color me 101

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It’s easy to be heavy and hard to be light.  I have half a dozen mantras that play through my mind at any given time, but that simple reminder to feel and spread joy might be my favorite.  Yesterday began with a girls brunch at a rizty downtown hot spot, and once the kate/apple/spinach smoothies were gone and the bills were paid, we decided to paint pottery at popular children’s art studio.  
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As you might imagine, we were the oldest guests by at least 10 years, but we spent three good hours giggling, chatting, creating, and wondering whether brunch&painting should become a Saturday morning ‘thing.’  The painting made us hungry, so we got ice cream with every.single.topping.  Of course, the children around us munched on classic concoctions like ‘vanilla with sprinkles.’  As for us?  Bring on the circus animal cookies and cookie dough bites.
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The day ended with a trip to the dog park where we got into a discussion about ideal age.  A friend said that she loved being playful and was pretty sure she was meant to be 15, always.  Then another friend, Gigi, told us her grandpa’s theory that everyone has an age they ‘hold onto’ – so if you really love being 15, for example, you live like you’re 15 for the rest of your days.  
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I’ve been surprised at how I’ve enjoyed every age more than the one before it- 16 was great, 17 was better, and so forth – and I have this feeling that I’m not at my ‘ideal age’ just yet.  Something tells me it’s going to be 31?  If I’m lucky, it’s 101, right?  

I was about to wrap this up, but now I’m wondering why we have so many movies where children wish to be adults – 13 going on 30, BIG, etc – but not so many where adults become children?  Wonder why?  Any thoughts?  And, perhaps more important, what’s your ideal age?

the kindness of strangers

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It’s amazing what a stranger can offer: a little mercy, a little understanding, a little laughter.  In my experience, our hesitance to interact with strangers only prevents us from expanding our network of friends and acquaintances.  In some cases, our hesitation prevents us from interacting with someone who might truly need a friend.

The rah rah rah projects have encouraged me to think of strangers during my every day activities. I planned to go to the dog park today, and I decided to bring homemade treats for all the pets.  I figured it was a good way to interact with other dog owners, and the snack provided a bonus treat for all the dogs.

If you’ve ever lived alone, you understand how difficult it can be to cook for just one.  Two can even be trying – it seems like most recipes are created for a family of five.  Unfortunately for me, that means a lot of math as I make dinner every night – divide by 2.5, divide by 2.5.  The recipe I used to make dog treats stated that it was enough for 4-5 servings.  Since I was planning to share with the entire dog park, I could spare myself the trouble of dividing as I mixed and stirred.  A small victory.

The larger victory came later, when we got to the dog park and Kinzie was topdog for a couple hours.  She shared treats, made friends, and then returned home for an afternoon nap (from which she still hasn’t returned.)  My victory was hanging out with Anna for a few hours while our dogs ran around the park together.

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