Taking a Moment . . .

I’m taking a moment today, well to be quite honest I’ve done this several times already today, to give some thoughts to those impacted by the 9/11 attacks.

I’m reflecting not only on my memories of that horrific day, but on the changes I’ve personally made since then. I pray everyone is safe and surrounded by those who mean something to you. I hope for peace, understanding and compassion. I yearn for my children to never feel helpless like I did that horrible day.

I will remember, and vow to continue pushing forward, remembering those lost and those left behind.



My crazy, sporadic, mixed up way of thinking that gets me through life.

I’ve always been known as an impulsive and easily distracted person. The joke in my family is that I am the last person you assign to make cookies for Santa on Christmas Eve. (Of course the perpetual planner in me has always bought bakery cookies the week before Christmas and hid them in the freezer in case I screwed up the actual baking part of the assignment, but don’t tell my family, okay?)

I don’t have the attention span for baking. Some people see that as a problem or character flaw. I, however, see it for what it is- my artistic focus gets bored with repetitive tasks. I mean, let’s be honest- baking cookies is a great thing and I can usually focus for about three pans before I get bored and do something in between batches. Sitting in the kitchen, I see the cabinets with the plastic containers, and remembering how haphazardly things are balanced in there- set to cleaning it out. I almost always smell the scorched cookies as I finish finding all the lids and matching them to the corresponding containers. Other times I am elbow deep into my WIP when the timer (read as smoke alarm) sounds to remind me of the cookies. Another batch dies a hot smokey death.

It’s not that I don’t want to bake, I just need to bake ‘half-batches’ of them I guess.

There is something to say for people with my kind of focus and drive, we tend to tackle a project like a street racer using NOS. We hit the go-baby-go button and race to our finish lines. The same drive and desire to focus, finish and move on after completing a task makes working alone perfect. I can speed along at my own pace, getting things done my way on my time-frame without frustrating the people around me. I may not end up with 13 dozen chewy gooey chocolate chip cookies, but I could have cookies, cupcakes, brownies, cakes and pies in 13 different varieties.

In my ‘real life’ this focus has allowed me to surpass most goals I’ve set for myself. Instead of following the well worn paved roads of my peers, I veer off the concrete, trudge through the ditches and make my way across the forest, sometimes falling and most times getting lost, but always seeing or experiencing something I learn from. I come out the other side having had an adventure that enriches my life, that is the point after all, isn’t it?