I always have a lot to say but then sometimes not a lot at all. Pursed Lips will be an effort to keep me writing. Sorry in advance for the prattle.
I am so sad at the massacre in Vegas. Once again, I have to reach deep in my heart and try to compose the most politically correct sounding message that portrays courage, is complete vanilla as to not offend (can I say pray?) but also a heartfelt message for my clients.
I am sad that there is now a #prayforVegas hashtag. Honestly, shouldn't we just #prayfortheworld? To watch any of the coverage is horrifying and social media makes it so worst. Quick, where is my picture of when I WAS IN VEGAS? How does the balance of narcissism and true empathy play out here? I got the facts and got out, it is not about me.
Cara, from the Champagne Diet posted this and I could not agree more:
STOP 🤚🏼 what you're doing right this moment and ask yourself: is this benefiting my BEST self?
If you're scrolling your newsfeed reading every last detail about a semi-stranger's life, if you're watching the news and taking in all the horrible stories, if you're saying shitty things to yourself about Monday before it's even happened - STOP.
You can redirect your thoughts at ANY time! 😍
Ask yourself: what would feel amazing right now? What would benefit my best self? How can I create my most incredible day? Here are some quick things that can shift your energy:
💕Go outside. Take a deep breath and look up at the clouds.
💕Find or write a few power mantras and repeat them as many times as you need.
💕Turn on an inspiring podcast and enjoy it while having a hot cup of coffee.
💕Send a quick text or email to someone you love and tell them how much they mean to you.
REDIRECT, REDIRECT, REDIRECT! That is my word for the week. What's yours?
I don't know one person my age that doesn't feel compelled to turn on the Wildflowers album this morning, grab their coffee and have a short cry. Music is such a connector. To memories, to time frames, to periods of just life. Tom Petty was a lot of those things for me. I listened to Full Moon Fever so much during the first couple of years in college! The first minute of American Girl kept me awake during more than a few road trips better than any cigarette/altoid/coffee combo could. (Ew, I used to smoke). Fab live but just as good on any radio....he will live in my heart forever.
High Five to my cleaning lady who asked me if Tom Petty was one the guys in NASCAR. I shit you not. Also, funny of note when he was reported dead but then not dead yet....someone uttered that 'He Won't Back Down'. Now that is funny.
This article is resonating. Yes, I am tired...no I am not complaining but I am also glad I am not alone.
I have made this dish twice already and I can't stop.
Completely obsessed with this pair of sneakers, even tho they squeak when I walk, why is that?