The Perfect Saturday For a long time, I thought the perfect Saturday meant being everywhere. Clubs. House parties. Friends’ gatherings. If something was happening, I was there. Call me “Pat” — party all the time. Honestly, it fit. Home was just where I slept, changed clothes, and grabbed something to eat before heading back out. Even after that season slowed down, I didn’t. I was still moving — cleaning something, rearranging something, finding something to do. Sitting still just wasn’t part of the plan. When Everything Shifted About six months ago, something changed. Instead of filling every minute, I started letting a few minutes just be. At first, it felt…
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“I Have Isms — Embracing the Little Things That Make Me — Me”
My sister says I’m quirky — that I’ve got these odd little habits.I call them my “isms.” They’re the little extras that make me — me. And this is me embracing my quirks — doing what makes me comfortable. No apology tour required. From across the room, my oldest sister likes to just sit and watch me. Waiting for one of my isms to pop out. It’s like she’s studying wildlife. She finds me fascinating in a weird, comical kind of way. What can I say — I am who I am, and I own it. For example The Worm Situation Worms have been a problem for me my whole…
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Life Keeps Lifing, and So Do We
Some days are heavier than others. You wake up already tired. The weather shifts. The workday stretches longer than you want it to. On days like these, calm living doesn’t come naturally — it becomes a choice. Grief shows up quietly.Responsibility sits close.And still — life keeps lifing.And so do we. Life doesn’t pause for us to catch our breath. It keeps moving, whether we’re ready or not. Being human means carrying hard things and hopeful things at the same time, even when we’d rather set something down. Lately, I’ve been thinking a lot about calm living — not as a perfect lifestyle, but as a choice we can come…
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Holding On To The Laughter
Yesterday, I was frustrated with someone—really frustrated. Today, I learned they had passed away. Hearing about their passing, floored me. My heart ached for the family, their friends and myself. Somewhere between the hurt, I realized how much being human is about holding on to the laughter, even when the days don’t unfold the way we expect. That same person tested my patience, but they also made me laugh more than anyone else. They always wanted to know they stood on my good side. That mattered to them. Reading a room wasn’t their strength—not because they didn’t care, but because they focused only on smiles and appreciation. They saw sunshine…
