Why do we resist change?

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Finally, a break in the hot, humid temperatures that we’ve all been victims to the past 3+ months.  Along with these cooler tempts comes a new season, renewal of the soul and the world outside your window.  While kids and teens everywhere mourn the loss of their summer freedom, their parents rejoice in a small reprieve from the chaos that accompanies summer.  Goodbye summer!  Hello fall!

Change.  It’s inevitable.  There’s nothing constant in life except for that fact that it changes.  People generally fall into two camps where change is concerned.  Those who love it and those who fear it.  I’ll admit I tend to wander towards the fear camp.  I resist change.  It freaks me out.  (Probably even more than public speaking.)  I’m comfy right where I’m at.  Why change something that’s not broken?

My summer project, besides writing, traveling and weddings, was to revamp my blog.  It was time.  It had looked the same since the day I started it.  I loved the format of it and the look was still pleasing.  But, it was not fresh anymore.  It had run it’s course and it was time for a change.

Like so many others who resist change, I couldn’t quite get myself to do it.  I logged onto my blog in June while I was on my summer hiatus, thought about how I could make a few tweaks, and immediately closed it up again.  I made up some excuses for not doing it at that time.  “The dog needed a walk!”  Or, “Clark was hungry (when isn’t he) and I needed to make him a sammie… (Of course, I kid).

The stalling went on for months.  Most of summer, actually.  In the back of my mind, I knew that I was working with a retired theme and that if I actually changed it, I would lose the option to revert it back again.  That thought terrified me.  One press of the button and Poof!…everything I was accustomed to at my WordPress home would be lost for good.  My beloved blog would look completely different to me.   No more pink wallpaper.  No more clip art header.  It was like saying goodbye to one of my babies.  Soooooo unnecessary!

But, it was necessary.  It was a change that was desperately needed.  Last spring I had an awakening regarding the design of my blog.  I suddenly felt like the homeowner on the block that still had the 60’s themed home – Shag carpeting, avocado appliances and big, flowery wallpaper.  Plastic laminated counters and cabinets, formica kitchen table and chairs.  (Groovy!)  It was still very comfy and everything worked fine, but it was as if I was stuck in a time warp.  (For my insensitivity with the time warp comment, I apologize to all of you change resisters who may still be stuck 5 decades in the past.)

So, I bit the bullet and convinced myself that change COULD be good.  I wasn’t going to fear it.  I knew that with change and by its very definition, it was going to mean separating and departure from the past.  While change can bring on a feeling of loss of control and excessive uncertainty, I knew that with a well thought out plan and clear, simple guidelines, I would still be in charge.  I could conquer my fear and resistance to change!!  Departing from the past and looking forward to something new could be exciting!!  After all, we do it every single year, several times, when the seasons change.  And, we tend to love it!

Yes, it’s cool outside today.  Fall is here.  My favorite season.  The air is crisp and fresh.  It’s more enjoyable to be outdoors.  Soon, mother nature will be showing off her gorgeous array of autumn hues.  We’ll walk out our front doors to the beauty of blanketed, leaf covered lawns, streets and parks.  We’ll soon start to dig out our favorite warm sweaters and jackets from the seasonal clothes we carefully stow away in the spring.  We’ll put away our shorts and pull out our favorite, comfy jeans.  And, closed towed shoes and fashion boots.  The sun will gradually begin to greet us a little bit later each morning and say goodbye earlier each evening.  And, that’s ok.  Change can be good!  It can greet us with a big, friendly, warm familiar feeling.  It can also tease us with a feeling of something exciting and new in the air.

If you haven’t already done so, take a peek at my main blog page, Being Margaret,  here – scroll through it, make yourself at home and let me know how you like (or not) the change.

Perhaps there’s a change in store for your life just lurking around the corner.  Embrace it.  It just might be the most exciting thing you’ve experienced in a while.

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Hello September!

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Labor Day Weekend!

Is there anything better than waking up on a Friday?!  Nothing makes us happier than knowing that the weekend is about to start. Add to that the fact that it’s a three-day holiday weekend and you experience the utter feeling of complete joy.

Three days with family.  Or, friends.  Or doing whatever your little heart desires.

Whether it be three full days of doing absolutely nothing or filling each minute up with bustling activity, I’m wishing you all a  Happy Labor Day Weekend!!


Me?  I’ll be busy with family

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and, friends

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and, maybe a little food.

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And, our adorable 9 month old puppy, Duncan!

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( man, does he lovvveeee hanging out with us 24/7!! )

I’ll be sneaking some time in between all of that F.U.N. to make some new updates, a few changes and a tweak here and there to my blog, Being Margaret!  

Have a fabulous weekend!  Enjoy what may be the last few moments of summer.  And, stay tuned for a new look and new blog posts from me next week.


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Lions and tigers and bears, oh my!

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Recently, I had the pleasure of visiting our local zoo.  The Brookfield Zoo.

I was first introduced to this fantastic place when I started dating my hubs.  It’s large and spread out and set in the middle of a wooded suburb southwest of Chicago.   Ahhh, I have such fond memories of this great place.  My hubs LOVES the zoo.  And, for that reason, I’ve learned to love it as well.

We became members years ago because it was always a fun spot to take the kids.  We took our boys there often when they were young.  Over the years, we just kept our membership active.  Even so, I only manage to get there once or twice every few years.  It had been a long, long time since my last visit.  Yesterday was the day I’d finally get back!  It was perfect timing.  School was back in session and the weather was beautiful.   I was with one of my sons and we’d practically have the place to ourselves!

But, we didn’t.  The place was packed.  The line to get in was long.  It was moving slow.  There was a little hut that everyone was waiting in line to get through.  It reminded me of a toll booth.  The cashier, who was cleverly dressed in park ranger attire, sat inside collecting entrance fees and handing out zoo maps.

As we sat in the long line waiting for our turn to gain entrance,  I glanced over at the parking lot.  I was shocked!  It looked filled to capacity.  Where did all of those cars and people come from?  Good grief, were there that many families with toddlers and preschoolers out for a play date today?   Didn’t anybody nap anymore?  Now wasn’t that just my luck.   It looked like everyone and their neighbor decided to visit the zoo the same day as we did.

I looked away from the crowded parking lot and back at the line we were sitting in.  Our car was moving again.  We were inching forward!  Hurray!  It was finally our turn in line to pull up to the tiny, brown cashier’s booth.  We paid and passed through the gate.  Then, we were stopped again.  Standing right in front of us a few feet through the gate stood a parking lot attendant.  We were being directed away from the normal parking lot.  Huh??  But the zoo was that way.  We were being sent to the overflow lot.  This was about a block away on a dirt field in the back of a high school.  There were all kinds of volunteers wearing bright orange sashes and waving flashlights with red plastic covers directing the cars.  We followed the line of cars through the ‘good’ parking lot and into no-man’s land.  It was as if we were at a major sporting event.  Their was a young man holding two flashlights at the end of the line.  He directed us with precision into our parking spot.  He waved his flashlights in stiff, official movements.  Like a ramp agent on the tarmac directing a 500 seat passenger plane at the airport.

Eventually we parked and headed back in the direction of the zoo.  It seemed miles away.  After making our way past the arched stone entrance, I noticed that not much had changed since years ago when I first visited the zoo.  The map showed that they still  housed bears and lions, elephants and giraffes.  And, all of the wild, exotic animals that you look forward to seeing.   Many of the exhibits were in different locations but for the most part, it was just as I had remembered it from long ago.

On our way to our first exhibitzootram, I spotted the tram.  It had been in service there for as long as I can remember.   It’s a slow-moving, multi row vehicle that travels all over the paved paths leading from one exhibit to the next.  The outside of it is painted like a an exotic animal.  On board, there’s a zoo guide dressed from head to toe in khaki.  He wears a hat similar to one you’d see on Harrison Ford portraying Indiana Jones.  It sits jauntily on his head.  As the safari vehicle crawls along, the guide speaks through a microphone which muffles his voice.  He tells you interesting facts about the animals as you pass by them.  You move at a snail’s pace.  Something I remembered all too well.  We rode on that tram a few times with the kids when they were young.  It was always nerve-wracking to my hubs and me.  My boys liked speed.  And, action.  Riding on that turtle paced vehicle with the muffled sounding guide was always like sitting on a time bomb.  I always imagined it was only been a matter of time before my boys would try to jump off.  Or, rush the zoo guide. Or, something.

The zoo was as packed as the parking lot.  We weaved our way through the crowds.  We headed towards the bears first.  They always thrilled the masses.  This day was no different.  It really doesn’t matter if they’re just lying around idle or if they’re jumping in their pools of water; they’re majestic to see.  Such amazing creatures.   We moved along from exhibit to exhibit.  We saw the lions and giraffes and zebras.  We walked through the Tropic World – a huge, open concept building which made you feel as tho you were hiking through the jungles of Africa and rain forests of Asia.  We saw dolphins and seals swimming and jumping and diving.  And, baby wolves.  And, tigers.  And, aardvarks and otters.

As we made our way from one exhibit to the other,  I looked around and realized that it was not only the zoo that had remained the same, but the people visiting the zoo, also.   I saw a lot of moms with strollers.  There were a few preschool groups.  And, young families with toddlers.  You could tell if the adults accompanying the children were their parents or grandparents by the looks on their faces.  Grandparents were delighted to be there.  Parents were a bit overwhelmed and frazzled.

Overall, the zoo was filled with the same kind of visitors as it always had been.  There were young mom’s trying to soothe crying babies.  There were young siblings who were fighting one moment and suddenly amazed at what they were looking at the next.  There were overly tired kids that looked sweaty and tired.  They were whining and pleading for candy and soda and souvenirs.   Young children scurried from animal to animal while frantic parents tried to keep count of everyone.   Nothing had changed.  Except, me.  I was no longer that young mom with three, energetic boys in tow.  It no longer took the team of both parents to make the zoo outing a success.  I was middle-aged now.  My boys were grown.   I no longer had to worry about temper tantrums or squabbling siblings.  It was a bittersweet moment looking around and seeing how time had stolen those early days from me.

I looked over at my son walking next to me and saw the little boy from 25 years ago that used to hold my hand and skip along.  He had grown up and was now taller than I was.  I thought back on my sweet memories fondly but knew without a doubt that I was glad to be exactly where I was in life.  I was glad not to be riding that tram.  Not for the same reasons as years ago,  but because walking the zoo felt good.  It was wonderful to be enjoying the same grounds I wandered years ago.  This time with my son who was now grown.  We enjoyed it on a different level and for different reasons.  We celebrated the wonder of the animals and the places from which they originated.  For several hours we walked the grounds of the zoo enjoying the great weather.  Each others company.  And, the animals.

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Who is that behind the bushes?

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Reading this article this morning, originally printed in Deadstate.org, made me think of how wonderful it would be for those of us who have a love for all things photographic, to have the freedom and courage to simply walk up to any subject head on and do what we love to do most – Interact, fully engaged, with the group of people or person that drew our creative attention in their direction in the first place.  Face to face.  Not from around a corner or hidden behind a tree.  Not from a safe spot, hidden in the middle of some shrubbery.  Not from the subject’s backside (good grief, how boring!!)  And, most definitely not while pretending to take a picture of something over the subjects shoulder.  I mean, c’mon people! – I think everyone is on to that tactic.

I’ve gone through several steps of uncomfortable growth to get to the point I am now in my (very) amateur photography hobby.  I’m still not completely where I want to be in learning to just *go for the shot.* I tend to end up feeling squeamishly uncomfortable and as tho I’ve somehow invaded someone’s invisible bubble of privacy.  But I’m getting there.  One day I hope to feel comfortable enough to walk up to anyone, anywhere and take the shot.  I just might end up with some amazing captures like these!

In 1974 a photographer met two mimes, only years later realizes who one of them was

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Back in 1974, photographer Daniel Sorine came across two mimes in New York City’s Central Park. Something about them caught his eye, and he immediately began to snap pictures.

Years later, Sorine realized that one of the mimes was a then-unknown Robin Williams and the other was author Todd Oppenheimer.

 

“What attracted me to Robin Williams and his fellow mime, Todd Oppenheimer, was an unusual amount of intensity, personality and physical fluidity. When I approached them with my Pentax Spotmatic they allowed me to invite them into my camera instead of me having to chase after them.”

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It’s hard to know if these amazing shots of a young Robin Williams were captured because the photographer was confidant enough to simply walk up to his subject and shoot the picture or if it was simply a matter of Robin’s big personality, generosity and love of attention.  But, I do know, that you have to step out from behind the bushes.

 

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Why women need women in their lives

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It was a Thursday Morning.  The first Thursday of the New Year.  That meant that I would be meeting up with one of my besties for coffee.    We made a pact last year to meet up once a week at the coffee shop that sits midway between her suburb and mine.   Thursday mornings, that was the day we agreed upon.  They would be our day!!  Regardless of weather.  Regardless of schedules.  And, we stuck to our deal.  Last year we met every single Thursday except for one or two.   The only thing that keeps us away from our sacred get-together is if one of us is out-of-town.  That’s a reasonable excuse.

She always arrives before I do.  And, there is usually an empty “to go” cup waiting for me.  Her treat.  We buy the “to go” cups because this particular spot lets you refill your java as many times as you’d like and then take one with you *to go* if you’d like.  And we do.

I have tried endlessly, unsuccessfully, to beat her to our spot so that I can treat her for coffee just once.  But every week, regardless of how early I get ready in the morning and rush out the door, she is sitting there already.  Waiting.  Enthusiastically.

Our first Thursday of the new year!!  I was ready to get back on track with a normal routine.  I was burned out on the holidays and all of the socializing that comes along with the hectic, jolly season.  I was ready to get back into my regular routine.  I was happy to be up and out the door early and on my way to meet up with my sweet friend. We were going to discuss our new Yoga class we were enrolled in on Saturday mornings!!  Hurray!!

As I pulled into the parking lot I noticed her car right away.  Of courseeee she would be there before me!   I walked in and turned my attention to one of the two spots that we usually sit in.  And, there she was.  Big, bright reddish bouffant, smiling eyes and a huge grin.  *over here!!*  She always stands up when she spots me walking in and waves her arm enthusiastically back and forth – as If I would not be able to find her unless she stood up and signaled me.  Ohhh, my dear, sweet friend must not be aware that I can see her big, beautiful bouffant over the top of the booth from across the room whether or not she stands up to greet me.

I made a beeline for the booth and sat down.  She had papers and a schedule in front of her and was ready to dive into the details of our new Yoga class.  I scooted into the booth across from her and looked at the coffee and water sitting in front of me.  She had put a slice of lemon in my water.  Everybody knows that lemons help to flush out all the millions of calories and impurities that we tend to shove into our bodies over the holidays.  Every little bit counts!!  And, if we can lose weight just by drinking lemon water, bring it on!!

We were all settled in and ready to get to the gabbing.  She looked up at me and immediately knew that something was a little off.  Women do that.  We have a special, ingrained sense of female esp.  We can tell when one of our girlfriends are upset about something.  She asked me what was wrong and I burst into tears.  I had been thinking about my Mom on the way to the coffee shop.  About how desperately I missed her.  My heart-felt such a heavy weight that morning.  I knew that this time of year was a trigger.  The anniversary – the first anniversary of her passing was just around the corner.  It was all too much to bear.

My bestie popped up and went to get some makeshift Kleenex (scratchy paper napkins).  She handed them to me and scooted back in the booth.  I took them and held them up to my face.  I was covering my face with them and blubbering.  I was hiding behind them.  She told me to put them down.  That she knew I was back there behind the scratchy napkin crying.  I thought to myself, that comment was something my Mom would have laughed about.   And as I thought about my Mom laughing at a comment like that, I began to laugh, myself.  I laughed for a minute and then cried some more.  It was the ugly cry where your face is all skewed up.  But then I thought about my friend telling me that she knew I was behind the napkin and my emotions turned into a half laugh half cry.  I lowered my scratchy shield an inch and looked at her through watery, drowned eyes from over the top.  She didn’t seem to be phased that I was making a scene.  So I chanced lowering the napkin all the way down and looked her straight in the eye.  And, went on to unload my soul to her.  Like I had so many times in the past year.  She sat there and listened as I unloaded my grieving sorrow to her.  She had all the right things to say.  All the while, reaching across the table and holding my hand.  And after about 10- 15 minutes, I felt so much better.  I pulled myself together, we smiled at each other.  It had passed.  Unloading on her was like a weight being lifted off my shoulders.  So, we went on to discuss how we were going to become Yoga Guru’s in 2015.  (Lord help us! )

I have always been aware of the fact that women need women in their lives.  Or, maybe it’s just me.  But I don’t think so.  I really do believe that women need women.  For socializing.  For nurturing.  For talking with.  We are strong and intelligent and loyal to each other.  We relate to one another and usually think along the same wavelengths.  I’m constantly amazed by my friends who seem to know when I need them. And, we are complicated.  Men, not so much.  Men are simple.  They can get along with a tv remote and a bag of snacks as their sidekicks.  I’m not sure if I envy that or not.  I just know that I have some amazing women in my life.  I have been blessed with an abundance of besties.  All good women to their core.

Our Thursdays have been a special blessing to me.  This past year would have been overwhelming without my girlfriends in my life.  I treasure each and every one of them.  And, I know just how blessed I am to have the company of so many amazing women on a day-to-day basis in my life.

My Mom was an amazing woman herself.  I miss her SO much.  I think about her everyday.  I will never stop missing her or feeling her void.  But with a little help from my girlfriends from time to time, I learn to smile over the memories I have rather than dwell on the pain.

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Mama told me, there’ll be days like this….

Some days are just like that.

As a matter of fact, some weeks are like that.   Stressful.  And nightmarish.  Where you just want to say “forget it!!”…and sit and drink coffee all day.  Or Wine.  And scream at the person who is causing your blood pressure to rise.

In this case, it was an old blog service I used when I first started writing.  I will refrain from mentioning their #%$%#$ing name because they are evil.  (BLog.com).

After about one week of using their site when I first joined the blogosphere, I knew immediately that it was not going to work between us.  That union was anything but healthy.  I wanted a divorce!   So I jumped ship and made my way over to WordPress.

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Ahhhhh.  WordPress.  They were like a breath of fresh air.  Reliable.  Professional.   And, most of all, they knew what they were doing.   They even had an amazing support network.  One that was actually available to me when I needed some help.  Afterall, I was new to this blogging bit and I had questions.  Lots of them.  Yes, switching to WordPress was joyous.  And smart.

I was sitting in my kitchen last week, lighthearted and happy, ready to log onto my blog to write about something witty that Clark had said or done,  and – BOOM –  Just like that, tragedy!

I was redirected to some foreign, evil-looking page that tells me my Margber domain is no longer available to me. Therefor, I had no access to my blog.  Huh????  What-the-%&$&$&%##*!!!!  What’s this nonsense??  That’s MY blog!  MY hard work went into it.  Someone was trying to take control.  It was like a mini-hijacking.  I was the captain of the ship and it was going down.

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My heart started to race and I did what I do best in those type of situations.  In a slightly high-pitched, louder than normal tone, I yelled at Clark for it.  Then, I took a deep breath, or two, and started to deal with the entire mess.

I had left the incompetent Blog.com after only one week of association with them, and they were still haunting me a year later.  I could not believe it.  Hadn’t I jumped the ship to avoid just this kind of disaster?  I thought I had done everything right.  I was diligent in following the rules and renewing fee’s.  But, one had slipped through the crack.

I had my WordPress upgrades set to auto-renew and was well aware that my renew date was approaching.  I had checked it a few weeks before the payment was due.  I decided to override the auto-renew and pay early because, well, that is just how I am. I worry.  I did not want anything to happen or come between myself and my uber awesome domain.   If it were to lapse, my readers would not know where to find me.  My email subscribers would be lost to me.

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I was so focused on the WordPress end of it all, that I had neglected to even considered that the evil Blog.com side of it needed attention as well.  After all, My domain originated over there (evil place) and because of that, I was linked to them.  Forever.  And ever.  Until death do us part.  OYYYYY.  My divorce to the miserable Blog.com had never been official.  I was still at their mercy but didn’t even know it.  Ohhh, how disastrous!!!

So, after weeks of unsuccessfully trying to contact and get a reply from Blog.com (the trail went cold) I finally turned to the accessible and willingly available support team at WordPress, With a special shout-out to auxclass (Woot woot!!) and after hours of guidance, the entire mess has finally been resolved.  Sort of.  It did not come without casualties.  While I have finally and completely cut all ties with the vile Blog.com (they’re evil!!!) it came at a high price.  I had to temporarily give up my domain Margber.   (SOOO sad!!)  For the next few months, I will sit and wait and stress over its release.  And then I will grab it again!!  YaY!

Until then, I can be found at https://margber.wordpress.com/ and I gladly and proudly accept the WordPress name snuggled right in the middle of my shiny new URL.  Temporarily.  Until I can once again regain control my original domain.

So what does all of this mumbo jumbo mean?  It simply means that if you are looking for moi, I can be found at the URL

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It might also mean that you may possibly need to re-follow me by clicking the follow tab again. (it’s down there in the right hand corner.  Go ahead, click it!)

So sorry for the inconvenience, folks ~ Feeling a bit like a block head.  : )

At the time of press for this post, I had still not heard from the evil Blog.com to help straighten the domain mess out from their end.  I had tried, unsuccessfully, for-everrrrrrrrr to contact someone from their (non-existent) support network.  It has now been 3 weeks and counting.  Im not going to hold my breath….

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 MaMa was right.  There’ll be days like this…..

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the liebster award

PulitzerMy very first award!  Ever!  Given by peers.  And, the WordPress community.  And I’d like to thank……….

I was about to go to bed.  It was not really that late.  I just go to bed early.

I decided to look at my email one last time.  There was new mail!  I scanned down the list.   There were several spam emails and something from Yahoo!Services confirming a password change.  I had been hacked earlier this year.  Twice.  What an exhausting experience!  The first time ~ Emails were being sent out to everyone on my contact list telling them of a grand plan I had for helping them to earn millions of dollars.  A few weeks later, that was followed up with an email telling them how to shed the unsightly pounds I had noticed they gained.  *horrifying.*

I continued to scan through the emails.  There was an email from WordPress. FUN!  WP always sends out something interesting.  I opened it and saw a pink medallion.  It was labeled ~ “The Liebster Award.”  Hmm.  I read through the contents of the email.  My heart did a little flip.  I had been nominated for an award?!  By my peers.  And readers.  And the WordPress community!

Clark was sitting next to me.  He was sitting there engrossed in a “who done it”  cop show as I was getting my very first writing award ever!  It was exciting!  Thrilling!  I spastically turned to him and told him I had won an award.  He never took his eyes off the TV.  “hmmm?”  (His show was just getting to the good part.)

I was excited!  I read the email again.  Hooray!  It was an award!  The Liebster Award!  Oh, this was such exciting news.  The hubs finally caught wind of my excitement.  He looked at me with a blank stare on his face.   I told him again of the email.  Oh, I was thrilled!  He grinned at me.  He could see how caught up I was in the excitement!  Then he turned back to his cop show.

A few minutes earlier I could hardly keep my eyes opened.  I was going to turn in for the night.  Then this!  Oh, what a piece of good fortune!  It was unexpected!  I’m sure I was experiencing the same emotions that very famous actors feel when they get that much coveted phone call with news of an Oscar nomination! How would I ever fall asleep?  Pulitzer Prize here I come!!

The excitement of the award was still with me when I woke up the next day.   I went to my PC to read the email again.   My enthusiasm came to somewhat of a slow halt as I read the fine print.

There was a protocol to follow.  There were questions to answer.  Okay, It was a lot of work being an award-winning writer.  It was going to be time-consuming.  Between my work schedule and my busy week, I did not know when I was going to fit in writing an acceptance speech!  I had a full agenda that day.  I had texts and calls to return from the day before.  I had to go get the oil changed in my car!  (Something I had been putting off for months.  I was now 2000 miles overdue.)

Knowing that I had a full plate, I started to swiftly move through my morning.  I dropped my razor on my toe as I rushed through my shower.  I looked down as I was getting dressed.  Rats!  My toe was bleeding.  I grabbed some toilet paper to stick to the wound.  I got dressed and then crammed my foot into my sandal.  I decided on this very important day,  I’d wear something nice.  I’d also wear my fancy sandals!  The toilet paper looked oddly out-of-place peeping through my strappy summer footwear.   This was NOT how an award-winning writer should start her day.

As I ran my errands and accomplished my goals, the thought of my Liebster Award was never too far from my thoughts.  I was caught daydreaming at a red light by an angry driver behind me. He honked when I did not notice the light change.  At the next stop light, the same driver was this time stopped next to me.  I looked out my window at him and wondered how he would feel if he knew he had just blasted his horn at an award-winning writer!

My day progressed ~ I started to calm down.  I got everything done on my “to do” list.   I gave my car the much needed attention it was due.  I returned all my calls.  I texted my friends and made plans.  Every now and then, I’d think about the exciting news.  My ego would swell a bit at each thought of my new award.

As is our practice, I talked to Clark a few times throughout the day.  I found the opportunity on each phone call to tell him again how wonderful my new award was!!

Finally,  on his last call to me from work that day, he asked me if I had decided what to wear to the awards ceremony.  I smiled.  And laughed.  Clark is not only über hot ~ he is also witty!  He has a way of putting things into perspective for me when I tend to blow them out of proportion.  He keeps me grounded.  He helps to keep me from getting too big for my britches.

That night, I sat down and once again looked at the protocol expected of me for this nomination.  I carefully followed through all the guidelines.  I looked over the questions and gave careful consideration to the answers I would give each one.  I wrote a note to the sweet writer who took the time to find my blog, read my posts, and give me a nomination.  I thanked her for her thoughtfulness.  I was humbled and honored and felt such happiness in the acknowledgment.

Liebster: a word of German descent meaning beloved and lovely.  Kind, pleasant & valued. Endearing and welcome.  It is an award which was started in Germany to give recognition to great bloggers.  How lovely!

Passion for writing has always been my motivation behind my blog.  When your writing gets acknowledged by someone you have never met, it makes your efforts all the sweeter and your heart swells a bit.  My love of writing is a true blessing in my life.  It is a blessing that I do not take for granted.

As I finish up this post, I think about what prompted me to write it and my tagline comes to mind ~ I Will One Day Write a Book.

The Liebster Award

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