your heart and soul into it. Even if you thought out the way they will respond.( Don’t do that it’s never as bad or as good as you want) I will never ever stop.
I’ve been cleaning or purging my house the last month and let me say I like things. My girls like things. My husband likes things. All different. Callie’s are stuffed animals. We had to get rid of some of them. Now letting go of clothes for her is easy but those animals she has names for and remembers where they came from. I’m like these are big to her. She’s 9. She’ll be out of this by 11 so let her love the stuffed pigs. Catie loves books. She can’t have too many. She loves journals too. I feel she is an old soul and she sees things for the value that they have. She cares nothing of namebrands but more of something that speaks to her soul. A record or book or anything and I love that because that makes her so unique.
Scotty he loves a good find. He is like a lion on the hunt when we go anywhere. He may not need it but if it’s marked down enough you can bet he’s gonna buy it. We were in need of knobs for our kitchen. He found about 75% of some knobs at a local store and put those up. Now mind you his heart was right but we have 25% that don’t match. So we will have to find something that halfway matches because those clearance knobs are gone. He finds good deals too. Like he will bring home 5 gallons of paint and paint the hallway and pay barely anything and it’s actually a great color. So his “Dave Ramsey” side does sometimes work.
Then there’s me… I am a retailers dream. I love all things. Expensive or not. If it’s speaks to me I buy it. It takes not much to speak to me either. A good demo and I’ve bought that flat iron. A good swimsuit that holds in your tummy and I’m shipping express. These bloggers have me in all kinds of trouble. If they say it’s good, it makes you look pretty or gives you the feels then I’m buying it. Don’t worry I’ll probably buy you one too. Haha.
See I write these blogs but I circle my plane on the same landing strip every time. Moments, memories and gifts. If I have instilled one quality in my girls it’s to love your moments and make memories you will talk about for years. Oh and the gift part.. not everyone will get it. Some people’s gifts are words of affirmation or acts of service. I commend those. Those in itself can make or break a moment or memory. But never stop being true to you. It’s ok if you love shoes, stuffed pigs, Ollie’s cabinet knobs or old books. Just be you. Remember those moments and if you want to fix something you didn’t break then fix it. It’s not for them anyways. It’s for you!(people pleaser handbook rule number 1) If you want to send random gifts or text people and tell them you miss them do it!! Trust me you may never see the other side of the gift or text but I promise you that knowing someone loves you goes along way. So if you see someone struggling on a beach with a comforter or maybe someone comes to your mind and you haven’t talked to them. Call them. Help them. Send them a gift. You’ll always be the winner. Have a moment this weekend, make a memory and give a gift. Trust me I got lots to work on.. I’m like a self help books dream but I’ve also come along way. Be ok with you !!!!Hope you’re safe and hope you have a wonderful holiday ❤️
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