I took this week totally by the fortitude and made it my own to do whatever I wanted.
Not really. 😉
My plans for Monday were to play WoW all day long, in celebration of it NOT being March Break.
Tuesday didn’t happen.
Wednesday was hot yoga and otherwise didn’t happen.
Thursday didn’t happen.
Totally went shopping with my mother. \m/
Important for two reasons:
1) My mother. Me. One place.
2) Treats-to-me day. Little things. Opportunities for #gladitude.
In other words: self care.
But…with my mom. 🙂
Little notebooks for my purse…to make lists. Lots of lists.
Flip-flops!! 3/$10! For yoga days.
Puzzle books…small enough to fit in my purse…thick enough to keep my brain a lil’ occupied whilst NOT on all things social media.
Just watching my eldest son and youngest son chillaxin’ on the couch. Together. xoxo
A rare find of an old book at a thrift store. I like and have started to collect old books. Old, like before 1960…the earlier the better. The more Anglo-Saxon or medical/herbal, the better.
Escapism at its finest.
Hoping to start it soon…was supposed to…
Been so long…so very, very long…where I’ve felt so comfortable to tell other women my successes without judgment, woes without shaming. It’s not just having the opportunity to do so…it’s the doing so that is the #gladitude.
Pink skies in the morning for the walk to the school bus.
Having two new young boys to walk to the bus stop, wherein the little one sings Katy Perry’s “Roar” all the way home. But, just the chorus. Boisterously.
You go, little dude. You. GO!
Seeing statuses that reflect a “Brynnism.”
Seeing posts on my wall, or that I’m tagged in, because someone, somewhere, found a bit of “Colour!!” And it’s not just the post…it’s the time taken to make the post.
Hugs. They’re an extension of positive energy when you’re feeling less-than-stellar.
Have you had a chance to know what The #gladitude project is all about?? You can take a quick read of it here: