Desert Magnolia

2013 brought great personal change, and with it the angst that accompanies big movement for me. At the time of said change, I was focused upon navigating the details of the moment, and didn't have a bird's eye view of the situation yet, but now I do. What I see now is the culmination of one set of dreams and aspirations. In many ways an identity I'd worn for decades was shifting, and though it's not completely gone, the morph continues. The ballsy, outspoken, highly effusive, strategic minded marketing exec of old is waning, much like a sun sets into an endless ocean. She's still there, but she's no longer front and center, she's more the supporting cast in a play about personal evolution and releasing passions long dormant and facing fears deep and cold and, to be honest, occasionally paralyzing. Marketing and PR Me is becoming Healer Me. My confidence and bluster are still there, in the marketing arena, but rising is the humble, grateful, awestruck ...

Our kitty hunt netted many super cute little snuggly bugs from which to choose, but in the end we chose a brother and sister from the same litter. They are nuts. They are kitty crazy. They melt my heart and made me realize just how much I missed having a feline companion around. Liza and Jarvis taking a nap Jarvis loving the butterfly toy..and Liza watching... Sunny window sills..gotta love them for a morning romp Silliness in the form of kitties is its own brand of hilarity, and we're spending quite a lot of time just relaxing and getting to know our new family members. Jarvis is funny and sweet and outgoing. He even lets us pet him, and if we insist, snuggle him up. Liza is skittish and tries to avoid contact with us, but follows us around so we know she loves us and will warm up eventually. We're using some tricks to socialize her, so hopefully we can help her relax and enjoy her devoted humans. It's good to have goofy energy in our house ...

I have two very hip, very modern kids who have each logged at least a million texts on their respective smart phones/iPhones. Seriously. You should see them go! They're poetry in motion, and I watch in awe as they generate copy at the speed of light. It's something to behold, I'll tell ya. I, however, am not a fast texter. In fact, I believe it's safe to say I am a slow, methodical, painful to watch if you're them, kind of texter. And it's not because I have big man hands - I don't. I have tiny hands for someone my size (5'8", athletic, strong looking), which are often the topic of conversation among friends. I don't know why everyone is so fascinated by how small my hands are, but clearly that's not the reason I seem to hit the wrong letters too often, and get super frustrated in the process. I've tried to flip my iPhone horizontally and get into some kind of rhythm with my thumbs, but the misspellings and plain weird shit that g...

I don't know where the year has gone, I just don't. There have been many many happenings, some good, some neutral, some shitty, but mostly everything has gone super fast. Super. Fast. Maybe it's the turning 50 thing. Maybe it's the being in school thing. Maybe it's the leaving the company I have been with since Day 2 and becoming a consultant. (Which, by the way, I think is for grownups and I really, apparently, don't view myself that way most of the time. Go figure.) Maybe it's the fact that each day is packed with more than I can possibly manage well, so there is much juggling taking place. In any case, we're here. The week before Christmas, and all through the house...we're waiting for Son to come home so we can set up the tree and decorate. Daughter got in Saturday night, which was amazing and I realized I NEVER want to go so very long EVER again without seeing that girl. EVER. Son is currently in Amsterdam blowing off some steam and...

Some days it's just hard to focus. Today is one of those for me. What I should be doing is writing at least one, if not two, case studies that are due this and next Monday, respectively. What I have been doing is...random. Get up Eat breakfast Announce to hubby that I will be unable to play until I get my case study(s) done Make bed Start a load of laundry Read a chapter in new beach book  Weigh myself Decide to move my body (yes this is directly related to prior item..ahem...) Move body Change into warm comfies, ie sweats and fleece Find recipe for Grandma Alice's Beans and Rice Text hubby about whether he's going to be anywhere near a grocery store Move laundry from washer to dryer Boot up computer, locate case study document in progress, make some edits Send hubby list of items I need for dinner recipe Search for some information, get seriously distracted after initial search frustrates me Spend half hour on some strange journey on the Web popping ...

Today dawned cold, cold, very cloudy, with a promise for very bad weather over the next few days, and feels wintry. This is our first wintry day..we've had some rain, which has been really lovely, but not so cold. Days like these make me crave homemade soups, hot teas, hot chocolate, and comfort in the form of snuggling, and soft, fleecy blankets. Oh, and fires. We're going to make a fire tonight for the first time this year. I can't wait. Fridays in general, I'm finding, are about attempting a balance between work/school/personal. The toll of the first four days of the week I tend to feel by Friday, so I'm finding I take some time to nurture myself and pamper a little just to kind of restore what I can of my strength and focus. This morning..breakfast with hubby, quick cleanup after that then a grooming session. Much needed, as it turns out. Eyebrows are now in check. Skin looks and feels a little better after nice scrub and moisturize. Body feels sleeker af...

I haven't wasted too much energy boring you all with yet another decision to grow my locks out again, because I seem to do this on a regular basis and the process is maddening. There are the phases..endless strange moments as the very short pixie layers grow out a bit. There was the decision to highlight again because, as it turns out, I am NOT ready to be just silver and dark brown yet. There is the goal setting..'this is the look I'm shooting for..I think..at this moment in time but my mood/vision could change at any moment and we might have another target entirely'.....idea...Erika the Great has a photo on file of the first look I declared to want for this particular growout. She brings it out to show me where we're headed, and fortify me for one more stint of 'just working through the middle layer growout, which is usually the hardest...' She's amazing. I am, however, having a hard day. I usually shower, wash my hair, then just brush it an...