Inspiration comes from strange places.
For example, tonight I wasretreating to the bedroom to avoid March Madness folding laundry, and I decided to listen to some music for inspiration. Cuz laundry, well, you know, it's the same ol' thing over and over and I need to be stimulated to complete a task.
I know. But it's true.
Anyhoo, I found my old Sansa clip...full of music I loaded years ago. And it still had a teeny little charge. Which I used up folding laundry, and then I found the charger cable ( weird, it was in the same place I found the Sansa....obsessive much???) and plugged it in.
My point here? When I first began this blog oh so many years ago, I remember writing a post about my laundry folding/Sansa music listening.
476 posts later, I find myself repeating a pattern.
I danced. I swayed. I sang. I folded with joy and style. I caught my reflection in the full length mirror in our bedroom and noticed my pedicure, then admired it. Gotta love Black Cherry toes, right?! Then I cruised through the living room where Hubby was watching Game #1908 of the tourney, singing and smiling and generally dancing my way through yet another mundane task, one among millions that we all must accomplish to avoid complete disaster and utter chaos in our daily lives.
There is a symmetry to all of this, and part of that is feeling free to share random connections from time to time.
Thank you for being patient.
Huge hugs,
Stevie
For example, tonight I was
I know. But it's true.
Anyhoo, I found my old Sansa clip...full of music I loaded years ago. And it still had a teeny little charge. Which I used up folding laundry, and then I found the charger cable ( weird, it was in the same place I found the Sansa....obsessive much???) and plugged it in.
My point here? When I first began this blog oh so many years ago, I remember writing a post about my laundry folding/Sansa music listening.
476 posts later, I find myself repeating a pattern.
I danced. I swayed. I sang. I folded with joy and style. I caught my reflection in the full length mirror in our bedroom and noticed my pedicure, then admired it. Gotta love Black Cherry toes, right?! Then I cruised through the living room where Hubby was watching Game #1908 of the tourney, singing and smiling and generally dancing my way through yet another mundane task, one among millions that we all must accomplish to avoid complete disaster and utter chaos in our daily lives.
There is a symmetry to all of this, and part of that is feeling free to share random connections from time to time.
Thank you for being patient.
Huge hugs,
Stevie
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