Sheila and Sarah Day 13

Sheila Day 13

 
Let me tell you, the saying directly above should be a strong indicator of how my day played out from the moment that I got out of bed this morning.  Have you ever had one of those days, you know the ones, the kind that makes you just want to find a corner, and blow spit bubbles as that would probably be A LOT more productive than the one that you have now opened your eyes to?  WELL, that should be a strong indicator of how my day began today.

Alarm clock rang, hit the snooze, as I can hit it twice which provides me with a little more sleepy time with my bed that is now FULL of cats and a kitten!  Nope, didn't hit the snooze, hit the off button.  UGHHHHHHHHHHH now I am late, and the blog took so long last night that I did not pick out my clothes for work.  No time to check out the blog last night, see a couple of missed calls and a text, but no time to look at them cuz I am OFFICIALLY LATE!  UGHHHHHHHHH!  Scramble, hit the radio to begin my Bobby Bones fix and hopefully turn my frown upside down with a well-deserved laugh or two and then I bolt for the shower.

Now I have to admit, that as I am getting ready a thought squeezes its way into my brain.  Waterproof mascara or not?  Hmmmmmmm . . . for much of the last couple of years many of my days actually began with that one decision.  The reason . . . if it felt like life would be partly cloudy with a chance of tears, the choice was waterproof.  If it felt mostly sunny, waterproof was not necessary.  NOPE, not waterproof today . . . WRONG CHOICE!

I throw on the first outfit I can find, thank GOD for my Bunn coffee maker as it is fast, grab a yogurt, and I am off like a prom dress!  I am late, but not that late . . . it will be fine!  Fine?  Fine?  What is fine?  I discover on my way out that this MISERABLE cuss of a blog did not manage to secure my wonderful pictures, that weirdly enough they morph from jpegs into gif files, and that now my blog, complete with little kiddo pictures, has once again, NO PICTURES!  ANDDDDD I have an hour and a half before I can even look at them anddddddd even when I do get to work, my day is SWAMPED!

I call my sister as I often have a chat with her on my way to work.  Life has been very difficult for us as we struggle to make sense of our worlds now that mom and dad are no longer together.  This is BRUTAL!  I don't want to go into a ton of detail because mom's journey is not mine to share, but suffice it to say, emotions are very raw.  It feels as though so much has been lost, and the tears began to flow, nope, the decision NOT to wear waterproof mascara was the wrong one.  However, I pull it together, dry my eyes, mop of the mascara, and bop into work.

BLOG pictures . . . this blog and I have a love/hate relationship!  Some days I just love to hate it!  BUT I also HATE that I LOVE it . . . it is a win/lose or a lose/win or a win/win or a lose/lose?  The technical aspects drive me NUTS!  I am not technologically challenged, but this thing makes me feel as though I am a TOTAL moron.  I tried and tried and tried and tried to get the pictures uploaded.  I got interrupted, and interrupted, and interrupted as the Rez Rev is ALWAYS in!  I just wanted to get this one thing done and I wanted it done MY WAY!  RIGHT!  The way I saw it in my head!  BUT I just couldn't make anything work . . . NOTHING!  

Nothing seems to go right some days and then out of nowhere comes a little sign that everything is going to be ok even amidst the tears of frustration.  I told you that yesterday the kiddos came to the college to spend the afternoon with us.  Among the kiddos was a little boy that has Autism.  He sat on Santa's lap and was asked with a hearty ho, ho, ho what he wanted for Christmas?  The little boy responded that he wanted a train.  Santa asked the little one what sound the train made and he made a choo, choo sound.  It was sooooooo doggone cute!  Then Santa asked all of the kiddos to make a train sound and giggles and choo, choo sounds filled the air.  When Santa was done, he gave the little boy a paper bag filled with treats.  The little boy carefully carried the bag around like it was the most precious of treasures.  I guarded it with his little life and he never opened it . . . not even a little.  He was so excited that Santa had given him a gift . . . a special gift . . . a train?

BUT it wasn't a train in the bag, only peanuts, and a candy cane.  There was no train, but the little boy believed that Santa had put one in his bag especially for him.  Life . . . life is full of disappointments and frustrations.  However, it is so sad when one realizes that the things they believed in cause them pain and suffering.  This is a hard pill for an adult to swallow, but even harder for a little kiddo.  It broke our hearts today when we heard the story about how this little guy, opened his treasure, only to discover that the gift he "thought" was in the bag was something quite different than he anticipated . . . good thing the mascara was already melted off, because we all had tears.  That little boy will get his train because we have made that our mission . . . his story touched our hearts and we will quietly leave a fingerprint on his.

Nobody said that life was going to be easy.  Nobody said that there would be frustrations or times of suffering and pain, but hopefully amidst the bags of peanuts and candy canes you can discover that the true treasures lie in the opportunities to open our eyes and see the world through the heart of another . . .

Sarah Day 13

I had a bit of a rough day today. Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed . . . I'm not really sure. Mom and I have talked about how some days we just don't see that special something we were looking for. Other days, it's just really hard to write. Today, I had one of those days where the human kind just simply uninspired me. It seemed like every person I came across was cranky, rude, or straight up mean. I searched in every possible direction to see something that made me want to write, but it never happened.

Normally, if something really extremely frustrating happens or something really exciting happens, I'll want to write. But when I got home for the day, all I could think about doing was taking a shower to try and ease my uninspired thoughts.

When I finally started to relax a little, I decided to open my computer. It wasn't long before I found myself lost in the internet, looking at images of people, places, or things that I feel inspired by. I have a love for photography, so sometimes getting lost in images is more therapeutic than writing. Tonight, I have decided to share the images that are the most captivating for me. I understand that this idea strays a little far away from what our blog is "supposed" to be, but I hope you'll forgive me for my lack of words tonight.

For the sake of imagination and deep thoughts, I have decided not to post the comments or captions for the photos. Please let your mind wander.

"A photography is a secret about a secret . . . the more it tells you, the less you know."