The Cubs: It's More Than "Just A Game" To Some

I know I'm not alone in getting teary-eyed Saturday night watching the amazing double play that solidified the Cubs' place in the World Series.

My dear husband said, "It's just a game."

Just a game? JUST a game? JUST a GAME?!? No, no, no. For many it is so much more.

We are the grandchildren and children of die-hard Cubs fans.
(And great-grandchildren, great-great...)

We grew up with memories of the Cubs games being the soundtrack of weekends playing with cousins and siblings...including these gems in the 7th inning:


We developed a love for the Cubs by association that later turned genuine.

We were born into this and carry on the love of the game -- and the team.

We are the definition of optimism, continuing to proclaim, "Well, there's always next year."

Our Next Year has arrived, my friends.

So we celebrate - not just for the team now -

but many of us for those we hold near and dear in our hearts who aren't here to witness this glory themselves.

We celebrate it, but we savor it so much more because of this love that's been instilled in us and that makes us remember those who modeled it for us. It's an honor to be a Cubs fan today on the eve of the first game of the World Series (!!!!!!!!!!!!), but it's an even greater honor to be carrying on the legacy of rooting for the Cubbies.

So here's to all of you who will also be yelling at your TVs tomorrow night -- and to the ones we are wishing could be watching right along with us.

Go, Cubs, go.

Friday night.

Not just any Friday night --

the Friday night after report cards and parent-teacher conferences.

I made myself cease schoolwork.

After running so hard, though, it's always hard to quit.
It's hard to enjoy the stillness.

But I'm trying.

I Know

In those moments of doubt --

of "not enough" being how I measure myself --

I'm thankful that I'm not on this journey alone.

I know I'm where God is using me.

I know I'm forgiven for my shortcomings and my mistakes.

I know I'm loved.

I know I'm more than what I feel.

"...or is it fantasy?"

Today at work somebody brought 9 golden retriever puppies to share. They were 6 weeks old.

NINE PUPPIES.

There is no such thing as a bad day when you get to snuggle and play with nine fluffy puppies.

At one point I had 3 of them in my lap and one on the floor in front of my lap. Yup, almost half of the puppies to snuggle and love on.

Oh, the puppy breath!

And the puppy teefers gnawing on my fingers! And tugging on my hair!

And those adorable roly-poly round puppy tummies!

via GIPHY

Once upon a time Scout was a little ball of fur with a roly-poly tummy, too. And then we fell in love with him and he came home with us. Now he is not so little and not so roly-poly.

I wouldn't mind if I had to snuggle multiple puppies every day. Nope, not a bit.

This

This: 

sleeping, snoring dogs - one of which just shifted and now has taken over my lap in his happycomfy state and releases the soft dog funk of impending bath time 

hot pink nails - a reminder of the bright, cheery, and almost unreal colors of Hawaii 

a rain shower - no longer the warm, soothing rains of summer -- traps the coolness of fall that took the day by force and adds to the soothing symphony around us

the joy of feeling the crisp breeze and the thunder of happy paws running toward me as i walked into the backyard to see my puppies after work 

the love in the routine of making dinner while he gets ready for work & savoring the short time we have together as we eat 

being able to share wisdom and be a resource - at the same time that it becomes clear to me that the wisdom actually is there

scrubbing the sink to dissolve the coffee rings dumped in morning haste - thankful for the day that's evolved since the hours that seem like a lifetime ago

and now the sleepy chunkamonk my legs are resting on (a compromise for us both) is twitching away in a puppy dream - and we are all happycomfy 

here

in this place

our home

our normal

life

and the moments big&small 

that make it.

Striving for Better

2016 has been a year of working on being healthier. That's meant making some changes - some big, some small, but all important in the big picture. It started last winter when I couldn't shake throat issues, but it highlighted the importance of taking care of myself.

I started listening to my body more when I needed to rest. Having chronic throat issues and fevers really wore me out, and teaching's tiring enough without that. I learned that some nights the best thing I could do for myself was put school work on the back burner and rest.

I began facing my stress and dealing with it rather than shoving it aside. No, it's not always pretty or fun to figure out what's worth thinking about and what I need to let go of, but it's worth the effort to become less frazzled. I've learned to pick my battles in that regard.

I've learned to embrace my limitations. This means saying no sometimes, but it also means asking for help. I used to think it was a weakness not to be able to do it all on my own, but it actually takes a certain measure of strength to lean on others.

I got my tonsils out a few weeks after school got out, and that was a major lesson in leaning on others. When they say it's rough for adults, they aren't exaggerating. So far I haven't been sick at all since school started: a new record. I'd say it was worth it.

Similarly, I've learned that sometimes I have to push my limitations in order to grow. I used to be my own obstacle at taking on new things by thinking I just couldn't do it, and it's been a process to get to see that it's okay to fail. It's okay to have to learn in a process rather than in a snap.

I've also started working out regularly again, and that's been so helpful. I am loving yoga, and I'm loving Zumba. I don't know that I'll ever get brave enough to do an actual class for either one, but there's nothing wrong with YouTube or Pinterest workouts.

I'm also spending more time on hobbies, something I know I've touched on a few times on the blog this year. I can't emphasize enough how valuable this has been to me. I feel like I am more than my career again, and I love being multifaceted.

I'm thankful for the support I've had each step of the way in this journey, and I'm thankful to be able to have it as I continue to strive for better in my life.

The (Gilmore) Girls Get Me

Those times when I really want to focus and get things done in a certain time span in the evening -- balance, remember? --

I have to confess:

This is actually me in those moments:

And this is why it takes me    F   O   R   E   V   E   R    to get things done.

...

...

...

Okay, I'm just kidding.

That's actually me all the time. 

And y'all wonder why I need so much coffee to function...mystery solved.