It is not beauty that endears, it’s love that makes us see beauty. (5)

Lead By Example

Lead by example.

People will remember what you did, not what you said.

You get what I am saying here? You can talk as much as you want to, but unless you actually follow through with the actions that you speak of, it really means nothing. Even better is when you speak in one direction, but walk in another. I know I have not always been perfect – not by any means, but I sure do try. I especially try with three daughters that are starting to take notice of everything. I hate being stopped in my tracks by an 8 -year-old who realizes I just did what I said not to do.

Talk about eating some humble pie.

I see it absolutely everywhere now. People talk about a united front, making the world better, etc., and point out who isn’t doing what or what we should be doing. Then go do it I say. Stop talking about what hasn’t been done, and how things should be done. Stop talking.

Start doing.

Join a group, start a group, just do it (totally wish I was sponsored by Nike, but I am not). Stop complaining and start doing. It matters in all areas. I was starting to complain about not being active, so I literally got up, changed, and went outside and ran. It was definitely not pretty, but I did it. I have continued to do it minus the one rest day a week, and last night due to a prior commitment. I will not complain about it anymore, and if I find myself doing that I will get up and go run right then if I can.

I will not sit and complain about how things aren’t how I feel they should be. I wanted the color red on my walls, not the exact shade that there is, but I wanted red. I painted it and now I will deal with the good and the bad color I see as the light hits it. Just because you may have wanted to see the wall blue doesn’t mean that we can’t be friends. It means we like different things but can still respect each other’s color wheel favorites. I will not tolerate people who state that they cannot be friends will ALL those who love red in any shade. That right there is the same as saying you don’t like ALL people from Jersey because The Jersey Shore was a horrible show, and so all people from there must be just like that. Sounds silly, but that is how it is.

I will not spew the hate. I will respectfully listen and respond with love and kindness. The same love and kindness you stated we needed while you talk about how you hate ALL people who like red.

Oxymoron much?

I will accept my faults and own my mistakes. I know there have been times that I have not been a great friend by not picking up a phone. However, I will not be a friend who is the only one who is in the friendship. I will own that we have grown apart, but I will not take the comments about you always being surrounded by fake people and that you are always the one who gets crapped on. If you have lost 20 friends in the last couple of years, and they are all still friends – maybe it is you. I will take my own blame, but I will not help you hand out undeserved blame to others. I have learned how to be a friend and how not to be.

You suck as a friend, and you need to come back down to your actual height, not what is listed on your license.

We all dream big, right?

I just feel like we all carry problems, bad judgment from time to time, bad habits, and other things. We cannot continue to say negative things or talk about how bad things are if we are just going to come back to the same coffee shop, order the same thing as yesterday, and have the same conversation as yesterday.

Do something about it.

Lead by example.


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It is not beauty that endears, it’s love that makes us see beauty. (5)

Day Late

Day late and a dollar short – I know. I have a love hate with Memorial Day. I respect the honor of the fallen and know how important their sacrifice was. I just hate that everything comes flooding into my heart and out my tear ducts at the same time. I also found out that a friend is deploying today or probably within the midnight hours of last night/this morning.

I know that people get called to serve and have such pride that they jump at the chance to go. I respect that. I feel as if people who carry such selflessness are rare anymore, but we need so many more to be that way. I wish I could do more for those. I have a reminder on my phone to pray daily for her. I don’t necessarily need a reminder as she will be in my heart until she comes safely home. I do feel as if I pray at the same time every day for her, I can let her know and she can maybe feel it wherever she is at that time.

Another is in the countdown to go.

Along with so many more. These are just the ones I know by name, their family, and those who love them.

I know there will be countless that go and sometimes they come home minus something. Whether that something is a team member, their sanity, or even just part of themselves.

I am honored to be married to a man who is one of these chosen few. I am more than blessed to still have him here with me. I don’t take that lightly. Last night while I rubbed his head I stared at him while he laid there, eyes closed. I love that I am lucky to have him here by my side and that he has been for a good long while. I don’t take that for granted at all. I love him.

Watching the news recap the events of yesterday I was able to see a local legend dressed up in full military uniform and in his 90’s. The pride he has. It just makes you stop and smile. What an awesome man. I cannot wait to see him at the next Rangers In Action to give him and another favorite of mine a hug and kiss. They are brave and they are amazing. #RLTW they would say.

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Last Night I Did Something.

Last night I did something that I kept saying I was going to do and just never did. I always had an excuse.

I Ran.

It kills me how quickly the ability to run can leave your body. I am almost ashamed at how little my progress is and how slow I am, but reminded myself running just here and there over the course of a year (like months in between a run) does not count for actually running. I decided to get my oldest in on the joy. I told her my goal in the next two months is to be able to get her to run 3 miles at a time and me 5 miles. She said okay with joy in her eyes.

Well Crap.

This made me realize we needed to actually do it. My husband helped me map a run on our little stretch of pavement so we can stay within eyesight of the house (for the sake of the littlest one, and so she can ride her bike). Normally we go another direction that involves an exact mile of dirt road. I love this path, but once you turn the corner, you can no longer see the house. Of course, “A” finished before me, but I still finished without giving up. My pace was actually not bad, but I am trying to remind myself that I am starting over and that the pace doesn’t matter right now.

I Will Get Better.

I know I will. I now have a sidekick, a route, and I have started. I have mentioned how starting over and over gets real old. I think I can find enough drive and motivation to actually keep going now. I was just talking with my husband the other day about how I feel like I have nothing to compete for. He talked about how his wins come through his kids. I understand that feeling and I agree.

To A Point.

I still have this competitive nature inside of me that needs to be let out. I played kickball (and we won the championship thank you very much) and that helped. Then bowling came, but it kinda sucks since it isn’t a league to win, and now it is summer. I feel like I need competition in my life. I guess I just like to have something to strive for. It gives me something to work towards.

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