From Chaos Comes Happiness

Something made me write this letter to myself. Some need to remind myself of how far I've come and remind myself of where I want to go. But primarily, a letter to get myself out of Funkytown. This, my friends, is my Letter to Me. Dear Me, Hi there . . . it's me. Well, it's you , actually, writing a letter to . . . you. I mean, me. Myself. I. (Oh boy, if I keep going in this direction, we're going to be here a while.) The truth is, I think you hit the nail right on the head yesterday in your post. And I think that it's time you have a good long talk with yourself. Because it seems pretty clear to me that YOU are the only person who can get YOU moving right now. So, here we go. You see, now that we realize what the problem is, I think we need to address it and then . . . MOVE ON. Alright? But before we do that, I think there are a couple of things you need to hear. Things that you need to tell yourself. Out loud. Because, my ...

Dear Dad, Happy Father's Day, Dad. I came to see you today. It's been a long time since I have been by, and I'm sorry for that. I do talk to you all the time, so hopefully you'll forgive me for not visiting in a while. But, I brought you a cup of coffee today, from Dunkin. A small with cream and sugar, just like you used to drink it. I'm sure people will think that I am nuts that I left it there for you . . . but I don't care. I know that you got a chuckle out of it, for sure. So much has changed in the time you have been gone, Dad. You know, I have two little girls now. Oh, Daddy, you would just adore them. Katie is sensitive and thoughtful, but has this dramatic side to her that I am sure you would say comes from me. And Ella . . . oh, Dad, Ella is just about the best little thing you could ever imagine. Funny funny funny. You would just love her so much! I could imagine you running around with her tickling her and making her laugh - oh, I'm sure t...

Dear Sunday Driver, It was Wednesday . . . what the heck were you doing out yesterday? Ok, let me start over. That wasn't very nice, was it? I apologize. Greetings, dear Sunday driver. I hope this letter finds you doing well after hibernating this winter. My, how brave you were to head out of the house yesterday. I was so surprised to see you on the road. Although, I must tell you . . . I wasn't happy that you pulled out in front of me on the main road from my home . . . the one with the 45 mph speed limit. You do see that there is a 4 and a 5 on that speed limit sign, don't you? It's not a 3 and a 0. It's 4 and a 5. When you put them together . . . that's 45. And wow . . . when I am traveling at that speed, having your lovely Buick pull out in front of me going 30 is NOT FUN. But how lovely to follow you on that l.o.n.g. trek of road this morning. I must say - your car is looking lovely. Surely you have kept up with it well and haven't ha...

Wow. That sure was interesting, wasn't it? I had never gone through a Black Friday shopping experience before, and after this years little adventure, I would venture to say that I will, most likely, not go through one again. It's not that it was terrible, but it was interesting, wasn't it?  For those of you who decided to travel to my neighborhood Target at 3:30AM this morning . . . have your legs warmed up yet? Yikes . . . so many of you were prepared with blankets, gloves and mittens. Me? Not so much. But, wasn't it nice of those unidentifiable people to offer Starbucks coffee to everyone? Was it just me, or did you think at any point that perhaps it wasn't Starbucks coffee? ;)  To those people who stood in line for hours and hours and made it to get the LCD Flat Screen T.V. on sale for $298 - call me if you have an extra (we really wanted one.) But, if you happened to be one of the few who snuck in the side door of the store at 4:00...

Ok, before any one tells me that I need to understand the importance a smoke detector, I want to tell you that I do, really, LOVE and APPRECIATE my smoke detector. I do, in fact, realize the importance of it's role in my home and life. I am very grateful that I have this amazing electronic device that is there to detect a fire, and alarm us. I do. And I pray to the Lord above that it will never need to do such a thing. However, the purpose of this particular post is to simply have a little fun and share with you all why today, this particular day, I am mad at my smoke detector. So, allow me, if you will, to tell my smoke detector why I am angry. Dear Mr. Smoke Detector, I am mad at you. Very mad at you. I am made at you . . . 10. Because yesterday you had all day long to let me know your battery was running low . . . but you decided to wait until 5AM today to start chirping like a bird and tell me. 9. Because I just stopped blogging and writing at 1:30AM the...

A few weeks ago, I purchased a lovely decorative binder to gather all of my creative materials from my "Flying Lessons" e-course. To help decorate the inside, I painted a little Kelly Rae inspired angel, reminding me to "Believe in the dreams of tomorrow!" and I included a little clear envelope where I could write a 'secret' note to myself with gentle reminders to "GO FOR IT!", to "BELIEVE IN YOURSELF" and a number of other little things to motivate me on my creative journey. I've been carrying this binder with me everywhere. I write notes in it, I keep copies of the posts from class, I doodle in it. It has become my very own creative bible, so to speak. Katie knows that I am taking a "class" on the computer to help me and my "Art" and that this binder has all of my special notes in it. She has asked to look at the binder a couple times, and I love to watch her gently turn the pages as her eyes light up to...

Dear Mother Nature, Hey old friend! It’s been a few months since I’ve last written , and I’d like to start out by thanking you so very much for calling it quits on that crazy winter we were having. Shortly after my last note to you, the snow stopped and the cold temperatures gave way to what I believe were some of the most beautiful days I’ve ever seen. I was thrilled when we finally got those Christmas lights off of our house (and I'm pretty sure the neighbors were happy about that, too.) However, as a result of those beautiful weather days I mentioned above, I now have a new problem that I could use some of your help with. I know, I know. It seems I only come around when there is a “problem.” I do appreciate you so very much. Please know that I often sing your praises to the “Big Man” upstairs, and regularly thank him for all that you give to us. But, my newest request is kind of a big one . . . You see . . . with this gorgeous spring you are giving us, have come some absolutely...

Dear Mother Nature, We need to talk. Listen, I have always been a fan of yours. I appreciate the good things that you do and how you walk us through the some beautiful seasons. I appreciate the gorgeous days you give us here and there. But, sister . . . ENOUGH is ENOUGH! I know that sometimes you have a bad day everyonce in a while. Sometimes you get a little angry and send us some doozies. I get all that. I don't mean to come down hard on you . . . but this winter thing has GOT to stop. Yes, I KNOW that I live in Chicago. I KNOW that the winters are hard. But girlfriend, ENOUGH is ENOUGH! Now, maybe you and that little ol'groundhog had a deal - that's all find and good. But you let me know where he is, and I'll go bring him some good ol'groundhog grub (I have no idea what that might be, but I'll research it and I'll find it) and I'll convince him that ENOUGH is ENOUGH! You see . . . I am tired of these darn winter colds that my family and I keep passin...