looking up……

The unwanted post has been (re)moved. I’m assuming it has served its purpose, and frankly, it rather depressed me to look at it every time I opened my lovely blog. 

{via: flickr.}

This is meant to be a happy space–where we share the little gorgeous things. Let’s say we save the major complaining and harping and general ugliness for somewhere else. Life is short. And gorgeous. Are we agreed?

Living Yellow

In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. They make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But, never second guess who you are, where you’ve been and, most importantly, where you’re going.unknown.

Living Yellow

In life, we do things. Some, we wish we had never done and some we wish we could replay a million times. They make us who we are and, in the end, they shape and detail us. If we were to reserve them, we wouldn’t be the person we are today. So, just live. Make mistakes and have wonderful memories. But, never second guess who you are, where you’ve been and, most importantly, where you’re going.unknown.

stress-o-rama

How many Marys does it take to….

open a Word doc,

cook anything,

catch up on “Family Ties,”

return overdue library books,

return emails,

suss out the weird smell coming from the fridge,

vacuum car after beach trip,

upload pictures from beach trip,

wash clothes from beach trip,

deal with my in-house heatstroke,

update blog, properly…

More than one Mary, apparently. ‘Cuz I got nada.

stress-o-rama

How many Marys does it take to….

open a Word doc,

cook anything,

catch up on “Family Ties,”

return overdue library books,

return emails,

suss out the weird smell coming from the fridge,

vacuum car after beach trip,

upload pictures from beach trip,

wash clothes from beach trip,

deal with my in-house heatstroke,

update blog, properly…

More than one Mary, apparently. ‘Cuz I got nada.