Is your Jar full?

I received this email one morning at a time where I desperately needed to read something exactly like this. I hope it finds you well if you need it and gives you inspiration and motivation to carry on through days that can be tough or situations that might be challenging, and most of all to make you grateful for all you have.

Is Your Jar Full?

When things in your life seem almost to much to handle, when 24 hours in a
day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar……and the beer.
A Professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front
of him.  When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and
empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.  He then
asked the students if the jar was full.  They agreed that it was.

So the Professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the
jar.  He shook the jar lightly.  The pebbles rolled into the open areas
between the golf balls.  He then asked the students again if the jar was
full.  They agreed it was.

The Professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar.  Of
course, the sand filled up everything else.  He asked once more if the jar
was full.  The students responded with an unanimous “Yes.”

The Professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and
poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty
space between the sand.  The students laughed.

“Now,” said the Professor, as the laughter subsided, “I want you to
recognize that this jar represents your life.

The golf balls are the important things – your family, your children, your
health, your friends, your favorite passions – things that if everything
else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full.

The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house,
your car.  The sand is everything else – the small stuff.”

“If you put the sand into the jar first”, he continued, “there is no room
for the pebbles or the golf balls.  The same goes for life. If you spend all
your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the
things that are important to you.  Pay attention to the things that are
critical to your happiness.  Play with your children.  Take time to get
medical checkups.  Take your partner out to dinner.  Play another 18.  There
will always be time to clean the house, and fix the disposal.  Take care of
the golf balls first, the things that really matter.  Set your priorities.
The rest is just sand.”

When he had finished, there was a profound silence.  Then one of the
students raised her hand and with a puzzled expression, inquired what the
beer represented.

The Professor smiled. “I’m glad you asked.  It just goes to show you that no
matter how full your life may seem, there’s always room for a couple of




Believe …

If you don’t believe in the possibility of magic, you’ll never find it…

Cautiously tip toeing around the edge, on the precipice of a new beginning
Then forgoing all inhibitions, falling freely into love

Feeling surrounded with the tentacles of emotion, love, trust, friendship
Strong arms leading me through

Slowly we write the lyrics to our love song, humming the melody of our story
Fingers entwined, invisible bonds stretching out interweaving our souls.

Standing strong for me when my legs give way, showing me that you will fight for all that is us
Your name engraved into the fibers of my heart

Making me believe…. And so I found magic…our magic


Hey sister

Hey Sister

Oh how we laugh at the silly ways
Of silly people and silly days

Bad language and grammar we tisk about
We are in no need of those and can go without

Swopping stories from ages ago
We finally understand and now we know

No need to pretend we can just have fun
Happy family days in the sun

We shop and have our funny talks
And care not for those who comment on our funny walks

We go for a beer or drink a glass of wine
And stop after one and that’s just fine

We don’t have to be cool and go to a club
We stay home and laugh and fashion some grub

Our kids play outside and laugh as they go
We see them happy and that’s all we need to know

We’ll grow old together and go shop for better bra’s
Our husbands will rub our old feet at the spa’s

But until the day we are old and grey
I have just one little thing to say

We’ll laugh and giggle and love until we are blue!
Nothing else matters, that’s truer than true!


Be my ….uuugh

February marks a month filled with little harts and chocolate and ugly stuffed bears, pink fluffy stuff and more. This would be the first Valentines day I will spend officially unattached to anyone in 15 years. It makes no difference really, I don’t cherish any memories of any particular Valentines day that was filled with exciting memories or surprises.

The firm favorites will once again make their appearance, chocolates and flowers…the perfect gift for your hormonal high school sweetheart! Not so much for those of us well past our 1st or second high school reunion date.

Just a little note to the men, whatever you are envisioning as your idea of romantic, it won’t come close to hers… If your idea however might get you a slap from your mates as being ridiculously cheesy… Then you might just have a winner. Don’t do the last minute gift thing…just don’t. Female radar is like a superpower, we’ll know…undoubtedly that you forgot, and thought yourself genius when you quickly popped into the shop for a last minute gift.

I suppose for those romantics at heart that still believe in the constitution of showing affection and doting on their special loved ones, you can easily overt a complete disaster if you focus on a few little things…

Women love sappy… Not always, but on Valentines it could never be too cheesy, or over the top. Try too hard….seriously… Try too hard, it will definitely give you some brownie points. Men should realize that they are expected to possess sudden creative abilities to express their deepest emotions. Yes, dig deep, my friend.

If all else fails you can still hope that if love is all you can give, then that should be enough.

Fray Stop ??!!

Aaaggh yes, I’ve come to realize I ponder over things way too frequently. I analyze, assess, re analyze, ponder some more…It’s utterly exhausting! In the very many moments where I find myself unable to sleep, it always consumes my sleepless moments, leaving remnants of frustration, sadness, anger and above all exhaustion.

I’m undoubtedly fraying… Slowly but surely at the seems till nothing will be left but the frays. I’m not really functional, if I had been a power tool or appliance I would have been returned or taken in for repair ages ago. Sadly I think my warranty has expired, so I’m left functioning at a much less desirable level.

My rational mind knows that I should just take a moment to breathe, stop analyzing, stop wanting things more ordered and organized, but it’s challenging. Relinquishing control to my more rational self is proving much harder than I expected.

Note to self: just breathe…