Monday – the day when even my coffee needs coffee.
I am a huge fan of coffee. My love of Mondays doesn’t extend quite that far, but I try to approach each week with a good attitude towards what I can accomplish each week. I started my Letter Board series as a way to inject some #MondayMotivation into the week. Today, you get a Monday morning letterboard two-fer, because I am using my powers for good rather than evil. 😉
I hope my caffeine uses its powers for good rather than evil today. @photobaugh
It’s the last day of Pain Awareness Month and I wanted to share a quote to remind everyone not to lose hope. Chronic and acute pain can often lead to exhaustion, depression, or despair. Maintaining a positive outlook that better days are ahead can help overcome some of that. Hope for less pain, better treatments, or maybe even a cure.
“Don’t lose hope. Even when it’s dark, the stars come out.”
Just a little reminder from a thing I like to call Reality. While it’s great to Dream Big, reach for the stars, and have goals, those of us with chronic conditions know that at times achieving those things comes with a price to our health. We can achieve great things when we keep balance and grounding in our lives. 💜
Just a little (late) Monday motivation for you. Remember this week as you wake up each day, that you did not wake up to be mediocre. Try to maintain that positive attitude with you, and put forth your best effort to be awesome at whatever you do.
“Mediocrity is the worst enemy of prosperity.” – Henry Ford
After being a huge Beatles fan since I was quite young, I got to see Paul McCartney live for the first time a few nights ago. Before the concert even started, my Facebook status read: “Ob-la-di, ob-la-da, life goes on. Brah! La-la, how the life goes on.” This was in part a nod to the recent passing of my father, as well as my excitement for the show. Little did I know that Sir Paul would later be leading the crowd in a sing-along to that very song! 🙂 ❤
My father was many things to many people, but to me he was just daddy. And he was my hero.
This Father’s Day is quite poignant for me, as I lost my father two weeks ago now. The last words he said to me just a few days before that were, “Happy Birthday,” and then he drifted off to sleep for a few days. While his passing was expected given the 7 months he spent in hospice care, the loss did not hurt any less. So today, Father’s Day, I will spend quietly mourning the loss of my dad, remembering all the great times we had, and celebrating my husband for the father he is to our two kids.
Dad didn’t want a funeral or a fuss. We had a small memorial to honor him, and so the family could come together and share stories. My oldest brother gave the service and led us in songs. My older brother put together a slide show of a lifetime of memories. And I gave the eulogy. Afterwards we had a wonderful meal and there I was, taking dad’s place, and giving a toast.
Dad’s eulogy was the hardest thing I have ever sat down to write. It was even harder to give. But today, I want to share it.