My friend Autumn shared this with me today:
It's worth repeating:
EAT like you love yourself.
MOVE like you love yourself.
SPEAK like you love yourself.
ACT like you love yourself.
I'm grateful for the reminder.
As I'm sure I've mentioned before, I have the good fortune/delight/horrible torture/obligation of having two cats, Yin and Yang.
I do grouse about them a fair amount, but it's mostly in jest. They are like my children. I've had them since they were 10 weeks old, and now they're over 11 years old.
My little cat babies are very much creatures of habit. One thing they do, and have done for years, is act as my bathroom copilots.
They think I'm too furry. Kind of hypocritical.
Every morning, without fail, they watch me shower, brush my teeth, and shave. This is both adorable, and a goddamn pain in the ass.
Yang in particular needs me to pet him before I shave. He really wants to smell my deodorant to see if he likes it, even though every previous morning for the past 11 years he's made a face of utter revulsion when he smelled the outstretched stick of it.
I realized today that all this complication and repeated fuss is actually joyful to me. I love them. I love our weird repeat behaviors.
I'm grateful for them.
Here's a double-shot for today. My friend Devin is grateful for my gratitude, which has in turn inspired him to start blogging his too!
Trying to make my life a little more meaningful and many of the suggestions explain that writing a journal is a good practice. A good friend of mine explores this daily on his blog with daily journals called 365 Gratitude.
So now I'm grateful for HIS gratitude about MY gratitude. It's gratitudeception!
Seriously, I'm grateful that what I do helps others
We're moving.
Missy, my sister-in-law, and I have lived in the same house now for two years. It's been a good place in many ways, but just didn't fit us in a lot of ways. First, there's the fact that our current house has an absolutely ridiculous amount of stairs. (Plus, it's actually ON TOP of another house - that means, you guessed it, MOAR STAIRS.)
Buying a big load of groceries and bringing it inside is like an exercise in casual sadism.
Plus, there's the parking thing. When we first moved here, it looked like the parking for guests was plentiful. But the homeowner's association changed the rules on us, and made it really difficult to have more than one guest with a car.
For a polyamorous family like mine, that's just not going to fly.
I could go on at some length about the various ways this house is just ill-fitting, like a pair of jeans that's just not quite big enough, or has a strange inseam. But the heck with that. A little while back I found a GREAT house. It's pretty much perfect. It's a bit further south than the one we have now, and it's kind of in the country, which means a longer commute for me on the days I'm in the office.
But I don't care. This thing is BEAUTIFUL. It's got LOTS of room. That's important for a lot of different reasons. My sister-in-law really gets a whole suite of rooms to herself, which is awesome, because she doesn't have to feel like she's stuck in one-tiny-room-living-a-reclaimed-life. My wife can finally have that Twilight room she's always wanted, and a place to garden. There's room aplenty for us to have poly family members over, and for necessary noisy and sexy things to happen and still allow for privacy. The development is beautiful, and there are parks with running trails not far away at all.
It's just right.
Oh look another long stretch of not blogging.
I guess I was just waiting for something special to get me out of that rut again.
Here it is:
