|playa del carmen, mexico|
when the winds of fate blow tough weeks your way, what do you dream about?
escaping to the seashore?
the sound of your running shoes pounding the pavement?
a trip to the northwest hills of italy's wine county?
time spent around a kitchen table with good friends?
a warm beverage by candlelight?
long, slow walks through the park?
we all have tough weeks.
where we turn in the midst of these tough times ultimately tells the tale of our strengths and weaknesses.
i love to go to the drawing board of life,
paintbrush in hand,
my favorite pens & a moleskine.
(maybe a sun-hat atop my curly locks if the weather is nice.)
i love to sit with my dreams-my goals-my golden vision.
i'm really good at that part of the equation.
it's the returning-to-reality and making it happen part that trips me up from time to time.
(the rubber hits the road part)
remember how i was so inspired about a month ago and i had a strong vision and plans and a moment of true clarity (i do! thank goodness!)...well as i crashed into bed on Friday evening, i realized i hadn't spent time journaling-restoring and reflecting-for literally, one month. wow. and i created that month. and it's not that i don't have 72 favorite pens & a journal on my nightstand, it's that i am not as disciplined as i would like to be. and sometimes my follow-through can be lackluster (at best).
how does follow-through on this part of the equation when it's a known weakness?
all your disciplinarians out there, don't leave me hanging. i need your advice.
until then: it's finals week(s).
it's party time in my world on April 26th around 7 p.m.