For everything there is a season

This week brought the first day of spring, which used to be my favorite season.  Spring was marked with the smell of moist soil being uncovered by melting snow, the arrival of crocus, daffodils and tulips, warming temperatures, and shorter sleeves. 

As spring arrives, we say farewell to winter, which used to be my least favorite season.  I used to despise the bitter cold temperatures and weather conditions that restricted travel.  As time marches on, I  have come to appreciate winter.  It does not require as much from you as the productive seasons of spring and summer.  The garden has been put to bed, the freezer is full of fresh produce and the wood stove beckons you to sit close and kick back.

Fall is a favorite season of my mother and sisters.  They love the changing colors of the leaves, the musky smell of the air and the excuse to pull your favorite sweaters out of your closet.  Only recently have I also come to appreciate fall for all of its glorious colors and temperature changes.

Summer is a busy season.  The garden puts out an abundance of produce.  Clothing requires less effort.  Colors are vibrant.  Sunshine is abundant. People cook out, vacation and enjoy baseball.

As residents of the Midwest United States, we are fortunate to enjoy all of the seasons in full splendor.  Wisdom comes in being able to appreciate the new season, even though we mourn the exiting season.  We rejoice in the colors of fall and the ability to relax near the fire in winter, as we put the garden to rest at the end of summer.  Spring brings a rebirth of flowers and foliage, along with a sadness that our time of rest is coming to an end.  "For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:"  Ecclesiastes 3:1 American Standard Version

C's to ponder

1. Cancer:  Really God?  Where did you come up with this idea? 
2. Chemotherapy:  Again.  Really?  Someday, in the Star Trek-like future, will we look at chemo like we now look at blood letting?
3. Crying:  I gave up on that 25 years ago when Dad died.  I feel like crying these days.  In my mind, crying serves no purpose and is embarrassing.  I'm considering whether or not a good cry would ease the pain that is taking over my heart.
4. Co-workers:  I get the team concept.  I get the fact that we all have our contributions and I love a good team's synergy.  I do not however, enjoy spending time with my co-workers.  However, there is a new person on my team that I enjoy.  Go figure.  We both like the one application that no one else in our office likes.  
5. Chocolate:  If there is a savior in all of life's little miseries, it is chocolate.  It is the goodness to all evil.
6. Cats and Canines:  How is it that a proven cat lover has given way to a canine?  I love my dog.  I cannot imagine life without her.  Right now, her muzzle is on my left wrist as I type and she is cuddled up next to me like a security blanket.  She is the love of my life.
7. Cake:  Last night as my friend and her near-three-year-old drove to the grocery store together, we asked the three-year-old what he would like for supper.  His brilliant answer was:  Cake.  One of my current favorite sayings is, Life is short, eat dessert first.  Today we are going to bake Ree Drummond's famous Chocolate Birthday cake for my birthday.  Tonight for supper, we will have cake!  Life is short...
8. Coffee:  I have discovered a favorite Starbucks blend: Tribute.  If you haven't tried it yet, make time to indulge yourself with a Vente.  Add milk and sugar if you like it that way.  It enhances the sensuous flavor.  Another great coffee find is sugar free hazelnut creamer (powder form).   It is neither healthy nor good for you, but I bought a second container at the store last night because again, life is short.
9. Chocolate Chips and Cream:  Two of the three ingredients in the Chocolate Birthday Cake recipe frosting.  No powdered sugar, no butter...  just warm the cream, pour it over the chocolate chips to melt, cool and whip with a little vanilla when you're ready to frost the cooled cake.   This frosting is glorious.  If you don't want to make the cake, at least make the frosting and eat it with a spoon.
10. Cure:  Will there ever be a cure for cancer? 
11. Closure:  Enough is enough.  Sometimes you have to say, enough. 

Rabbit Rabbit!

Way back when I was in high school, one of my friends had a family tradition of saying "Rabbit Rabbit" to the first person they spoke to on the first day of the month.  The purpose behind this behavior was to bring good luck for the month to the person saying the phrase.  I thought it was a great tradition, because my friend's family was way cool.  Today, my sister and I continue to hold onto this tradition, however we have incorporated e-mail as our method of communication.    Periodically, we add fun images of rabbits to our e-mails which adds points.  However, the winner is always the first to e-mail. Today is March 1st.  My sister won as she texted me at 4:10 am.  I am an early riser, but 4:10?  WAY too early.

As a "Type A" personality, it is humbling to lose. I still believe I will have good luck this month as the first thing out of my fingers this morning was "Rabbit Rabbit" as a response to the text/e-mail.

Rabbit Rabbit.  Happy Good Luck of the Irish to you this March. 

What do you say when you really don't have anything to say?

For the most part, I do a good job of managing my time - for work.  When it comes to managing my own time I don't always do a great job.  Take for instance, the fact that I was going to blog in 2013 every week.  My last post was on 2/12.  Today is 2/22.  That is more than a week. 

I did however READ a really good blog today and I put it on my RSS feed, but now I cannot find how to access my feeds.  Yes, I am fairly good at computer skills.  I work in IT.  Why is it that I cannot find that feed? 

The good news is that now I have a task for next week when I make next week's post.  I am going to create a link to her blog (once I find it) and figure out how she made some of the tabs on her post. 

Time management 101.  Put a note on your calendar with the tasks to be created.  Identify it as high priority.  Do NOT let any B or C items get done until the A items are done.  Next Tuesday is going to be a great day for my blog.

Divine Discontent

I am re-reading Simple Abundance, A Daybook of Comfort and Joy by Sarah Ban Breathnach this year.  Yesterday's entry included a quote from the English historian, Dame Cicely Veronica Wedgwood, "Discontent and disorder [are] signs of energy and hope, not of despair."  Sarah expanded on the quote by naming Divine Discontent, the grit in the oyster before the pearl, our creative second chance, when we learn to spin straw into gold, when we come into our own. 

I am discontented with my work life.  Grit has found its irritating place in my oyster.  Yesterday at work I allowed myself to speak my mind freely in front of the owner and two colleagues.  I expressed my discontent in the right context, without malice, and with professional delivery.  They did not disagree.  More importantly, they could not disagree, for what I said was the truth.  They did not like hearing what I said, but they could see my point in the context that it was delivered.  I walked away from the meeting feeling like my contribution was worthy. 

I believe that my spoken opinion should introduce a small piece of grit into the oysters of my colleagues.  The question is, will they continue in the path they are currently taking, or will my thoughts irritate them enough to influence their direction?  My lack of trust in them is the source of my discontent.  Should I continue to speak my mind, to try and influence their thinking?  Today's entry in Simple Abundance says to trust your instincts.  The grit in my pearl got a tiny layer of silky covering yesterday.  I look forward to the Divine Discontent that today brings.

TGIF

Let's go back to January 1, 2013, when I posted my 2013 goals:
Resolutionists. When I was a regular gym member, we would make fun of the new people showing up at the gym in January. They would slowly phase out over the course of the year and eventually never show up again. Meanwhile the rest of us kept showing up every day, every yoga class, doing our weight routines and aerobic machines.

My goal was to post every Tuesday.  Today is Friday.  I hereby resolve to do better next week.

But today is Friday.  YIPPEE!!!  It is time to be grateful.

1. Grateful that I am getting in my blog post before the end of the week.  Late yes, but still blogging.
2. Grateful that I have a job.  Stressful?  Yes, but it pays the bills and provides health insurance.
3. It is jeans day.  My jeans fit! 
4. I have many new choices of sweaters to wear today from the bonanza of sweaters found at the thrift store last week.
5. The house is clean, laundry is done, plants are watered.
6. My Mom, sister and I are planning a girls night/sleepover//knit fest tonight. 



St. Patrick's Day Sweater

Ah yes - the knit fest.  Knitting is my release, my expression of talent, my connection with friends.  I am happily engrossed in a sweater project and have enjoyed the elements of personal influence required during the bind-off process this week.  The texture of this pattern is engaging.  The emerging product makes me smile. 

TGIF.  Here's to the end of the work week and the beginning of the weekend.

So many options, so little time

Instant Gratification-Super Bulky

This weekend I stashed all of my yarn on www.Ravelry.com.  It took the majority of my afternoon, and it was worth every single moment.  Now I can look at my stash, look at patterns and decide what to do with my time.  Should I use a Super Bulky for an instant gratification project?  Should I enter the knitting contest with the worsted browns in my stash?  Should I finish the socks already in progress?  So many options, so little time.

Last April, three of us started a Big Year project to mimic the book, The Big Year.  We each chose a BIG goal to accomplish and decided to e-mail each other on Sunday nights with our achievements, so we could be accountable to each other, cheer each other's success, and encourage each other when goals were not reached.  I had three goals:  Make one knitted or crocheted project a month, finish a journal, lose 10 pounds and keep it off.  I have achieved two out of my three goals and it has been a great year so far.
Last night when I was talking to my sister, the Big Year initiator, she talked about the time it has taken to achieve our big year and how we have put off other things in our life to accomplish these goals.  It has taken a lot of time, as both of us have not only achieved our goals, we have expanded on them.  She was going to ride her bike 1000 miles.  Now, she is on track to ride 3,000.  I have completed 18 projects and have 5 in process.  My journal is complete and I am blogging again.  It's been a hard month for my diet, but I am down from where I started.  I still have until the end of March...



Sedona Sunset - worsted

So many options, so little time.  If I had all day at home to knit and write, would it be such an achievement?  Would my satisfaction level be higher?  I do not think so.  It is because I have put a focused effort to one goal in the time that I have for play that I have satisfaction.  Last night at knitting, I was the one who helped another with fixing her work.  I have learned so much in the last 10 months.  There is still a world of knitting knowledge out there to learn, and I look forward to every  minute. 

 It fills me with satisfaction when I wear my knitted socks, or when the cowl around my neck defines my style.  The time was well spent. 

So many options, so little time.  I am so grateful to have 63 items in my stash, free patterns to explore on a website specifically made for knitters and crocheters, friends to knit with (including my sister), and time that I make, time that I savor, to explore my options, to enjoy successes, and share time with others in my life.