Rebecca, Author at Daily Rebecca

Thankful

July 24, 2011

I had a really busy weekend.

The kind where you sit at your desk on Monday morning, exhausted, thinking, “What the heck happened to the weekend?”.

It was full of good things, but I felt like I had to be “on” the whole weekend. Until right now, I haven’t had a chance to decompress. You know, just vegetate on the couch to simmer down.

I won’t get into all the sordid details, but this weekend reminded me to be thankful for the things I’ve been blessed with.

Namely,

My home. It’s not the Taj Mahal, but it’s cute, cozy and clean. What more do you really need?

My husband. He’s literally the most wonderful man I know. He’s so sweet and tender with Grace and I and would never do anything to hurt us. He gives and gives & loves and loves. We’re truly spoiled… in the best way.

My ability. I’ve often loathed the fact that I’m extremely capable. I generally tend to think that it leads to more burden than anything else. But that’s not entirely true. It really leads toward helping others if I channel it properly. And using it to help others is truly gratifying.

Now I’m going to take the rest of the evening to sit on my couch in my cozy living room with my wonderful husband and watch a movie. While eating cookie dough brownies!

Recipe forthcoming :)

We’ve Moved!

July 19, 2011

Yep, that’s right. I’m finally getting serious about the old blog.

As in, I bit the bullet and paid to have my own domain name. Mom, that just means I dropped the “.blogspot” from my blog address :)

It’s been bugging me for a while that I wasn’t my very own dot com, but I’m ~~cheap~~ frugal so I passed on the option of paying for my own little corner of the internets.

In typical “Rebecca fashion” I decided that I just had to have my own domain name after I finalized my blog business cards.

So what did I do?

I hopped out of bed at 1am, jumped through all kinds of hoops (read: determined whether the name I wanted was available and dished out the chump change it cost to make it my own).

Easy peasy.

But then, I had to log into the printing website, edit my already submitted order (thank God they left this option open for crazies like me who are late to the party on a regular basis!) and say a little prayer that my changes made it in time.

Fortunately they did.

Phew! That was close…

I could have had 500 cute cards with the wrong URL (mom, that’s the technical term for “website address” ;).

How long, exactly, can one fly by the seat of their pants before their butt starts showing?

Summer Vacation

July 17, 2011

Well, it’s officially over. I had 9 consecutive days off and they were GLORIOUS!

It’s amazing what a little time off can do for a person…

I’m generally wound pretty tight. I’m intense and task-oriented and typically move through the workweek jumping each day like hurdles on a racetrack. Each day gets me closer to each evening where I can de-compress, cook, grocery shop, do laundry, play with Grace and connect with Andy.

Each evening gets me closer to the next day where I will multitask like it’s going out of style. I have a bunch of balls in the air and I juggle them like it’s my job. Oh wait, it is my job!

I push hard, full steam ahead, giving my all to my job and trying not to freak out about balancing work with family.

Then, come Thursday night, I take a deep breath…

It’s almost over.

At least for 2 short days before it starts up again.

Fridays are generally decent, albeit hectic. Without fail, come 4pm all hell breaks loose. The schedule I’ve orchestrated all week long gets shifted and has to be re-configured. Loose ends need to be tied up, one more project has to be submitted during business hours (which extend till 8pm thanks to my good friends in Oregon!).

Friday never really gets me too down though. I mean afterall, TGIF! It’s the weekend, baby!

Then, once I’m settled at home with the Hubs and my little Boo Bear, I pull the breaks like a train heading for a cliff. I want time to slow down.

This is what I’m living for.

2 days.

I’ve been struck lately that the old adage, “It’s about the journey, not the destination” really is true. We’re never going to get there. Not this side of heaven anyway.

Life is about the daily grind. The small moments.

The hot cup of coffee with just the perfect splash of hazelnut creamer. The smell of Grace’s hair sweaty from the night’s sleep. The prickly goodbye kiss from Andy as he heads off to class. The sound of the classical music humming in the background of the living room as I work from home in the afternoon. The way Grace chews her blueberries during lunch – those cheeks, those lips, those tiny pearly whites. The bike ride after dinner, wind blowing in my hair, pretty houses all lined up, each one unique from the next thanks to the old neighborhood that holds them. Goodnight kisses before tucking Grace into bed. Watching “Bones” with Andy and guessing whodunit while falling more in love with our favorite characters.

I cannot be so busy pushing forward to the destination that I miss out on the journey.

So, here I sit. On the one hand, I’m terrified of going back to work tomorrow. Of picking up the burden of responsibility after a week of total freedom.

On the other hand, I think I’m ready. The routine of the workweek keeps me organized and productive. It stretches me and challenges me. It forces me to savor the little moments each day rather than getting drunk on the them as I have all this week.

I’m sad to see my week-long summer vacation grow smaller and smaller in the rearview mirror, but I’m excited to see what’s in store on the road ahead.

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