Hi friends. Welcome.
How are you all?
One way or another its been quite the week hasn’t it? So I’m here to offer you a comfy seat, your favourite drink and a cool cloth for your brow.
And as always here are a few good things to enjoy as you head into your weekend – – –
A Good Word
From Story Solutions
What’s one less thing you could do this weekend that would do you good
A Good Look
Nothing deep tonight just this sweetie with a winning smile wishing you a relaxing weekend
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A Good Idea
By Joanna Goddard
Take a Gander
For the past few months, I’ve been trying something new…
I’m definitely the type of person who can get — and stay — in her head. Are you? Is everyone? After a hectic workday, I would come home but still feel keyed up, running through my mental checklist, feeling compelled to check my phone, and having a hard time being in the moment.
But nowadays, when the boys and I are hanging at the playground, or Alex and I are walking to a restaurant, I’ll stop to look around. REALLY LOOK. I’ll notice a neighbor returning from the store with a rotisserie chicken. A garbage truck grumbling down the street. (Fall) decorations that nail it. A dog careening around the corner.
It’s funny how such a small thing — taking a moment to take it all in — can pull you right out of your head and set you up for a calmer, more present, more relaxed evening. After a busy afternoon, it’s like splashing water on your face.
And, honestly, seeing the world is just nice. “I do get a deep pleasure from looking,” says artist David Hockney. “I mean, I can look at a little puddle on a road in Yorkshire and just have the rain falling on it and think it’s marvelous.”
Do you ever truly look at the world around you? It sounds like such a non-event, but my life has felt really different because of it.
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A Good Read
From The New York Times Modern Love Series
Here’s a snippet
“Stay here and guard the castle,” I would say to my dog, Dusty, every time I left our condo. Over the years, his eyes — one blue, one brown — had become washed with gray, his sight was failing, and his hips were becoming tight. He was hardly a guard dog.
When I came home, he no longer greeted me at the door but would raise his nose in welcome. I gave him peanut butter for his bravery, sometimes with painkillers to help with his hips.
Eleven years earlier, I adopted Dusty-Danger Dog (his full name) from the Town Lake Animal Shelter in Austin. I stopped by the shelter one day, came back the next, and Dusty was the only dog who remembered me. He had pointy ears like a giant fox and was at risk of being euthanized.
Since then, he and I traveled the country in my bumper-stickered Toyota pickup, visiting 28 states while putting 290,000 miles on that truck. During our years in Austin, Dusty became a local legend, helping to raise thousands of dollars for nonprofit organizations such as Austin Bat Cave and the Fusebox Festival. For a monetary donation to the nonprofit, Dusty and I would take someone’s dog on a special date, and I would write an essay about it for the donor. This raised a surprisingly large amount of money – – – Keep reading
By Christine Bailey
Back in July, yes 7 months into the year, I decided on my “word of the year.” The fact that it took me that long to choose a word shows just how much of a prime candidate I was for reading Anne Bogel’s newest book, Don’t Overthink It, in which I found this quote:
As soon as I read that paragraph towards the end of the book, I knew I’d found my word.
It jumped out at me, and now I’m seeing it everywhere. We’ve lost a lot this year. It’s time to reclaim some of what’s been lost – – – Keep reading
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Till next week friends, have a beautiful weekend, rest up, do something you love xx