Weekend Coffee Share: Soup and Snuggles

Good morning! I hope everyone is doing well. If you are, you are doing better than me. I’ve gotten another cold. Kept me outĀ anotherĀ day of work on Friday. In fact today is the first day in about 3 days that I haven’t been worried about breathing and a sore throat… Though my throat is a little bit sore, I think that’s because I slept with my mouth open some last night.

Who knows how many spiders I ate in my sleep…

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Just a Quickie…

Update, that is.

When I started this, it was yesterday and nearly my bed time; I’m just now getting back to it while I’m waiting on the Boy to get home… I beat him here. I didn’t get half of the things done that I had wanted to do last night, and tonight will be equally as non-productive, but I wanted to give you a quick update on how things went this weekend. I’ll try to keep it brief, but you know me.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Be in the Moment

With only a few hours left of my Spring Break, this weekend we’d be drinking our coffee (or tea) while curled up in bed with relaxing music playing from my cellphone on one side and a stack of papers and notes on the other.

It’s a bit of a mixed signal, I suppose: relaxation on one side and stress from work on the other, but I feel sometimes that I’m very full of contradictions.

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What now?

When last I wrote on here, my brain didn’t feel quite normal. It’s still not quite there, but there is some progress.

I was concerned about things with the Boy. We’re going to drop the New and Old distinctions as I have almost no interaction with the Old Boy anymore, though he and I were supposed to have dinner last week, and, as is his trend, he canceled promising to reschedule. He hasn’t yet… which is one of a gazillion reasons why we didn’t last.

So, if I am talking about the Old Boy, I’ll make the distinction, but for the moment the New Boy isĀ theĀ Boy.

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Weekend Coffee Share: Sleepover

This weekend, if we were sharing about our lives over coffee, we’d be doing it with wine instead, while watching the Oscars. My weekend was a bit out of sorts, but in a mostly good way. Friday evening I got back into a weekly tradition with some of the girls from work that I’ve missed, so I couldn’t write Friday night.

And yesterday was a continuous back and forth of hurry up and wait. I allowed myself to sleep in, took a leisurely bath so I could make my legs good and smooth, then raced to get my nails done, only to have to wait… for 4 hours… until they were done. All so I could be ready for date night with the New Boy.

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Start with the Little Things.

I came across a quote by Peter Capaldi today. I’ve seen it before, but it always sticks with me. It was a quote from an interview, one of several, where he talks about his wife. It always gives me a feeling that all is right with the world when I see or hear him talk about his wife. It is proof that romance is in fact still alive and kicking, and that there are still people who find that everlasting love, the one that I every now and then think might just be a myth.

And it’s all because of the little things. While I’m sure there’s more to the story, one of my favorite Peter Capaldi quotes is in response to a question about someone doing something nice for him.

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Not Resolutions, but Goals

Several people all about the world wide web, from blog and Instagram posts to e-zine articles and individual Tweets, have made a statement that they are foregoing the idea of the New Year’s Resolution in favor of the New Year’s Goals. I think this is a brilliant idea!

The word “resolution,” beside being completely outdated (when was the last time you used “resolution” in a sentence?), has a connotation of finality. You have to complete a resolution, or you fail!


And they never last. We’re not even a full week in, and I’m sure there are many people who have already quit trying on their resolution. I know I haven’t been wearing my FitBit like I swore I would… It wasn’t even a resolution, just something I wanted to do since my mother went to the trouble of buying me one for Christmas.

A “goal,” on the other hand, is optimistic. It isn’t mandatory to complete it, but completing a goal gives one the feeling of being successful.


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