Best Friends

I have several best friends. I suppose that’s a contradiction simply because we are told there can only be one “best.” Tough! I’m not willing to cut any of my best friends from the “BFF” list.

These particular friends come from different eras of my life – middle school, high school, college, jobs – but they all have some common traits. They are funny. They are smart. They are amazingly supportive of everything I do, big or small. They love to laugh. They read my War and Peace length emails and respond point by point. They share their triumphs, their failures, and the funny thing that happened on their way home from work.

I don’t know what I would do without these wonderful women in my life. This morning as I sit in a quiet house while everyone is still asleep (yes, this is a rare time of day for me to be active), I am reading some of my favorite bloggers. Christine Kane has written a post that beautifully captures the best friend relationship. Read it here: BFF Rules: How to Create Unbreakable Friendships with your Best Gal Pals.

And to my best friends… thank you for being you and for sticking with me!

Wishcasting: Fly Free

Wishcasting badgeIt’s late as I write this. Before heading to bed though, I wanted write what I’ve been musing over with today’s Wishcasting Wednesday question. Jamie asks “What do you wish to fly free from?”

Constraints. My own preconceived notions. The fear they instill that prevents me from trying something new.

Why do I talk myself out of things? I’ll be excited about something then overthink it to death until it’s something that I can’t do, shouldn’t do, or aren’t capable of doing. And then I wonder why I find myself in the same place all the time. Who says I can’t, shouldn’t, or aren’t capable? Sadly, the answer is usually me.

Not today. Today I’m moving forward with something I’ve been thinking about. I’m selling the beautiful, functional, so-perfect-for-organizing products at Thirty-One. It’s direct sales, a concept that frightens me to no end. It sounds so icky and my inner gremlins question what business I have being a saleswoman. But I love their stuff and I want to try being a consultant.

After lots of “this would be fun… but no, I couldn’t possibly… but maybe I could… yeah, right (scoff)… but what if I suck at it…” banter, I weighed the pros and cons and decided there is very little risk to me. Besides if it turns out not to be fulfilling, I can choose to end this adventure.

Did you catch that? This is my adventure. I decide when it starts and when it ends.
There are no rules saying I must forever continue everything I ever do. I want to free myself of these so-called rules and free myself to try whatever interests me.

No guilt. No obligation. Just me catching the wind and learning to spread my wings.

You can visit my new Thirty-One site at http://www.mythirtyone.com/sherrihutchins.

Best Gremlin Snub Ever

Don’t ask questions. Don’t argue. Just go read this short and sweet post at joyrebel.com where Brandi tells off her gremlins.

Go. You won’t regret it.

Embracing Rain and Myself

For the past nine weeks I haven’t been working. My contract ended and I didn’t take on any new work because I wanted to spend the last few weeks of summer with my stepson. Also, I have a baby on the way so let’s face it, seeking full-time employment seems kind of difficult when in a few more months I plan to stay at home anyway.

Facing a period of unemployment I envisioned all the grand things that would fill my days: adventures, writing, yoga (read more about that in my post at WorkingMother.com). Now I’ve realized that nine weeks have passed and I haven’t done much of any of those things.

It just dawned on me that it was raining outside and I was missing it. I love the rain. Okay, a lot of people I’ve come across don’t necessarily understand that, but it’s true. I love how peaceful the world becomes in the rain. I love how clean everything looks as dirt is washed away. There is something about the rain that makes the world smaller and cozier to me.

We haven’t had much rain this year so when I really paid attention to the fact that it was raining, I felt sad for missing it. And for what? TV and to do lists. This is not what I want for myself.

So I am consciously making a shift. I opened two windows just enough to hear the rain fall. I’m sitting by one of the windows with the blinds and curtains pushed out of the way so I can enjoy the view. A gentle breeze is sweeping across me as I sit here to write.

Did you catch that? To write. With the rain outside my window. How glorious.

Is there anything you might be missing today? If so, please pause for just a moment and figure out what it is you want to do right here, right now. Don’t let another day go by.