Like most people, I look forward to the start of a new year with positive hopes for the future and ideas for what I’d like to do differently in my… Read more »
I wrote this post this morning on my personal blog, www.dawntolbert.com, and then thought, “Hey, that sounds like a Pink Typewriter post.” Dana texted a few minutes later and said… Read more »
In my head, I’m much more crafty than I am in real life. Not crafty in a sneaky way, but crafty in the language of ribbons and bows and perfectly crocheted or baked or scrapbooked items. This year, I decided to whip up a batch of Cookies in a Jar from a recipe I found on Pinterest, tie the perfect little bow, and then voila, I’d have the perfect gift for my coworkers and friends. It started out well. I got all of my ingredients and even snagged the last set of quart-sized Mason jars from the store. “Wow. This is working out perfectly,” I thought.
A few weeks ago my husband Scott and I went on a week long cruise to the Caribbean with 18 of our closest friends and family members. Before the cruise, we did a conference call with two of Scott’s cousins to plan our shore excursions and get them booked online. After reading over the many options, it was decided that all three guys wanted to do the canopy tour and zip line adventure in St. Lucia. Immediately a feeling of dread filled my chest. Just the thought of careening wildly, high above the ground, strapped to a thin wire made me want to throw up. I am afraid of heights!!!
Recently, my husband and a couple of his songwriting friends wrote a funny song about relatives coming to stay at Christmastime. It was totally tongue-in-cheek and instead of singing “Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow” they changed the lyric to “Let it go, let it go, let it go!” This got me thinking about all the things I’ve carried with me through this year that I might need to let go, let go, let go in the new year.
Congratulations! You have made it to Gratitude Challenge Day #5! You are just one comment away from being entered into the drawing for the 52 Lists For Happiness Journal. At the… Read more »
Happy Thanksgiving! I hope everyone spends the day with family and friends enjoying some great food and time spent with those you love. Here’s what we are grateful for this… Read more »
Happy to see you are all hanging in there for Day #3 of our gratitude challenge! I’ve really enjoyed getting up each morning early and cultivating some gratefulness to start… Read more »
Happy to be here for Day #2 of our Gratitude Challenge! I enjoyed reading all the comments and can’t wait to read what you are grateful for today. I am already… Read more »
Welcome to the first day of our 2nd Annual Gratitude Challenge! Here’s how to win: For the week of Thanksgiving – Monday, November 21 to Friday, November 25 – we… Read more »
I’ve seen on Facebook where many of my friends are already decorating for Christmas. I LOVE Christmas and can hardly wait to put up my trees, but I’m hesitant to fast-forward through November. Nestled between Halloween and Decking the Halls is an important moment to take a deep breath and just be thankful. Here at The Pink Typewriter Project, we are great believers in the importance of gratitude.
I sometimes approach tasks in life like a one-armed plate spinner. I run from this task to that task and just try to keep all of the plates spinning at once hoping they won’t come crashing down around me. Sometimes, though, the tasks pile up in what truly can feel like an avalanche. And the weight of the collective volume can be overwhelming. On those days, I look at a worn fortune, taped on my computer screen, a remnant of a long-ago Chinese meal. It’s small type on the simple white strip reads: No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible.
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about advice and how it can change your life in unexpected ways. Even the smallest piece of advice, both if ignored or taken to heart and followed to the letter, can send you in a completely different direction, guiding events and altering the course of your life in magical or sometimes disastrous ways. Here are a few examples of pieces of advice, both large and small, that looking back on them now I realize changed my life.
So, dear Pink Typewriter Friends, maybe you’re wondering where I’ve been. It’s been — gasp — months since I’ve posted anything and a couple of days longer than that since I’ve posted anything that I was happy with. My last real post bared my soul on the not-having-kids front, and to be honest, I’ve needed some time to recover from the vulnerability.
A little of everything is good for you, so the saying goes. This even applies to stress, but a lot is not good.
Stress has many faces. Its most common forms are feelings of being vaguely worried and anxious most of the time but not knowing why, constantly being grouchy and irritable, mulling over problems all the time and generally feeling unable to get on top of things. You need your own ways of coping with stress. Establish a routine that works and suits you. Here are some approaches:
The attitude of millenials seems to be a hot topic of conversation these days. I hear my friends and colleagues complaining about Generation Y’s lack of drive, constant need for approval, and entitlement mentality. It has me pondering the era in which I was raised and how it has affected my view of the world. As a child spending my formative and teenage years in the 1980’s, what was I taught about work ethic, motivation, and success? It was definitely an outlook that has shaped my life in ways I’m only just coming to understand.
One of my cherished daily rituals (besides sleeping late!) is my morning walk with the dogs around our little 5-acre farm. I wear my favorite slip-on gardening shoes (Sloggers – look these up if you have never heard of them – super comfortable and adorably cute designs), bask in the early morning sunshine coming up over the trees, feel the cool breeze caress my face, and breathe in deeply the smells of fresh cut grass, honeysuckle, and magnolia that make spring in the South so wonderfully enchanting.
I recently finished reading Marie Kondo’s tiny phenomenon, the New York Times best-seller “The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” If you haven’t read it, it’s worth checking out. She’s a Japanese organizational consultant who gives advice on decluttering. Her theory, in a nutshell, is that unless an object sparks joy, then its time of service is completed and it should be released to its next chapter, whether that’s through selling, donating, recycling, or bidding a final farewell.
Two Sundays ago, I cried through church. I felt horrible about it, and desperately wanted to stop, but I just couldn’t. It seemed like almost the whole service was devoted to celebrating mothers. I guess, since it was Mother’s Day, that is fair enough, but it’s a weird thing when you read Bible stories about people who prayed for — and received — babies and then wonder what you must have done wrong or what is wrong with you that your prayers are unanswered.