tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20374994757207731922024-02-26T07:14:34.385-06:00All Things PurpleThe Musings of The Purple LadyThe Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.comBlogger1772125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-78654476926987599862024-02-25T23:18:00.003-06:002024-02-26T07:14:01.142-06:0050 Things by 50 <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNaW3LmEI3XYncxjHA8cY8Vy8zronCgvqONFpG8XjQYhDRgLg4XBXuRyIYbq9xzAYKuLxdsYgvCZZ2vGD34U-J3L0P151c7jiw1mppaFuJ5ZGSAQC9Ep2TzghHsYqXllwbQ5OZtJ-YJwN8NVMCQpniO2RuIFGQ4u34BjlXa4ytAx9Y2LxWI0k2QLzbh8Rt/s3264/purple%20typeset.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2448" data-original-width="3264" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNaW3LmEI3XYncxjHA8cY8Vy8zronCgvqONFpG8XjQYhDRgLg4XBXuRyIYbq9xzAYKuLxdsYgvCZZ2vGD34U-J3L0P151c7jiw1mppaFuJ5ZGSAQC9Ep2TzghHsYqXllwbQ5OZtJ-YJwN8NVMCQpniO2RuIFGQ4u34BjlXa4ytAx9Y2LxWI0k2QLzbh8Rt/w400-h300/purple%20typeset.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br />I am kicking off my 50th year of life, and I find myself reflective and joyful, pensive and disappointed, amazed and encouraged. I see so much of the good and beautiful but also so much of the terrible as I look back, and I think to myself how I want to rise to the occasion of achieving a half of a century worth of chances by seizing the days I have in this year leading up to that mark. I want to make a conscious effort to bring more light and joy and love into my life and everyone I can. <p></p><br /><p>In this effort, I looked around and discovered that many people (it even seems to be trendy) attempt/do something noteworthy in honor of turning 50 years old. And I feel a little cliché as I keep writing, yet I know it will bless my life to at least make the effort, and I just cannot care if the idea is not as novel as I had first believed. </p><p>That said, I want to share my 50 Things by 50 list: </p><p>1. Visit a city (or even country—Scotland, I am looking at you) I have never been to before. </p><p>2. Complete a service opportunity at least once a month if not more often. </p><p>3. Publish a poetry only book. </p><p>4. Develop a cookbook. </p><p>5. Spend time reconnecting with at least one friend I have not seen in a year or longer. </p><p>6. Try a new food. </p><p>7. Make music somehow (singing, instruments, etc.). </p><p>8. Try a new hobby. </p><p>9. Experience a new self care treatment. </p><p>10. Go on a girls trip. </p><p>11. Go on a sibling(s) trip. </p><p>12. Find something that is specifically spiritually uplifting to do every Sunday. </p><p>13. Visit a lake. </p><p>14. Go on at least one mom time of their choice with each child. </p><p>15. Write letters/emails to 50 women who have been inspirational to me. </p><p>16. Find something meaningful to do for others in honor of each of my parents' birthdays. </p><p>17. Break the habit of worrying about things I cannot change. </p><p>18. Give away ALL clothes that do not fit anymore. </p><p>19. Deep clean my home. </p><p>20. Complete the revisions on my will. </p><p>21. Revise and renew life insurance. </p><p>22. Evaluate every expense, and cancel anything that is not truly beneficial. </p><p>23. Create an exercise plan to do for a minimum of ten weeks in a row to create healthier habits. </p><p>24. Go on a picnic. </p><p>25. Go to a day spa for at least a half day. </p><p>26. Try a new exercise class, and stick with it at least five times. </p><p>27. Organize a neighborhood cleanup. </p><p>28. Complete or give/throw away all unfinished craft projects. </p><p>29. Donate to a book drive. </p><p>30. Watch the sun rise. </p><p>31. Try a new recipe. </p><p>32. Donate to a humanitarian effort. </p><p>33. Play at least one round of golf (probably go to the driving range a couple of times first). </p><p>34. Visit the state capitol. </p><p>35. Complete a 1000-piece puzzle.</p><p>36. Attend a city council meeting. </p><p>37. Make a better habit of taking walks around the neighborhood/walking to church. </p><p>38. Eat a sausage roll (going to York to do so is recommended but optional). </p><p>39. Do a 30-day sugar detox. </p><p>40. Cultivate and practice daily gratitude. </p><p>41. Increase temple attendance, and set the bar there. </p><p>42. Go dancing. </p><p>43. Work on seeing how to truly forgive an enemy, and <i>do it</i>. </p><p>44. Read at least five books from my physical TBR pile of books that are NOT book club reading. </p><p>45. Create a classic films movie marathon lineup, and invite guests. </p><p>46. Brush up on Spanish. </p><p>47. Permanently break the habit of being undecided at restaurants. </p><p>48. Create a calming and inviting office space. </p><p>49. Decide on a top 50 films list. </p><p>50. Actually decide on what to do, then organize and celebrate my fiftieth birthday. </p><p><br /></p><p>I took a few months to ponder what I would like to do for this year ahead of me, but I also just made the literal list to make it authentic. I want to be adventurous, giving, and growing this year. If you want to add to the list of ideas, I am totally open to hearing what you have to offer because my list is not exhaustive (and even feels a little flat to me for some reason). And if you want to check back or subscribe to watch for any updates, I hope you will comment as you celebrate along with me! </p><p><br /></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-2175505652013224212023-11-30T09:00:00.048-06:002023-11-30T09:00:00.138-06:00My Greatest Gift <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>What is your greatest gift? And why are you thankful for it? My greatest gift is my family—my children, my siblings, my future husband, my parents, my grandparents, my entire family tree. They make my life what it is. Without my ancestors paving the way to America, I would not be where I am nor have the American mentality that I do. Without my grandparents, I would not have the support and love I needed to grow in confidence as an adult. Without my parents, I literally would not be alive, but also I would not have some of my most needed traits like the fierce loyalty, love, and creativity that they instilled in me from a young age. Without my little brothers, I don't know who I would be even. That is a big statement, but it rings true as I think about how being their big sister, their only sister, has shaped my choices throughout my life—especially once our parents died. My role as the oldest in the family and a matriarch set upon me with more weight, and I still do not know what to do half of the time to fulfill what my parents would have me do, but I try. Every single day, I try to be the sister my brothers need. Without my children, I would feel as if I were living in a world where my dreams have not come true yet. I talked about having children since I was in high school as if I always knew I would be a mother someday, so it feels like I have been working on my most important calling in life as I grow into my role as a mother and friend for them. I am so thankful for all of my family. I have cousins who are like siblings to me. I have aunts and uncles who have filled in the holes of my heart where they are able. I have people who died long before I was born who made my life possible, and what a gift that all is. I can hardly contain the gratitude that wells up into my heart as I contemplate it all. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-71345447638566508962023-11-29T09:00:00.004-06:002023-11-29T09:00:00.136-06:00Personal Revelation<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>When I consider how confusing society has become, I think first of how strong it makes me feel to be so sure about what is wrong and right. I rely on the spirit to direct my path daily as I face innumerable choices throughout my day, and I walk with confidence most of the time. I have my questions and problems and times of uncertainty, but as I take time to pray and rely upon my relationship with God, I find that the world gets a little easier to understand, and I can find my way. Prayer changes my perspective, my choices, and my future, and I am thankful to my parents for teaching me to pray and pointing me toward the gospel path. <br /> <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-32200321397902359272023-11-28T09:00:00.004-06:002023-11-28T09:00:00.125-06:00Home Sweet Home<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvjS8TVrlXqav5_y1EbSO1xUVM5f3b8lFj57sc4LHhrdFPsnF9o3zktu_VoV0kv27xZgarLyP_gq8V9cS8IJ-YYfeUMAgFAvWPkQl0dOUf6XH4-t9XF-h_GdxZDaqf8thdgLWVETWR9X5Pc6viU2OvlCNNjeeg6I_KIdijPraADhwUcFxWWq70ac_eKQS/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbvjS8TVrlXqav5_y1EbSO1xUVM5f3b8lFj57sc4LHhrdFPsnF9o3zktu_VoV0kv27xZgarLyP_gq8V9cS8IJ-YYfeUMAgFAvWPkQl0dOUf6XH4-t9XF-h_GdxZDaqf8thdgLWVETWR9X5Pc6viU2OvlCNNjeeg6I_KIdijPraADhwUcFxWWq70ac_eKQS/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I am grateful for my home, the place where I reside, the neighborhood and city in which I live, and the country that I have loved since I could say the Pledge of Allegiance. Everyone wants comfort, and my little piece of home gives me that. I feel safe where I live. I am able to move about without fear, and the people within my community are caring and mindful for the most part. Not everyone can say this about where they live; in fact, there is quite a lot of unrest, incivility, and even violence around the world, so when I think of how soft and warm and gentle my home is for me and my family, I cannot keep myself from thanking God for placing me where I am. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-91489181570575449292023-11-27T11:00:00.001-06:002023-11-27T11:00:00.126-06:00Reaching Dreams<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOv_2hyphenhyphenphL1lmHAejaxxk53dYWHa-2p-Qs992BE8ZabZzMQmKwuxrUBIup0NAcOpe6ImGpe6R7ai9PrZrOJeR-m2uz5-KytRNgC4CRMRA7dADWWt3CW7XBbTjtwzqPtyhhjocH2KmxRjq2QKe-BVZQBi6Z8LSA4B3XH2wI0VBACLCSv75pB3kZME-buQj/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFOv_2hyphenhyphenphL1lmHAejaxxk53dYWHa-2p-Qs992BE8ZabZzMQmKwuxrUBIup0NAcOpe6ImGpe6R7ai9PrZrOJeR-m2uz5-KytRNgC4CRMRA7dADWWt3CW7XBbTjtwzqPtyhhjocH2KmxRjq2QKe-BVZQBi6Z8LSA4B3XH2wI0VBACLCSv75pB3kZME-buQj/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Not many people can say they have become what they wanted to be when they grow up, so whenever the topic arises, I feel a deep sense of gratitude. What am I grateful for exactly? I am grateful that I knew myself enough and have been true to her despite all the insane curveballs that I have faced. I cannot say I never felt like giving up. I cannot say that I am not in a writing drought of sorts. I cannot say that I love every single second of every single thing I do. But I can say that I stayed the course to get where I am as a teacher, writer, and editor. I can say that I still feel like I live a writerly life—a poet's life to be precise—so while I do not work on my next book but on the rare occasion, I do have a thread of it that I hold onto for dear life. And most importantly, I can say that I truly revel in and adore at least some part about each day that I work in each of the areas of who I am as a grown up. It is not glamorous to be what I have dreamed of since second grade (poet/writer)/high school (teacher)/editor (college), but it is fulfilling. To find such fulfillment in one's daily work is truly a gift, and I thank all the cheerleaders, supporters, blessings from God, and sheer willpower that have helped me to reach my dreams. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-39735588757436569242023-11-26T13:00:00.001-06:002023-11-26T23:45:13.632-06:00Christmas Music<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwiwFyO5HG3HIu_UNmZPBpXWqOEKd-QxPpOLEBXnAcPjmXUKqSqSBJKz0gsfSqhbLVhTsYPWiyc8fe0w7UwA3p4cWFsxSm_1CYuBTxKOIs6tOgrSQ7eNsw5P_Fui-kwVHVOVvRbJAuRMaaqJBpeoNPzqCapeVJlN2mTK_eHwygC9Z-8uxFuqTMuUT_JESz/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I was one of the people who made mixed tapes a thing, and the invention of playlists has been a dream come true for me. Such ease of mixing up the order and creating new playlists at the click of a button here and there. Like magic. Add that magic to the wonder and glory that Christmas music is, and you have yourself pure joy on your hands. Pure. Joy. Proof of this joy factor is how I have three Spotify Christmas playlists (so far), and I cultivate them a little each year. It has been five years since I began the practice, so they are getting really good if you ask me. The introductory playlist is called "Tinsel Christmas," and it has poppy, cheesy, oldie, and fun versions of the classic Christmas hymns plus man original song to add texture and an element of newness to the playlist. "Tinsel Christmas" is currently at a play time of 6 hours and 18 minutes with 97 songs. It could change though. The main body playlist that holds a grand mixture of fun and holy and covers and originals to match pretty much any mood but leans toward a gentler tone than that of "Tinsel Christmas" is entitled "Have Yourself a Lovely Little Christmas," which as you might guess has several renditions of the song "Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas" to capture the overarching mood and tie it all together with a nice little bow. This middle playlist currently boasts 199 songs/hymns at a whopping 10 hours and 3 minutes of playing time, so if you want to just turn on one list and let it have its fun, this is the go-to playlist. And the final playlist that I love and save it for Sundays and the whole week of Christmas is "In the Christmas Spirit" to call attention to the reason for the season—Jesus Christ. This playlist is strictly sacred renditions of Christmas hymns and songs that are largely sourced from major choirs and other religious or community choral groups from around the world. "In the Christmas Spirit" has a playing time of 5 hours and 12 minutes with 94 songs as of the writing of this slice of gratitude. All three playlists are pointed toward Christmas music in many languages but mainly English, French, Spanish, and German since those are the languages I have experience with, but I delight in finding Christmas songs that are new to me, so I will add any song even if I do not understand a word of it (after at least reading over a translation once to see what the song means generally). I had a wonderful time over my Thanksgiving break cultivating these three glorious celebrations of Christmas music, and I am thankful that I could spend the time and begin my Christmas season so joyfully. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-22320853642331950032023-11-25T09:00:00.001-06:002023-11-25T09:00:00.130-06:00Turkey<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I read some crazy talk about turkey not being a good food to eat and people just eat it for Thanksgiving and Christmas out of tradition. I disagree. There is nothing quite like turkey golden baked just out of the oven, homemade turkey gravy, hot open-faced turkey sandwiches with leftovers piled on your plate, and last but not least, turkey soup from scratch. These things are delicious, and I am thankful I grew up with a mom who made all these delicious foods, so I would like them and learn how to make them, so my children could know that turkey is most definitely something to be thankful for. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-31082632281422837282023-11-24T10:00:00.001-06:002023-11-24T10:00:00.137-06:00Making Memories<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>As time flies by at an insane rate of speed, I catch myself being more and more cognizant of the value of memories, the ability to make ones you cherish and the ability to hold onto them. This Thanksgiving feels like the tail end of a tide that has been turning for several years, and I hope I can hold onto these last few strands of what I have known and loved before everything is completely different. I am not saying the new and different things are or will be bad because oftentimes change can be quite beneficial, but I am thankful for the good times I have had with my children and brothers. We have known a lot of hard times and hard things, but we have had a great deal of wonderful times where making memories felt easy and joyful. Those are the ones I am truly going to cherish and feel nothing but deep gratitude for. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-45980375991996719072023-11-23T17:00:00.002-06:002023-11-23T17:00:00.138-06:00A Laundry List <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Not sure where the saying came from, but I feel like Thanksgiving Day demands a laundry list of all I can think of to be thankful for in one quick burst. I am turning on a one-minute timer, and I will list every single thing that comes to mind in that one minute. Let us hope my typing skills don't fail me...<p></p><p>1. My children</p><p>2. The gospel of Jesus Christ</p><p>3. Christmastime</p><p>4. Good food</p><p>5. Clean water</p><p>6. Freedom</p><p>7. Travel</p><p>8. Friends</p><p>9. Joyful moments</p><p>10. Autumn</p><p>11. Christmas lights</p><p><br /></p><p>Stopping at eleven feels lucky but also pretty short of a list, but time to think and to type made it interesting. I am thankful I can type pretty fast, or it would have been an even shorter list! </p><p><br /></p><p>And know that there are no favorites here—except for probably my children and Jesus. </p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-26601333358452491012023-11-23T00:23:00.001-06:002023-11-23T00:23:15.806-06:00The Right Words<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Ever have a rough day/week/month/year/decade, and someone comes along and really listens to you and you find peace for a moment and everything seems to be a little brighter and better? It is usually because they had just the right words at just the right moment when you were ready/needed to hear them. At least, that is what I have found. And I cannot find enough words to express how life-saving and life-changing recognizing this tiny miracle can be for a burdened heart. You feel seen and heard and understood and less broken. The right words are typically hard to find as we stumble over ourselves every day, but every once in awhile, the right words come, and it feels like a true gift. Every time this happens, whether I am the giver or the receiver of these right words, it does not matter. Right words heal. And gratitude overfloweth.<p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-77889979517444329892023-11-21T17:00:00.002-06:002023-11-23T00:16:06.349-06:00Enough <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIYgvkYTS7qY8sxSOV-snf7hfqnfJFC2H4sirzoX6TqKhcLWPP-hzjoUyuhK9WE8m4XphKtsYcZKYGegJC75Fkliqu6y8S2bofHG6Rg2L4pAiVVosmTnJtMFYiVap8svYX_VT8kdkn6uaxTse-kFyLfZqiPtUDDGQzoxfO-18awgMATBx2HTXxWSYJ6C5/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtIYgvkYTS7qY8sxSOV-snf7hfqnfJFC2H4sirzoX6TqKhcLWPP-hzjoUyuhK9WE8m4XphKtsYcZKYGegJC75Fkliqu6y8S2bofHG6Rg2L4pAiVVosmTnJtMFYiVap8svYX_VT8kdkn6uaxTse-kFyLfZqiPtUDDGQzoxfO-18awgMATBx2HTXxWSYJ6C5/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />We go about our lives with so much help every single day, and I am just so thankful for every single pair hands that help to lift and bless me and my family in our daily tasks. We could get on without so much help, and we sure could use more help, but what we do have seems to be just the right amount to keep us going, and that is wonderful. It reminds me of the line Mary Poppins says in the old Disney film, "Enough is as good as a feast," and it holds true. I could not be more thankful for our just enough amount of help that we enjoy. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-72406823868723716912023-11-20T11:00:00.002-06:002023-11-20T11:00:00.137-06:00wellness<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQeQRoACtU9DVTpBsDC1x9hbFaawIvwMFR8DZIoQv6PumlCQEXDVD3dX5GZQMuu4-5lH_R97HF9CAXyzm1yrTt8Yy3KNq1xgECh6leQkRhcq_SalaiLNc9BvwQy0h7-OK5dPEMpjteHkXa1gVCERV-TAU2525fRzMS6px7SChNQ0mTc5cFNPAueBvCF9D/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixQeQRoACtU9DVTpBsDC1x9hbFaawIvwMFR8DZIoQv6PumlCQEXDVD3dX5GZQMuu4-5lH_R97HF9CAXyzm1yrTt8Yy3KNq1xgECh6leQkRhcq_SalaiLNc9BvwQy0h7-OK5dPEMpjteHkXa1gVCERV-TAU2525fRzMS6px7SChNQ0mTc5cFNPAueBvCF9D/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Being well is something I pray for and thank God for regularly. After the pandemic and its aftermath of paranoia, political polarization, and mental fallout for many, I am much more conscious of how people perceive and deal with illness, and I just do not want to deal with all the control and weird judgment that happens. Being well is like a golden ticket to freedom of movement, thought, and mind, and I am extraordinarily grateful to be well right now…and I pray I stay that way. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-78209062433219788122023-11-18T23:00:00.002-06:002023-11-18T23:00:00.143-06:00Good Food<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />It is not lost on me that not everyone has good food or enough food to eat and my family has both. Having enough and it being fresh and delicious keeps my heart at ease for myself and my children. The world has too many people going without for me to take for granted that we are able to have fresh fruits and vegetables, nice meats, cheeses, and breads, and refreshing drinks and other niceties just at the ready. I am thankful for my job and all other means that provide us what we need and like for our sustenance. It is a great comfort to me every single day. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-70798597628374089872023-11-17T22:05:00.001-06:002023-11-18T22:10:55.964-06:00Time <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6xxsJrMi7oN-OR0g1BVmsqbiZOFMdzHkE4yCMz_3zHq6GmyMEHHwR5YHe7CvR716gtY-BhtENDrEhBjkZjWtNRZjD3duAHV0lRLsmlYvVpf8TQvn_TH5O0kt-uePpTb5D1orp3LjLkPpkW4pAA_qYBVRQwfx8gEQU1_nwPhnH-CeF1o1r4rPkHpTd2g83/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> I was able to do some things that I needed to do today, and tomorrow promises to provide more of the same, and for that, I am exceedingly thankful. It is a rarity that I have enough time to truly clear some major things from my plate, and I just needed to give thanks that it happened. I have really needed a chance to catch my breath. So thankful for the time to do so. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-19383962866383347852023-11-16T09:00:00.006-06:002023-11-16T09:00:00.139-06:00Santa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCTZH2DnU-y0d8XjRU7EV3e0-X-l45duN9s0t6O5M65DS3WorcS6sIUlovgHrQP10Or3nOdWRmQb4z5cAhDwua6bpGCji_iz9vRCYN8oNDm_Bxnalme5FndQ9TPwE0sVepLIN8gvLgHsUiVQz8tsTe0wh9DBUNfDUUe2mYStoljNYNCqEfwQYD1nTyqls/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqCTZH2DnU-y0d8XjRU7EV3e0-X-l45duN9s0t6O5M65DS3WorcS6sIUlovgHrQP10Or3nOdWRmQb4z5cAhDwua6bpGCji_iz9vRCYN8oNDm_Bxnalme5FndQ9TPwE0sVepLIN8gvLgHsUiVQz8tsTe0wh9DBUNfDUUe2mYStoljNYNCqEfwQYD1nTyqls/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />Not everyone has the opportunity to really wish that Santa is real and get to see how real he truly is. I am thankful in a weird way that I have been in low spots from time to time throughout my life that have shown me the love people can have for someone or a family they don't or hardly know just so that they can lift them in ways that only Santa can. It can feel truly miraculous on the receiving and the giving ends, both. I have a few cherished stories about the role Santa has played in my life, but there is not time to share them all here. Just know, I will believe in Santa for the rest of my life, and I hope you will too. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-29664625177240304482023-11-15T09:00:00.031-06:002023-11-15T09:00:00.136-06:00My Book Club<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHicZ5HJHBdPb5GzgUWDbKDkxpVBH30RBhtrfCOU69H1XVzbYyjj_PN6HovgIgFpkl5rqsXS2SRbUz6qpHNxm-s1-lja3GORSpXFLoyhduI73yECnDYOiQpbaJiL-YjMGIl46jNHZIqcgbPHx79QolVTRah03pox3Ep6IuYwPCfr5HyjuJ5cGhcJNFdyU0/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHicZ5HJHBdPb5GzgUWDbKDkxpVBH30RBhtrfCOU69H1XVzbYyjj_PN6HovgIgFpkl5rqsXS2SRbUz6qpHNxm-s1-lja3GORSpXFLoyhduI73yECnDYOiQpbaJiL-YjMGIl46jNHZIqcgbPHx79QolVTRah03pox3Ep6IuYwPCfr5HyjuJ5cGhcJNFdyU0/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Tomorrow night is the night when my book club gets together to vote on what we will be reading the following year. We loosely model it after the Jolabokaflod tradition with a book exchange, a gob of chocolate, and celebrate the eve of the official Christmas season one week before Thanksgiving. I love love love how fluid and structured and casual and formal it all is all at once. We talk about books and life and have about 1-5 conversations going at any point, and it is so good to me. I had a rough year with trying to get books read, but I always know that the book club is about connecting and sharing more than it is about finishing, I look forward with a thankful heart that I have been able to run a book club of my own. It feels meaningful and delightful to me, and I cannot wait to see what we read in 2024! <br /> <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-4503310804321379682023-11-14T09:00:00.002-06:002023-11-14T09:00:00.140-06:00Good (and even celestial ) Friends<br /><p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM52MuLl_GWM_v3_dPvRtjy_dY-v1_Gy1Yt2gptZwMU3o7NjWjNLfTA2PQjVEGXGJJGvoVu3OsmaXQc-40A0RX8uos3RgakxL7gGg4IQEiI4236ieYcTm6Tt2OKYz_QNpqrS4slShHQiAc_Zvgby6Wrne386rhxFndb_8gHZioaChb00s-6kLq5p1stf7/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiM52MuLl_GWM_v3_dPvRtjy_dY-v1_Gy1Yt2gptZwMU3o7NjWjNLfTA2PQjVEGXGJJGvoVu3OsmaXQc-40A0RX8uos3RgakxL7gGg4IQEiI4236ieYcTm6Tt2OKYz_QNpqrS4slShHQiAc_Zvgby6Wrne386rhxFndb_8gHZioaChb00s-6kLq5p1stf7/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>When you are in school, you can never tell who will end up going the long haul with you through life. You make friends, you lose friends, you make one or two more, lose them, and rinse and repeat until you leave school forever one day. Your whole life actualy, you are sifting and being sifted through the friend pile that is ever changing, yet every once in awhile you realize that one or two stellar souls keep on sticking to you. Or maybe you stick to them. Or possibly you keep taking turns, and it all turns out to be this big parallel thing in your life where these one or two people seem to be running alongside you with eerily similar yet still distinctly different experiences, and you always seem to be helping each other. And it is in that helping and seeing and sticking to one another's sides that the friendship can truly be seen for what it is—a celestial intervention of sorts. And it is a reminder that we signed up to help each other along this joyous yet occasionally treacherous path called life, and there are in fact some people who stay the course for a really long time, and I am so thankful that I have been sent not one, not even only two, but a few of these good friends who I do not know what my life would look like without them running alongside me through the good, bad, and ugly. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-49949882849840954332023-11-13T10:00:00.001-06:002023-11-13T10:00:00.186-06:00Teaching Writing <p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaVHWHreUfOudxXVMowC5fZ8XcYweQ0MeVwwzIulS7XFlEEl4nud9mLhkXem_rimf65i4DyowyQAA5G-qvVCYjI7CmZ6i9as3KGlD0BNZq0-8WxS9QYQOg_363W7DI6MNmnjjRIVxFhoKcYsT0xkep7DNka_bbw_x9FQeT1Bk8QyW-wyMNMPzlvrVAmrx/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqaVHWHreUfOudxXVMowC5fZ8XcYweQ0MeVwwzIulS7XFlEEl4nud9mLhkXem_rimf65i4DyowyQAA5G-qvVCYjI7CmZ6i9as3KGlD0BNZq0-8WxS9QYQOg_363W7DI6MNmnjjRIVxFhoKcYsT0xkep7DNka_bbw_x9FQeT1Bk8QyW-wyMNMPzlvrVAmrx/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><br />It has been a hot minute since I last let myself really write without restriction. I haven't really put any actual restrictions on my writing, but I also have not been giving myself room to breathe so that I can write, and that is almost the same as being grounded. That all said, the time I spend teaching my Creative Writing class provides me with that flicker of light I need to keep knowing that I am a writer. I am a poet. I am good at it too. I just don't know where to put the silence yet, so I can truly open up and write like I used to, and knowing that it is okay to not know all the answers causes me to feel deeply grateful. For now, mentoring young authors as they explore their creativity and my sporadic attempts to remind myself that I write too are enough. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-20291856880709717312023-11-13T00:11:00.001-06:002023-11-13T00:11:08.437-06:00Lights All Aglow<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqRoPIHB7AU0p5-Av902giISm5OzaGICT2Jn0mOvyi06TqhRdDKLjkSi7xpzW3CzlHZgq8vqNKy-Psnt4sxnz5RRqyCLwuSKMFSxmVexKPjB6ydNIy2-nykKvHk0t2_nL8Fgpiv3oEpmJKacnpkjUwAzLMMuugI6e8mvOfg-FJoYmf1_3YGGw2Mpz0wFx/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJqRoPIHB7AU0p5-Av902giISm5OzaGICT2Jn0mOvyi06TqhRdDKLjkSi7xpzW3CzlHZgq8vqNKy-Psnt4sxnz5RRqyCLwuSKMFSxmVexKPjB6ydNIy2-nykKvHk0t2_nL8Fgpiv3oEpmJKacnpkjUwAzLMMuugI6e8mvOfg-FJoYmf1_3YGGw2Mpz0wFx/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I am not thankful that my Christmas tree we have had for like ever and a day has finally bit the dust, but in the disappointment and realization that yet another thing has broken and the list of broken household items is mounting to insurmountable levels, I realized that the years we have had this Christmas tree have been many, and I caught myself feeling thankful that it lasted as long as it did. In that moment of realization, my entire outlook changed, and I could see the many happy times we have had sitting around its lights all aglow with Christmas gifts piled beneath, and it made me a little sad and a whole lot grateful. I am also extra grateful that the stores are slashing the prices on Christmas trees leading up to Thanksgiving week, so I can get a replacement without having to eat ramen for a year—or two. <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-20659873075782198942023-11-11T21:00:00.006-06:002023-11-13T00:01:04.036-06:00Eating Like a King (Queen)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YddULreDKDA1hUpyFF7SDBgQXMTy5F8wigL48Bzbp_jpGP2byfY7-LOdQybF7n4hwzYnT20vE1-8gYpZU_hMlBD3kSZE0bS79whVe3K35SEwNfktvQqi3ya_CRYlsfqNWISDkeOxZTekUB8h4SJR1uxzlCQRyMAzx2gaEK8FRerw5Snjda-Ret8F2j6E/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1YddULreDKDA1hUpyFF7SDBgQXMTy5F8wigL48Bzbp_jpGP2byfY7-LOdQybF7n4hwzYnT20vE1-8gYpZU_hMlBD3kSZE0bS79whVe3K35SEwNfktvQqi3ya_CRYlsfqNWISDkeOxZTekUB8h4SJR1uxzlCQRyMAzx2gaEK8FRerw5Snjda-Ret8F2j6E/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div><p>There is just something about eating out that makes me feel taken care of and lifted from my station. I think it has something to do with someone else doing all the work. And maybe part of it has to do with restaurant-quality ingredients too, but I am sticking with the someone else doing the work thing. It just makes a lot of sense. I am not grateful for how expensive it can get to eat out, but when you only go out every once in a blue moon, it is definitely a treat and something to be thankful for. The novelty of it is not wasted on me nor is the blessing of having a break from all the steps it takes to get food to the table and all the steps afterward of cleaning up. We had a nice time eating out for a few meals this weekend, and it provided a much needed break from reality for which I am truly thankful. </p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-45088736745832571832023-11-10T09:00:00.001-06:002023-11-10T09:00:00.146-06:00Words, Words, Words <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0dOnddDQq_zUeXRgH26yyIzDFiP-oY229FwA6Wdr1YqigDFqG0MWcxIXrYf0U6lQLaB-j4Hg8nqwAPuPbSZ9AbJolyKT_cb-NwyHInW9UrZ5wf0WQHHaU_yO6no9MRIq1hqkkTaxF-BXM8-G_n6dLX8UidcoVP6BktDmsMJlC_yAA6LoIXOaNRdm2eww/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0dOnddDQq_zUeXRgH26yyIzDFiP-oY229FwA6Wdr1YqigDFqG0MWcxIXrYf0U6lQLaB-j4Hg8nqwAPuPbSZ9AbJolyKT_cb-NwyHInW9UrZ5wf0WQHHaU_yO6no9MRIq1hqkkTaxF-BXM8-G_n6dLX8UidcoVP6BktDmsMJlC_yAA6LoIXOaNRdm2eww/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I just had the song "On the Street Where You Live" come into my mind from <i>My Fair Lady</i> when I was considering how I wanted to write about my gratitude for words. Eliza Dolittle sings "Words, words, words, I'm so sick of words," and all I can say is I am in complete opposition to her sentiments! I am thankful for good words, words that make you feel something important or valuable. I like the words I write, read, or that people teach me that make my life better, happier, holier, greater, fuller, and closer to God. I grow sick of bad, mean, or lying words. I will give Eliza that much, but I won't budge on al the rest. Words are wonderful! <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-25061975052944149492023-11-09T09:00:00.013-06:002023-11-09T09:00:00.152-06:00School Community <p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxBF_WHlv3vWOniS0VCJcgSa7KgKzTI8_iRw3-4Ww6tmUjIEK8JnCEfhd6QeP0eLagr3oz3Vjv2pIyz72ntf2_do4sXkRwwVIk7xfhwzMS7gj8hN7i7qZ-SczmXR9B7RPdsKNkQP-nMUUnn43j5wKS4T_vvpS_99-S-m31EJgG54Mxe295pD8UKDSm8x/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFwxBF_WHlv3vWOniS0VCJcgSa7KgKzTI8_iRw3-4Ww6tmUjIEK8JnCEfhd6QeP0eLagr3oz3Vjv2pIyz72ntf2_do4sXkRwwVIk7xfhwzMS7gj8hN7i7qZ-SczmXR9B7RPdsKNkQP-nMUUnn43j5wKS4T_vvpS_99-S-m31EJgG54Mxe295pD8UKDSm8x/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>I am thankful for all the wonderful people I meet as a teacher. There are the students who are so fun (and even not so fun) who all teach me things, and that makes me grateful. There are the students' parents who are oftentimes thankful for me and all I do to teach, guide, and support their student in their journey of growing up and learning how to be, and I am thankful for every parent ever who sees what I give and appreciates my good work. And then, there are the teachers, staff, and administrators who could make or break my experience but always seem to make it, and they make it so good. I could never have planned on loving where I work so dearly. It is like a second home most of the time, and who could ask for more? (other than being independently wealthy and not having to work, am I right?). <p></p><p><br /></p><p>P.S. </p><p>I don't even know what I did with that punctuation for the last sentence, but you get my drift…hopefully. </p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-76252403983665549062023-11-08T09:00:00.007-06:002023-11-08T09:00:00.138-06:00What a Day<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDz5stk4nvmFa_Bm9Cd77ifxWVJWFIp3sQyH-3co1e01zQeZudHvvc6Z_o1TLVLsJSHz0YLfySMoHzQjvhHpJiJi9vntB0MIqfeR6nwb6q8FwzwvUZ7DMbEMUT4Oq4b2vEi3K8CbdeCffW_rIFYiqNIDD2Iam31QschV-nYVztrKxq62Fj-uu2tON3Un-/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlDz5stk4nvmFa_Bm9Cd77ifxWVJWFIp3sQyH-3co1e01zQeZudHvvc6Z_o1TLVLsJSHz0YLfySMoHzQjvhHpJiJi9vntB0MIqfeR6nwb6q8FwzwvUZ7DMbEMUT4Oq4b2vEi3K8CbdeCffW_rIFYiqNIDD2Iam31QschV-nYVztrKxq62Fj-uu2tON3Un-/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>Good days do not have to look like rainbows and sunshine. Sometimes, a really good day is just giving your son a ride to school and still making it to work on time, making a few students genuinely laugh somehow probably by a miracle, eating really good snacks and lunch that your admin provided because they appreciate you every single day not just on an official teacher appreciation day once a year, reveling in nerdy English teacher stuff with your work bestie, eating tuna sandwiches and pork and beans because it is easy dinner and your special needs daughter is easy going and likes most anything, and finishing up with a Hallmark knock-off Christmas movie that wasn't too bad actually. That is what good days are made of, and I am thankful I took the time to see it, enjoy it, and not let the beauty of it all escape me. <br /> <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-77180013345517752242023-11-07T09:00:00.001-06:002023-11-07T09:00:00.136-06:00Autumn Appreciation Post<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF5DzBPbWLCxOHrHKAe-Cr1lxburecVkyywRLCqFS1iJcVWL5b0Ggv7zaoHaNciRC_uhXCmB5CsDPsipsPdNs2aO9hV2MKfUD0HwpCIxV2ZFsHjQC6TgT0Aef__lxcbMOZ4O6To8MZX8oZjkpEgGZmxqBVdgidmEXSAvqAOGzYhHNquGRnSoazf7TXl62/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF5DzBPbWLCxOHrHKAe-Cr1lxburecVkyywRLCqFS1iJcVWL5b0Ggv7zaoHaNciRC_uhXCmB5CsDPsipsPdNs2aO9hV2MKfUD0HwpCIxV2ZFsHjQC6TgT0Aef__lxcbMOZ4O6To8MZX8oZjkpEgGZmxqBVdgidmEXSAvqAOGzYhHNquGRnSoazf7TXl62/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>One of my favorite things about Gratitude Month is that it falls during fall or autumn, as I like to call it. Leaves changing colors and leaving their branches they have occupied all summer make me so joyful every time I see it or think of it. The loveliness of things gently traipsing off to sleep for the winter makes me smile. I adore it all. Sweater weather, crisp mornings, the fading of the light, shortening of days, and the promise of Christmas being just around the corner are all pure magic. I am thankful for the changing of the seasons in general, but the transition from summer to autumn makes my heart happy. <br /> <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037499475720773192.post-34888920994419766922023-11-06T09:00:00.001-06:002023-11-06T09:00:00.246-06:00taking care of me<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF5DzBPbWLCxOHrHKAe-Cr1lxburecVkyywRLCqFS1iJcVWL5b0Ggv7zaoHaNciRC_uhXCmB5CsDPsipsPdNs2aO9hV2MKfUD0HwpCIxV2ZFsHjQC6TgT0Aef__lxcbMOZ4O6To8MZX8oZjkpEgGZmxqBVdgidmEXSAvqAOGzYhHNquGRnSoazf7TXl62/s2800/IMG_7107.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1866" data-original-width="2800" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBF5DzBPbWLCxOHrHKAe-Cr1lxburecVkyywRLCqFS1iJcVWL5b0Ggv7zaoHaNciRC_uhXCmB5CsDPsipsPdNs2aO9hV2MKfUD0HwpCIxV2ZFsHjQC6TgT0Aef__lxcbMOZ4O6To8MZX8oZjkpEgGZmxqBVdgidmEXSAvqAOGzYhHNquGRnSoazf7TXl62/w400-h266/IMG_7107.jpeg" width="400" /></a></div>The weekend flew by as per usual, but I did some things on purpose, with intention, to take care of myself. I get stressed out with so much responsibility resting on my shoulders, and it can get overwhelming at times even when I am taking care of myself. When this happens, I need to do a self-intervention and get in for a pedicure, manicure, massage, or all three. I had a counselor many years ago tell me that my mental health cannot afford for me to be cheap and not get these things done. For a little background knowledge, he asked me what are some things that help me to destress, and we made a list of things from at-home, in the car, and intervention level. And pedicures, manicures, and massages help to manage the physical aspect of my stress when things get to be too much. I am so thankful that I had a bit of time to take care of me. It made a big difference for me, so my gratitude is full right now. <br /> <p></p>The Purple Ladyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11437333113278178155noreply@blogger.com0