Don't Sweat the Small Stuff

It's easier said than done...not worrying about all of life's little details. Don't sweat the small stuff surely was a saying made up by someone with ample free time. These days us gals lead lives that involve balancing successful careers with a home life, kids (for some) and a myriad of other commitments. In our careers we're expected to be these infalliable superwoman if we want to be viewed as being successful. Yet we're fed this notion of needing to be Martha Stewart in our home lives. There's a pressure to be perfect in all facets of our lives.  With these expectations, how can we not sweat the small stuff?  I never used to worry about lists, meal plans, center pieces and always having a plan. Red wine or white wine with dinner??? Does anyone really even care, cant we just have a beer instead?  I was happy to eat or make whatever, use paper plates and napkins (easier cleanup!) and never had a plan.  Life was simply more laid back and there was defininetly less stress.  How did I become this way?  I'm still not sure. I think part of it was growing up and thinking that this is what was expected of "real" grownups. I'm sure my job can be blamed in part.  We always have to have a plan and there's lots of attention to detail.  I think some if it stems from my desire to take care of people. But do people need place cards and linen napkins to feel loved?  Absolutely not. Or at least I hope not.  I look back at some of the things I've written about myself in the past and found a girl who was more carefree and less structured. This doesn't mean I was less responsible, I just didn't sweat the small stuff as much. I'd like to find that girl again...seems like she was a pretty good time.  So here's to not sweating the small stuff...or at least trying not to.

Poetry in Motion: Another creative outlet

Letting the creativity loose yet again. This time I chose poetry as my medium. Since I won't subject you to my musings alone. One of these I can take credit for and one I can't.


These dark circles
under my eyes
are the stains you left
when you spilled my guts

You never told me
I had to stay up all night
washing them with stars
until they were gone

You seemed to have turned
sleep against me now,
like she was one of your friends
all along

I thought she'd be
a little sympathetic
but I guess sleep always
felt better
when you were around.

Jewel


Moonlight falls on another day
without the sound of your voice
The wind howls but does not
carry you to me.

Are you lost?

For I myself am at the
edge of longing
shouting in the dark unknown
waiting.....unanswered.

What can bring you to me?
The pull of the moon
the tugging of my heart
or perhaps some other
feeling event.

Shall I wander the
worn paths of loneliness
forever calling into the wind?

- Stamos

Having the Cake and Eating it too...

Really? A blog? Why, you may ask? Cause it was suggested that a creative outlet was needed and while dancing naked in the streets may be entertaining, its hardly legal.  That and word on the street is that all the cool kids have blogs.  So here's to being cool....

Life's been tough lately, I'm not gonna lie.  Heck it's the whole reason I'm writing the darn blog. Life has been all about change the last eight months. There's been packing, unpacking and packing, unpacking again. There's been road trips and plane rides and hacks on horseback.  There's been heartbreak. Lately, I find myself questioning some of my life decisions. Many of them have been selfish, all in pursuit of my Career.  I've left my home, friends, and family to travel all over in pursuit of the Career. All along I thought it was possible to have it all.....a job (let's be honest, its a lifestyle) I loved, friends and a person to love and share it all with. (and yes I just ended a sentence with a preposition).  Parts of this equation have proved to elusive.  I thought I had it all figured out, but then a greater opportunity called and I was off again. Was it selfish? Absolutely. Did I think I would be able to pull it off and make it work? Without a doubt. Was it worth it to give all of those things up to move for a job yet again?  I thought so and part of me still does. But when is enough enough?  Can us crazy horse people have it all? I'm not so sure anymore.  I see funny, cool, good looking gals by the dozens at horseshows and wouldn't you know most of them are single.  We work long hours, travel and most of us have at least a hint of OCD...it's what makes us good at our jobs.  Yet most of us are batting a zero in the romance department. Surely, we can have our cake and eat it too, or can we?