Sunday, July 8, 2018

Inspirations Comes From Anywhere

I know it has been quite awhile since the last time I posted.  I don't even know if anyone is still receiving my posts anymore.  That being said, I want to share some morning inspiration with you. 

A few weeks ago my children ran to the store to buy paper towels.  I don't know if the ones they picked up were chosen on purpose or just by accident.  I don't know why, but saying on the towels hit me this morning.  I have been using them for weeks and now just noticed they sayings they had printed on them.  It reminded me of that show Criminal Minds, or should I say the greetings Derrick says to Penelope.  One of the sayings on the towels said, "Good Morning Beautiful" the other said, "Wake Up and be Amazing". 

What a way to start the morning.  I have been looking for some inspiration for awhile now.  Who knew I would find in on my paper towels.  So thank you to the makers of Sparkle paper towels.  You have made my day.

Go out and make someones day today.

Until next time

Friday, May 18, 2018

Never Enough Time

Most authors that I know have regular lives, and their writing is part of that life. They have publishers and dead lines, manuscript set backs, editing, re-writes. The list goes on and on. My particular set back is time. My life does not leave a lot of time for writing. Its frustrating and mostly annoying. My current project is no exception. My deadlines are self imposed and I hope not to unrealistic. Currently working on finishing by the beginning of June but that could change.
The plot lines for this project are more complex and difficult to pin down than my other three books.
Please bare with me as I work through this process.
I will leave you with this tag line: Can you find a once in a life time love, twice in a life time?
Hoping to have more for you soon.
Until next time

Saturday, March 31, 2018

Be Your Best Self

When were you, your best self?  Was it sometime in the past, is it in the present, or do you look forward being better everyday hereafter?   I love this time of year, it reminds me of being a kid.  

When I was a kid I lived in a rural area where they burned the ditches to clean them out so irrigation water could flow freely.  Now when I walk out and smell the same aroma it takes me right back to when I was seven years old.  I look back now and I remember thinking life was pretty great.  I was a quiet kid, even though people who know me now can hardly believe it.  I tried hard everyday to be good and listen to my parents.  You know maybe that was when I was my best self.  

Growing up, I felt the emotional bumps and bruises most people did.  I hated jr. high school, and high school wasn't that much better. I know for sure that wasn't when I was my best self.  I didn't have many friends, I didn't have great grades, my family wasn't really close.  I felt alone, a lot.  Things could have been much better.  

After high school is when I had my first boyfriend, if that's what you could call him.  He was a controlling young man who never felt I was good enough for him.  So no, I really don't think that was my best time.  

I never went to college which I have always regretted.  But  I did use that time to improve myself and hopefully become a better person.  After getting married and raising a family I look back and wonder are my best years behind me?  I always want to be my best self.  I think the trick is to learn from the past and make a bright future.  

Until next time

Saturday, February 17, 2018

Surround Yourself with Greatness

I read this post earlier this week.  It reminded me of how empowering wonderful, and insightful women can be.  I count this woman as a friend of mine, she teaches at the school where I am a librarian.  I love to have friends who inspire me to want to be a better person.  I hope you enjoy this post as much as I did.


 Today I arrived late to church. I might, under normal circumstances, be annoyed at myself for “committing” such a self-proclaimed embarrassing action. Today I couldn’t care less. It’s the first time I’ve been to my relief society meeting in a long time. I was really proud of myself for making it there at all. Late is nothing compared to the alternative, of recent.
Our lesson was on humility. I listened as different women raised their hands to discuss what humility means to them. One woman raised her hand and started with, “Hi, I’m sorry, . . .” After that intro I struggled to hear what else she said. I don’t appreciate the need so many women feel to apologize for themselves. For their actions? Their words? For taking up space? What, exactly, are we (I include myself here) apologizing for?!
I apologized on Friday night. I apologized to my partner for wanting to dance with him. Let’s just let that sink in for a second. What need have I of apologizing for that? None. But I did.
So now, humility. This is an important topic for Mormons. I’ll tell you what I think it’s not. Humility is not playing small. It’s not feeling like what you have to say is unimportant. It’s not believing that your words make no difference. Humility is not apologizing, although in some circumstances it can merit that. In contrast, I think humility is something powerful.
Look at Christ’s humble life. He knew his divinity and declared it. He taught with boldness. He loved with passion, he healed, he made outlandish promises that only He could keep. He walked on water. He allowed others to love him adoringly, intensely, and imperfectly. (Clarification: He perfectly allowed others to imperfectly love Him.)
What if humility comes from knowing who you really are, from recognizing your own divine value and eternal worth and acting on that? What if humility manifests your talents, instead of hiding them? What if it drives you toward greater accomplishments, and brings you accolades? I guess what I’m getting at is that humility might be knowing just exactly how great, how powerful, and how influential you are. Maybe humility means not quieting down, but speaking up. Maybe humility embodies boldness. Christ was humble. So too, was He bold.
Maybe I’m wrong. Our station in life, which is in constant flux, acts as the filter for everything we experience. I do know this, for too long I’ve believed too many lies. The lies have told me to apologize and to play small. Today’s lesson seems to have placed me in a position to experience humility in the way Christ intended for it to be. In bold humility I’ll drink life’s experiences without apology and without shame.
Let's get personal again. I'm not sorry I wanted to dance. I'm not sorry I walked into church late. I make no apology for being me.
Ha, now that we've been through all that, maybe what I am experiencing IS actually pride. Either way, still. I make no apology for being me.
What do you think is humility?
--Bethany McGarry

Until next time

Saturday, February 10, 2018

The Best of the Best

I am a sports nut.  I love watching most sports, last week the Superbowl, for the next two weeks it will be the Olympics.  Like most people I want my favorite team to win. In the case of the Olympics I want the US to do well. But what I love the most are the back stories.  What happens away from the spotlight.

How do we feel about ourselves, how do we treat others.  When you live in the spotlight your actions can be scrutinized to an extent that everyone thinks they can chime in on what they feel is acceptable. In reality just like people out of the spotlight, they are just doing the best they can.  When we start to compare ourselves to others, for the most part, we are harder on ourselves than on others.  We feel like we can always do better.  This feeling goes for our public as well as our private selves. 

It's funny, when it comes to sports, for some reason we expect perfection just as much in the spotlight as well as away for it.  We forget these athletes are just like us, they have good days and bad days.  And just like us, they hope the good days out weight the bad.  And we, like they, hope the good days happen when we need it the most. 

What makes people the best of the best?  I think when we keep trying to do our best everyday, and when we fall we keep getting back up and trying again. 


Until next time

Sunday, February 4, 2018

Annoyed

Have you ever met that one person who can annoy everyone they meet?  Better question, have you ever been that person?  Sometimes I wonder about myself.  I know there are many things I do that can be considered annoying.  For some reason I pride myself on being able to recognize an actor in a movie or television show and tell you what else I've seen them in.  Then I act all smug if you disagree with me and then I have to double check IMDB and make sure I'm right.   How annoying is that? 

There is probably a good reason I spend time alone.  I love my alone time.  I love riding my bike, I love writing my book.  But I also love going to the movies alone, going to lunch alone.  I even love working at the bookstore alone.  I wonder if that's because no one can tell me I'm wrong. 

I have been trying to get over what others do that annoys me because I realize everyone is annoying to somebody.  I want to be a loving, giving, caring person.  I want to be helpful, and forgiving.  But I'm also at the time in my life where I don't always care what other people say.  It's a precarious position to be in.  My goal then is to as un-annoying as possible but still be myself.  To be as giving and caring as I can and still allow others to be themselves. 

But hey right now I just want the Eagles to win the Super Bowl!!!!!

Until next time.

Saturday, January 27, 2018

I Wonder

This past week I came across a picture book.  It's a picture book about the movie Wonder.  It was a wonderful book aimed at trying to help younger children understand those people who are different from themselves.  I read it to the children at school and they loved it.

I wonder what would happen if the children of the world grew up untainted by the prejudice's of the adults in their lives.  What would the world be like if everyone actually loved others despite of their differences?  Would it be filled with love and understanding?  Would everyone be happy and self assured?  Would there be more forgiveness and meekness? 

I wonder if we will ever get there.  Will we ever try to understand someone else's point of view?  Will we ever reach out to offer a kind word to anyone with a differing viewpoint? 

That's a place I want to live.  A place where love is given unconditionally.  A place where peace abounds and everyone is considered a friend. 

My only question is how do we get there?

Until next time.