A Walk In the Woods- Snowfall Means Snowshoes

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We had a significant amount of snow fall in my area over the past two days. I made a last minute decision to go out to the park for a short hike before work.  I grabbed the bag that contained my snow shoes, loaded Lu in the car and off we went.

It was the first time this year that I was able to hike with my snowshoes. They definitely came in handy as the snow was just about to my knees. Snowshoes really do make a difference when you’re making your way through deep and heavy snow.

I was the first person to trek through the freshly fallen snow in the park. It was still snowing lightly when I arrived, but then the sun came out and the sky was the most beautiful shade of blue that I have seen in awhile.

I almost couldn’t stop staring at it.

Blue skies.. Nothing but blue skies..

Blue skies.. Nothing but blue skies..

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It was so beautiful!

 

I didn’t get to hike for very long before I had to get in the car and head back home. I had to work and the decision to go out to the park was last minute. Even though I didn’t have a lot of time, I still enjoyed it.

As usual. I had the entire place to myself. Lu and I had a really good time.  I took some photographs. I hope you’ll check out the gallery below.  It was a gorgeous morning. The sky was amazing.

 

 

You See, What Happened Was

Cheers. It's tea time.

Cheers. It’s tea time.

I swear I didn’t fall off the face of the earth..

You see, what happened was..

I used to want to write a book and fill it with all of the stories that  I have ever heard through out my career that started out with “You see, what happened was”. They were generally far fetched tales that didn’t make sense because more than likely, they were made up on the spot.

I will never forget the times I spent working a court detail and listening to story after story about how something so wild and unbelievable could happen to the story teller that led them to land in front of the magistrate.

I used to write reminders in my notebook that only I could understand, so that I could remember the gems that I heard in court that day. I would laugh until I had tears streaming down my face sometimes at some of the things that people would come up with.

It was their story and with God as their witness, they were stickin’ to it.

Someone would begin with “You see, what happened was,” and my brain would automatically think “Oh this ought to be good”. It usually was. It was usually hilarious.  I certainly don’t find pleasure in another persons misfortune, but seriously. I am 39 years old this year and I have yet to wear my cousins jeans that happen to have baggies of *insert illegal substance and/or item here* in the pockets.

I’ve also never gone shopping and had merchandise fall into my purse.

Anyway. I am still alive. The past week has been a hodge podge of exhaustion, being busy, lazy and other lame excuses. I actually have had a pretty good week. I have no complaints. I’ve been working a little bit of overtime, but not like I was. I am starting to feel better.

My only valid excuse I can use for not blogging,  is that I am pretty sure that I dropped my internet air card into a box of items that I donated to Goodwill. It has simply vanished into thin air. I tore apart  my bedroom. The last place I saw it was attached to my laptop on my bed. I moved my bed and took the sheets and mattress pad off and shook them out.

Nothing. Gone.

Have you seen me?

Have you seen me?

Yes, I still use an air card for internet. I’ve had the same one since 2008 too. I have no use for Wifi at my house. I probably use the internet at my home maybe for an hour total, in a month. It’s more handy to use my smart phone to check e-mail and keep up with life. If I need to update other devices, I just take them to work or Starbucks etc.

I generally don’t like to blog from my phone though. I never seem to get it right and then when I look at the post on a regular PC, everything is off or my photo’s aren’t right.  I’ve also been training people at work so it limits the time that I can spend on the computer.

I’ve got a new device on order so I should have the internet at home sometime soon. I’m also not scheduled to train for awhile either. Oh the free time I have at work to do my personal business. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

In closing. I am fine. I’ve been feeling a lot better. I’ve just been busy living my life a bit. I’ve got some pictures to prove it that I will share in some upcoming posts.

I hope that everyone is well and that you’ve had a great week!

 

A Walk On the Lake- Lake Michigan In the Winter

One of my favorite songs is performed by Toad the Wet Sprocket. It’s called “Walk On the Ocean”.  It’s an oldie but goodie and I’m sure that you probably know it. If you don’t, click on the link and enjoy.

The lyric that resonates with me the most is:

“Now back at the homestead, where the air makes you choke. People don’t know you and trust is a joke,”

Ah life. Ain’t it grand? Sometimes it’s more grand than other times. Quite often it’s of the sarcastic sort. Between the usual stressors of life and the added stressors of life, I am at a tipping point. I’m not so sure it’s a bad thing anymore though.

Trials are part of life. If you’re unhappy you need a change. If you want change you have to make it. Good bad or indifferent, you’re the only one who can do anything about your situation.

My problem is letting go of attachments and fear. I want to make sure that I am doing the right thing.  It never fails that when I am at my breaking point ( again) that the universe catches wind of it and then whispers into the ears of people and situations around me and it makes a positive change. Usually though, it’s only temporary.  That’s the sad part that I have come to realize.

Holding out hope for anything is just another form of bondage.

Or is that the universe ( or God ) telling me to just be patient and hold on? That’s one way to look at it.  Either way, it’s a beautiful day and I decided not to be a headcase and go for a walk at the Indiana Dunes National Lakeshore at West Beach.

The West Beach location is small. In the summer time it is usually crowded down on the beach, but not so much out on the hiking trails.  Admittedly, the hiking trails around the West Beach location, aren’t a whole lot to shout about.  I enjoy them nonetheless.

I think the best part of exploring the area is climbing to the top of the ominous looking staircase and taking in the views.  If you care to check out the photo gallery, the staircase is pictured in the fourth photograph. It looks challenging to some, but it’s worth the climb.

From the top of the staircase you are above the pines. You have a 360 view of the area. On a clear day you can see the city of Chicago. You can also see this in the gallery on photograph number eight.

I was alone in the park. The final patrons were returning to their vehicles when I arrived. I was lone. This is the way that I prefer it most of the time. I have been hungering for time to myself. This is the best way to get it. I passed by an older gentleman who was walking an Afghan Hound on a leash. I’m sure he thought there was something wrong with me by the way that I was staring. I’d never seen an Afghan Hound in person.

I didn’t have any of my dogs with me.

I started out my hike by walking along the path to the stairs. I made it to the stop and paused for awhile, taking in the views.  The sun was out, the day was clear and you could see Chicago in the distance. It’s approximately 40 miles from where I was standing to the city limits.

I made my way down the back side of the stairs into the dunes. Most of this section of the park is fenced off to keep people from disturbing the dunes. Humans cause a lot of damage in addition to the natural changes that are also occurring. We needs fences and signs to remind us to leave things alone.

I enjoy this section of the stairs going down because you’re above the pines and also at tree level. There is just something about the pines that I like. More than just the smell. They make me happy. They make me feel peaceful.

I eventually landed on the beach.  Lake Michigan is beautiful no matter what season it is. In my opinion though, the best sunsets come in the fall.  In the wintertime, the lake will eventually freeze over in some spots.

If you look at the photographs you will see what are known as “ice shelves”. This is basically the frozen edge around the water.  The waves crash against the store and bit by bit it freezes. If you look at the photographs you will see where the shelf has formed ( in this spot ) approximately 20-30 feet onto the lake.

I went against the warnings and walked out onto the shelf until I was about 6 feet from the edge. I took great care to make sure I didn’t slip and fall and also listened to paid attention to any movement or change that would indicate it wasn’t going to hold my weight. I wasn’t over concerned. It’s been pretty cold lately.

I stood on the edge for quite awhile. Just looking. Thinking. I also managed to take some photographs and make a couple of videos. It held the peace I was looking for and it made me forget what was on my mind when I left my vehicle in the lot.

After I made my way off the ice, I sat down on a small log that was  frozen in place on the edge of the grass and the sand. I sat there for quite awhile just to watch the waves crash into the shelves, and to listen.

On a humorous note, when it was time for me to leave, I walked towards the bath house, which is where I usually exit to go out to the road that leads to the parking lot.  I didn’t realize until I had gone up the steps to the building that the giant garage doors were down and the bars were up. I couldn’t pass through to leave.

Instead of going all the back from the way I came, I decided to take the only other option available.I walked around the stone pillar and went underneath the bath house. Much like structures built along the ocean, the bath house sits up on concrete pillars to protect it from real high tides and or flooding.

That was an adventure.

It was a good day.

It was a good weekend.

I hope that you’ll check out my gallery that’s included in this post in addition to the short video below.  This video is the first one that I have uploaded to YouTube in almost 7 years! It’s only 17 seconds long. Long enough for you to get the gist of what Lake Michigan is like at this time of year on a calm day.

Photo gallery..

 

Enjoy the Silence

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Solitude in the pines.

I went for a walk in my usual place. I have a lot of thinking to do, this is the best place to do it. I have a lot on my mind. Big stuff. Life stuff. Future stuff. Stuff stuff. I needed to get out and breathe and enjoy some solitude.

I arrived to find the parking lot by the trail head empty. My favorite way to find it.  There had been a recent snow fall.  There was evidence of a plow truck coming through and the county parks department that came earlier to unlock the front gate.

The sun was making an appearance. It was 18 degrees, but it didn’t feel that cold.  There was enough snow on the ground that I almost could have justified wearing my snow shoes. I didn’t bring them though. I’m starting to wonder, as January comes to a close, if we will have enough snow this year to  be able to get them out.

I know, be careful what you wish for.  The eastern United States is dealing with a snow storm that around here we just call “winter”. I’m certainly not downplaying the situation out east, we are just used to it here. I live near Lake Michigan and we experience the phenomenon of “lake effect snow“, where we will get a lot of snow dumped on us.

The systems can be pretty crazy. Sometimes you can actually see it ahead of you. You can actually see the outline of the snow on the wind as it’s blowing. Often, you can be stuck in the middle of a white out ( where you can see nothing) while two miles away, the sun is out and they don’t even know it’s snowing down the road.

Sadly, we don’t experience any sort of phenomenon of “lake effect sun”. That’s does not appear to exist. We actually experience more overcast days because of the lake. I love that lake though, don’t let me fool you. I am a huge fan of it and the sand dunes.

On my way to the park I passed a local in his little pick up truck. I know him because I met him on Instagram. He and I are the only people who regularly tag our locations for our photography. I don’t know his real name, but I can point him out in a line up.  He loves the park as much as I do and he runs the trails.  He was there. I recognized his footprints.

I ventured out. Since we were alone, I allowed Lu off the leash. It really doesn’t matter either way, she’s always behind me. It’s a cattle dog thing. Every now and then I instruct her to “go on” and she’ll run a hundred or so yards ahead of me, stop and turn around and run back. It’s always good to let them go and be a dog. Sniff around, dig in the snow a little, run, stalk a chipmunk.

We were spotted by two White Tail Deer who took off through the woods.  Lu and I watched from a distance as they jumped over the downed trees and brush. Then they stopped to watch us to determine if the intruders were any kind of threat to them.

We made our way through the trails. I am fairly predictable here. We completed our loop, stopping on the pier at Lancaster Lake. It has finally frozen over. There was evidence of critters that had been taking short cuts across the frozen water.

Breathe in, breathe out. Repeat. It was simply the perfect morning.

I forgot to think about much else.

I think that’s the point in this…

Around the House- Appreciation For the Little Things

In mid to late summer of 2015 I was diagnosed with Lyme Disease. Just like everyone else in my family, I am stubborn. I put off the symptoms until I couldn’t take it anymore and wound up in the hospital.  While I was still able to enjoy some of my summer ( mostly prior to being sick ) I spent a lot of time in bed or doing very little activity.

The worst thing that you could do to someone like me is to limit my activity. I nearly lost my mind not being able to hike or kayak, or go horseback riding or anything really at all. It was a chore just to make it up a flight of stairs.

Being sick like this has obviously caused me to appreciate my health a bit more and I think that I have come to appreciate the little things around me a bit more.  I’ve taken more interest in my home and in things I haven’t in a long time. For example, I used to really enjoy cooking, but I fell away from it for various reasons. None of which are any good.

Simple pleasures are more enjoyable than they ever have been. Little things like hearing my son laugh, watching him play with the dogs. Listening to one of my dogs breathe as they fall asleep at my feet. The wind. The sound of rain. There really is just something about buying little oranges that are sold in crates.

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There’s just something about tiny oranges that are sold in crates!

I swear they taste better.

While I had been sick, I was stuck in bed because I was too sick and exhausted to do much else. I had a lot of time to think. I analyzed my life a lot. I went over and over in my head everything that I have been through that led up to my time on Earth today.

I asked myself a lot of hard questions about my life. What was I doing with it? Was I doing enough? Am I spending time with the right people? Am I doing the right things? Am I happy?

I didn’t like a lot of my answers. I started to realize and accept the fact that things really needed to change.   I think that being ill has really forced me to change my attitude. I’ve become very bold in my decisions and the answers that I give. Since I have been feeling better, I haven’t given much thought to anything other than improving my life and my family.

I’ve been through some serious life changes with a divorce and being a single mom to a child with special needs. It’s true that I have adjusted and survived, but I don’t know that I have actually enjoyed the last seven years of my life all that much.

This leads to me to grasp onto the conclusion that since this is the only life I get, then I should be living it the way that I want to live it. I answer way too much to the opinions of other people and I even allow myself to almost be harassed by people who think I should be doing this or that differently.

I mentioned in my introductory post on New Year’s Day, that I needed to really work on being more present and allowing myself to take one day at a time.  This is something I really have to focus on. It’s hard not to live in next month when you’re overwhelmed.  This girl really has this stuff down to a science. I think it’s all part of being in survivor mode for so long.

Worrying all of the time is useless and life is way too short to be anything other than happy.  I think that attitude makes or breaks you. I am really focused on this.

I know that mentally I have a greater appreciation for everything in my life and around me, now I need to act on it more boldly and with purpose. Clearly it’s one thing to say it and another to live it.

What do you think? Have you been through anything that has almost forced you to change your perspective on life and how you think? How did you get through it?

I bet you got through it by taking it all one day at a time!!

 

 

A Walk In the Woods: Cheaper Than Therapy

Worster Lake, Indiana

Worster Lake, Indiana

I managed to get outside to hike on two occasions this week. I escaped to Spicer Lake Nature Preserve for a couple of hours and then met my friend, Diana,  at Potato Creek State Park.  Potato Creek tends to be a lot busier than Spicer, but not too much in the wintertime.

I loaded all three of my dogs into the car and headed out.  It was a special day for Dingo Lu. Three years prior, she was adopted through the Australian Cattle Dog Rescue of Illinois. Not only was it the anniversary date of her adoption, but we decided that since we didn’t know her actual birth date, that it was also her birthday.

Happy 5th Birthday, Dingo Lu!!

It only made sense that we would go on a hike with all of my girls and my friend Di’s two other dogs.  She has two German Shepherds. One of which, was recently adopted also. All of our dogs get along, thankfully and are very well behaved. Hiking with five dogs wasn’t as stressful as it might seem.

We generally meet near the Nature Center and head out into the park from a nearby trail head. The trails connect to other trails and you can decide how far you want to hike. On Wednesday, we chose to hike just under 5 miles. We traveled along the shore line of Worster Lake and made our way past the Porter Rea Cemetery on the other side of the lake.

The Porter Rea Cemetery is a neat place to visit.  There is just something about old graves. Seeing a birth year from the 1700’s  on a headstone is amazing to me. It opens up my imagination and makes me wonder who these people were. Porter Rea was a community cemetery (as opposed to belonging to a church) that dates back to 1845.

It is the first local cemetery where African American residents were laid to rest with their white neighbors. Sadly, the first resident to be buried here was 9 year old, Emma Porter.  I’ve never been able to locate any information as to why Emma passed away. All I can say is that her final resting place is simply beautiful. Rest in peace, little Emma.

The highlight of the trip would be when we passed by the old Spring House. I forgot about its existence and probably haven’t laid eyes on it since I visited the park during a field trip in grade school. That was a long time ago. It was kind of neat to rediscover that.

Potato Creek is built on and around an old homestead. There is evidence of the old farm through out the park. Every now and then you will come across old rock walls and remnants of farming equipment and buildings.  The old Spring House is still standing and has been fairly well preserved.

Worster Lake finally has a thin layer of ice covering it. Very soon, people will be out there ice fishing. It’s a fairly popular place for locals to go fishing both in the summer and winter months. They don’t allow motors on the water so it’s generally very peaceful and the water is calm.

In addition to hiking trails,  the park also offers bicycle trails, bridle trails and a horseman’s campground, family campground, cabins,  bicycle, rowboat, canoe and kayak rentals.  They also have several pavilions for large picnics.

I always enjoy going on hikes with Di. It’s always nice to catch up and talk about life and work and whatever is going on with us. We hiked about five miles before we called it a day.She has a lot of experience and it’s nice to go with someone who enjoys hiking and doesn’t mind that there’s snow on the ground and cold.

We had a really good hike.

Me Time: Getting Outside

Spicer Lake Nature Preserve

Spicer Lake Nature Preserve

I have been working a lot for the past few months. Enough to make me crazy and second guess what it is that I am doing with my life at times. My job can be very stressful and I depend on physical activity like hiking and working out to work through the stress.

I am also an introvert.

The Ur ban Dictionary provides a great definition.

Introvert:  Opposite of extrovert. A person who is energized by spending time alone. Often found in their homes, libraries, quiet parks that not many people know about, or other secluded places, introverts like to think and be alone.

I’m not shy.  I just need to be alone to recharge. They also nailed the “quiet parks that not many people know about”.  The local park that I visit in search of solitude doesn’t get very many visitors. That’s why I like it so much.

I’ve had a really buy schedule since mid October. I got to spend some time in the woods only one time since then. I also went to the gym maybe two or three times in as many months. I either didn’t have the time to go or I was simply too exhausted.

I made it out to my favorite local hiding spot, the Spicer Lake Nature Preserve.  The preserve is part of the St. Joseph County Parks and is located on the far western part of the county. It sits in the corner of two Indiana counties on the edge of Michigan state.

It was 13 degrees when I started driving to the park. It warmed up to a balmy 18 degrees by the time I arrived. It was sunny though and that helped. It wasn’t so bad. Once I acclimate to the cold weather, I generally only wear a fleece jacket with layers and a hat and gloves.

It was jut a little cold.

It was jut a little cold.

I took one of my dogs, Dingo Lu, with me.  Lu is an Australian Cattle Dog and also my primary hiking partner. She’s quite velcro and usually if I can’t find her, it’s because she’s standing behind me. Keeping me in line.

Dingo Lu has opinions

Dingo Lu has opinions

We did a short hike of only two miles.  I took it slow and tried to enjoy my time. It wasn’t long until my phone started chirping. It never fails that when I don’t want to be bothered that I get a barrage of texts that I actually have to answer. When I’m lonely, nobody calls.

It was more work than it should have been to silence my brain. The fuzzy cotton that clogs your thinking when you’re stressed out really holds on until you force it out. Deep breaths. Pausing to look around. Snapping some photo’s.  It works every time.

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How To Select and Clean A Pomegranate

Three perfect pomegranate's.

Three perfect pomegranate’s.

With the holidays coming and going, people like to not only decorate their homes for the season, but it also inspires them to try new things with the food they are preparing for family and friends. It seems that since the pomegranate began to gain popularity they have become a holiday season treat. I’ve also noticed that replicas of the pomegranate are being sold as decorations.

Inside of the shell that you see in the photo above are “arils” which are the fleshy seed that you eat. The pomegranate is the perfect  exotic garnish for any salad and not to mention the perfect snack all by itself. The arils also go great with sliced bananas, strawberries and blueberries. The arils are sweet and are crunchy. A lot of companies have tried to replicate the taste for various products that sort of taste like the cranberry. I do not think they are similar in taste.

Pomegranate’s are one of the oldest fruits on record and have been seen in writings and artifacts of many different cultures. The pomegranate is thought to be a native of Persia.  The growing seasons depends on where the tree is being grown. In the northern hemisphere it’s September-February while in the southern hemisphere it’s March-May.

Typically in the United States, where I am located, they start to show up in the grocery store around mid September. The brand that my local grocery store carries appear to be grown in California.  They retail anywhere from $2.99 each but are often on special at 2 for $5.00.  Around the holiday,s a lot of my local grocery stores and mega stores  sell them so cheaply that they practically give them away.

The only downfall to the pomegranate is that they can be a challenge to clean. I am going to give you some tips to ease you through the process.  It’s true that you can choose to purchase a container of arils that have already been cleaned off of the pomegranate, but you will pay twice the price for something you can do on your own.  You’ll get more for your money too,  if you’re using a lot of the fruit,  than you would if you were to purchase them in a container.

First, you need to select a pomegranate.  As with other things in life, size doesn’t necessarily mean anything. You want a pomegranate that is fairly heavy. This tells you that the pomegranate is full of ripe juicy arils and that’s what you want.  If you select a pomegranate based on size, without paying attention to its weight, you may be disappointed later when you cut it open to find that it doesn’t have a lot of arils on the inside. Or wasn’t quite ripe yet.

You also want to look at the skin and make sure that it is not wrinkled or rippled. This is a sign that the pomegranate has been sitting on the display for awhile. Also try to avoid ones that have cuts or bruises on the skin.   It is true that a pomegranate has a shelf life of up to three months, but since you’re standing in the grocery store making a new purchase, pass that one by if you can.  You don’t want to get home and find that your pomegranate is moldy on the inside.

Now that you have your pomegranate, you will want to prepare it to be cleaned.

I use my kitchen sink to soak the pomegranates in hot water for 30-40 minutes.  It’s as simple as filling your sink or a very large bowl full of hot water. How hot? A step above what you would hand wash your dishes in. Let them soak in the water for at least 30 minutes. You don’t have to keep the water hot just let them soak.  This will not damage the arils or make them mushy. When we are finished I am going to tell you to rinse them in cold water. That will crisp them again.

Let the pomegranates soak in hot water for 30-40 minutes.

Let the pomegranates soak in hot water for 30-40 minutes.

Next you will need a cutting board or something that you don’t mind cutting food on.

I suggest that you use a knife that is longer than your pomegranate. They aren’t terribly difficult to cut through, but a paring knife will be awkward.

Two warnings.

First, this is going to be a little messy. You may want to have a darker colored dish cloth or paper towel near by just in case.  The juice will stain your cutting board but cleaning with bleach will eliminate the stain.  You’ll want to look at the wall in front of you when you are done because you probably squirted juice on the wall.

Secondly, the rind or skin, may discolor your cuticles and finger nails.  When I clean my pomegranates I usually wear gloves. You’ll want to wear something that allows you to be able to move your fingers in a picking motion.  It hasn’t always happened but it only took one time for me to start using gloves. My fingers were stained yellow and it was not pretty.

Next, you’ll want to place your pomegranate so that it is upright, as it’s pictured below. You are going to cut it in half and then into four pieces. I start cutting in the middle of the top in an effort to make my pieces the same size.

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Cut the pomegranate in half, starting at the top.

Cut each half of the pomegranate in half again so you have four pieces.

Cut the pomegranate in half and then cut each piece until you have four pieces.

Cut the pomegranate in half and then cut each piece until you have four pieces.

Next, have a bowl or colander ready to catch your arils.  Hold one of the pieces in your hand. Take the thumb on each hand to fold the pieces backwards at the top and bottom, with your fingers supporting the middle.  The seeds will separate easily from the rind and fall in to the bowl. You simply keep picking at the arils until they are all gone from your piece.

Peel the rind back to expose the seeds.

Peel the rind back to expose the seeds.

It’s as simple as that.

Up close and personal with arils-

Up close and personal with arils-

When you are finished cleaning the arils from the pieces rinse them with cold water. Then simply let the water drain from the colander. When they are dry then place them into an airtight container and place them into the refrigerator until you are ready to eat them.

I can clean three pomegranates in about twenty minutes and make a minimal mess. It’s seriously an art.

What do you think? Is this something that you are willing try? Have you cleaned your own pomegranate? How did it go?

Happy New Year!

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We are officially two days into the New Year! I hope they are treating you well!   I rang in the new year with my loved ones. We didn’t do anything exciting. I worked a long shift, so I was tired anyway. I was relieved when the plan to go out became the plan to stay home and watch a movie.

We watched “The Hand That Rocks the Cradle”.

I have been thinking about things that I wanted to change about myself in the next year. I’m sure that we can all agree that there’s room for improvement for all of us.   We all can agree on a lot of the usual cliche resolutions.

  1. Lose wight
  2. Spend more time with family

In the past I joked about having resolutions that I could actually keep. I would make declarations about how I would:

  1. stop clubbing baby seals
  2. stop eating poisonous plants.

Fairly easy right?

I’ve been choosing these for that for the past ten years and I am happy to report that I have not clubbed a single baby seal, nor have I eaten any poisonous plants.

In all seriousness, after everything that I have been through in 2015, I think that I walked away from it with a greater sense of appreciation for my friends and family and most definitely my health.

If there is ONE thing that I need to focus on to improve myself it would be to learn how to

  1. live more in the moment
  2. enjoy my time now.

I am guilty ( a lot of us are ) of getting wrapped up too much in tomorrow to the point that we don’t enjoy our time today.

It sounds simple but it really isn’t.

My goal now is to do just take every day as they come. Next week is next week. Deal with today. Relax and take it as it comes. I’ve learned that’s all you can do.

I am a “fretter” by nature and I think that’s the biggest thing that I need to work on.  So here goes!

What about you? Do you create a “new year, new me” list?

Do you keep your resolutions?

 

 

Hello!! Welcome To My Blog

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Hello! My name is Jenn, I am a 30-something from the mid-western United States. I am a Public Servant, mom to a small human, dog mom to a Rottweiler and two Australian Cattle Dogs.

I enjoy camping, hiking and pretty much anything that involves the outdoors. I also enjoy attempting various “do it yourself” projects, photography, writing, cooking and living my life.

This is my third, and hopefully final attempt to start a blog. Over the years I have struggled to decide on a particular niche.  I don’t think that I really need one.  I’ve also overcome a lot in the past few years and have come out from under my rock to live again.

I decided to start this blog to chronicle my adventures in home improvement and my journey through life in addition to may to day musings.

I hope that you’ll follow along!