Sunday, January 10, 2010


If it is true that are worst decisions are our best stories but our healthiest relationships are the most boring, then why is it when we finally find someone that we can be bored with, who likes us for our most boring parts, do we get restless or defensive?

It's my guess that each person has to judge for themselves just how interesting they want to be and just how boring they can handle being.

I am somewhere between curling up with a controversial magazine issue, book, or film and wanting a house with two small rambunctious dogs while caring for an adopted child with special needs. In short I want to always be interesting enough to raise an eyebrow but not a voice and boring only to the point that the smallest accomplishments are the most praised and regarded.

Out with 2009

No is definitely 'out' and Yes is definitely back 'in'.

Just in time for New Year, clean breaks, this weekend I caught up on season 4 of Sex and the City, got a mani-pedi, and washed the car...I have learned that the best way to distinguish between a good day and a bad day is not by the number of uncontrollable events that happen to us good or bad but by the number of times we remember to say or do something loving for ourselves.

Maybe the secret path to daily bliss, lies in the individual ability to celebrate who we are by giving ourselves something we actually need?