I arrived home after a long day at work and threw my purse on the kitchen counter. I sat down to eat some almonds and decompress a bit. I couldn’t help but notice my purse was sitting there all by itself. It got me thinking. What would my purse say to me if it could talk?
Purse: Hello, Amee. How are you doing today? Look, I know you’re a little busy but we need to talk.
Me: (eating some almonds) I’ve been giving standardized tests all day. I’m too tired to chat.
Purse: That’s okay. Just listen. You’ve probably noticed that I’m a little bloated with old receipts, pens, makeup, extra earings, paper, a half-eaten granola bar and a bunch of other things. I’d like to be cleaned out least once a week. All the other purses in the neighborhood are neat and tidy.
Me: (still eating almonds) If you don’t stop complaining, I will give you to a thrift store.
Purse: You bought me at the thrift store so it would be like going home for me.
Me: Yeah, you’re right. Okay, you win. I will tidy you up.
After giggling about a talking purse, I really did clean it. I threw out the old receipts, put the makeup back in the makeup bag and got rid of the half-eaten granola bar. My purse looks much happier now. It’s so neat and tidy.
As most of you know, I have been tracking my joyful moments the last few years. I write them down in my little journal. The really funny ones I put on this blog. I just had joyful moment #306 with my talking purse.
What made you smile today?
As most of you know, I have been tracking my joyful moments the last few years. I write them down in my little journal. The really funny ones I put on this blog. I just had joyful moment #305. I was doing my weekly shopping and I saw this.
That flake is gigantic. It looks a menacing alien who is trying to take over the Earth. It made the joyful list.
It’s July. This should not be happening at the grocery store.
Way too early! We are skipping over all the other important holidays like Back to School Popsicle Day on July 25th and National Hot Day on August 26th. What! You have never heard of Back to School Popsicle Day? You poor thing. How did you survive your entire life without eating frozen sugar water on a stick every July 25th?
The candy display really made me think. How often have I missed the present moment, because I was too busy waiting for some future event? It’s really easy to say that you will be happy when a specific thing happens. I remember doing something like that in college. I told my roommate that my life would be complete when I had a cute boyfriend, a great job and $250 in my checking account. Guess What? Those happy events came and went and somehow my happiness bar had been raised. I didn’t appreciate the moment when I got that cute boyfriend, great job and $250 dollars. It’s okay to have goals and work on them just remember to keep those eyes open. You don’t want to miss the beauty in the every-day moments all around you.
Mother Teresa has an awesome quote that really sums it all up. “Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We only have today. Let us begin.”King Solomon in the Old Testament said it this way. “To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven.” (Ecclesiastes 3: 1-8)
Be present. Be here. Live in your season. You can plan for tomorrow but remember to live in today.
(In case you were wondering, National Back-to-School Popsicle Day is my own creation. I made it up as excuse to eat a treat. If any of my dear readers work at the popcycle company, you can send me a royalty check for the free advertising. After all, tomorrow is Send Amee a check day.)
Whenever we go on a road trip, the Accountant and I end of having the same debate. Do we stop and smell the roses or do we get there as soon as possible?
It’s always a debate. I want to get to the destination, but I also want to enjoy the beauty of the moment. I’m glad we stopped the car for this one. It was a gorgeous view near the border of California and Nevada.
I will be announcing a new challenge tomorrow! I’m super excited about this one and think it will make me work really hard.
This is the time of year where items like the good stapler and self-adhesive envelopes are a hot commodity. For my non-teacher friends, that means it’s the end of the year and everybody is doing report cards.
I was working on mine when a dear colleague announced to me that she was a thief who needed to borrow my stapler. I just started laughing, because she was the kindest thief I had ever met. She asked permission, apologized for stealing and then promised to bring back the item as soon as she finished putting together her summer math packets.
I couldn’t let someone “steal” without going to jail though. So, I stopped writing comments on report cards and did this instead.
It told my friend all about jail and the terrible fate that awaits her for the crime of “stealing” a stapler.
You get a swimming pool.
A 60 minute relaxing massage every single day
Unlimited Netflix to watch movies
A $2,000 bonus check
And a chef to cook your food
Welcome to Stapler Jail!
I got my feelings hurt. It wasn’t a serious offense
, but sad enough in the moment for me to tell myself that I needed to toughen up so I would never have hurt feelings again.
I was going to become a Vulcan and master all emotions, and then I looked over my shoulder.
The light fixture in the room when hit with sunlight made a gigantic heart on the wall. I was mesmerized. It was a heart! A giant, adorable heart. My resolve to never feel again melted away in that big heart.
It was just too cute not to smile.
“Vulnerability is the birthplace of innovation, creativity and change.” –Brene Brown
There are some really cool looking mushrooms growing in the grass in front of my church. I need to restate that. There were some really cool looking mushrooms in the grass. They aren’t there any more because I kicked them.
If you have never kicked a mushroom, you should go try it. They fly into the air with just a little tap of the foot. I giggled the entire time. It felt very mischievous. Some of the mushrooms flew so high that they went onto the street. It was fun.
Yes, it was a joyful moment. It’s joyful moment #203.
I’ve been tracking my joyful moments for the last two years. Every time I have a little pocket of happiness or a moment of fun, I call it out for what it is. It’s a joyful moment sandwiched in between my ordinary and sometimes stressful life. I had my 202nd joyful moment this week. I made a frog cake. The Accountant told me it also looks like a green ghost. I borrowed a frog pan from the cake pan collection at the public library. I got all the ingredients for the cake and looked up on the internet how to make frosting. (Sorry, Mom. I know you taught me how to make frosting, but I forgot the recipe.) He was a happy frog until we started eating him. Then he was just a pile of crumbs.
Life is hard. There are many, many problems in the world. It’s easy to get down and worried about things. If I didn’t count the joyful moments, I wouldn’t even see them. I’d miss the joy of recognizing the pockets of fun that are in my life.
“Joy is strength.” –Mother Teresa