ENJOYING THE PASSAGE OF TIME

Today is my birthday. I am 34 years old. Yea me! I don't feel 34 and yet I do. There is a part of me that is a 7 year old tomboy girl running bare foot all over the neighborhood in her Annie underwear & t-shirt on a blue bicycle with a banana seat and there is a part of me that is a woman who has had a journey of a life that is compared to a roller coaster and who has made many mistakes and learned from everyone of them even if I had to make some mistakes twice.
This year I have decided to celebrate my birthday a little different. A day of doing what I want. A day of relaxing. A day of pampering. A day of reading. a day of exploring. A day of reconnecting with that 7 year old & that woman all at once.
I have been on a journey of change lately of which I will share someday, but for right now am keeping it close to myself. I've realized my entire life has been a journey & will continue to be. There are just some times in your life when you open your eyes & realize you are in the middle of a journey and in the middle of a change. I haven't always embraced the changes, sometimes my stubborness as tried to fight it tooth & nail, but these changes I am embracing & am looking forward to seeing where they will take me next, and I'm sure there will be moments along the way when I want to fight the changing and look back, but I will try my hardest to keep focused.
I have always been spiritual, but over recent months I have become more aware, and things have happened & light switches have been flipped on and other light switches have been flipped off and yet other light switches have been flipped sideways. The difference in me is not fighting it. Changing what I can and adapting to what I can't change. Embracing my anger and sadness and grief and happiness and joy and laughter all with the same awareness. I know I will come out stronger & more healed & more grateful this way.
Mostly I'm am grateful for this wonderful & ever changing life I have been given. I've been blessed with some of the most wonderful things & wonderful people in my life. And I am truly grateful & truly blessed.
So happy birthday to me & my birthday wish is that I may learn to enjoy the passage of time.

STYLE-SPIRATION

I more of a see outfits & find a way to recreate them on the cheap. that is what style-spiration is all about.

HOME-SPIRATION

(Photos found at The Selby, Apartment Therapy,and others)

BLOG NEGLECT

I'm the Karate Kid blogger. Wax on. Wax off. My blogging is one week on & one week off.

Try to get some postings up this weekend.

HAPPY FRIDAY!

IT'S THE PHOEBE

Remember that episode of Friends where Phoebe runs like a maniac. This video makes her look like a ballerina swan.

Collection of People Running Like Idiots

BROKEN OPEN

Posted What I'm Reading Now earlier.

Here is a little snippet from the book:

"We are all half-baked experiments-mistake-prone beings, born without an instruction book in a complex world. None of us are models of perfect behavior: we've been known to be egotistical, unreliable, lethargic, and stingy; and each one of us has, at times, awakened in the middle of the night worrying about everything from money, kids, or terrorism to wrinkled skin and receding hairlines. In other words, we're all bozos on the bus.
This, in my opinion, is cause for celebration. If we're all bozos, then for God's sake, we can put down the burden of pretense and get on with being bozos."

So far I am digging this book.

IN THE SPIRIT OF HALLOWEEN

A haunted lighthouse.

The spirit of a mourning mother haunts Heceta Head, a 115-year-old lightstation on the windswept Oregon Coast. Some say the ghost, called The Gray Lady, searches for her infant daughter, who tumbled from the 200-foot cliffs to her death.
A visitor can get creeped out just by the setting -- an isolated stretch of shore where sudden fog can blot out the sun. Mariners braving the pounding surf depend on the lighthouse to avoid smashing into the rocks below. The beacon, the strongest on the Oregon Coast, is visible 21 miles away at sea.
The Gray Lady, usually seen wearing a floor-length gray skirt, lurks in the attic of the lightkeeper's home, which is on the National Register of Historic Places and now operates as a bed-and-breakfast.
One worker saw the silver-haired ghost floating over the floorboards as he repaired a broken attic window. He fled, but the next day the shattered glass in the sealed room had been swept into a neat pile.
Others report a mischievous side to the spirit. Lights flick on unexpectedly, doors suddenly lock, and objects placed in one room later appear in another. Coastal Living: Top 10 haunted lighthouses.
Photographer Steve Terrill of Portland recalls standing outside at dusk and seeing a translucent figure looking down on him from the attic.
"It moved and then it disappeared," he says. "We knew absolutely nobody was in there. I thought, 'Man this is weird. This must be my imagination.'" Steve and a friend were the only ones staying in the building.
The next morning his friend called out in alarm. During the night, the inn's guestbook mysteriously appeared in his room. It was open to a page describing a previous lodger's encounter with the spirit.
"I don't know where that book came from," Steve says. "I'm getting goosebumps now just thinking about it."
Check out Heceta Head Lighthouse website HERE.