Small Things...

My best friend recently reminded me of a famous quote I had once loved but had almost forgotten altogether: "There are no great things, only small things with great love." - Mother Teresa.

It is so easy to get wrapped up in life's questions of self purpose, influence, and success. There is not a day that has gone by recently where I have not sat on the couch, looked around me, and asked those familiar questions. Is what I do going to make a difference in the world? Does it matter? Is there a purpose for me on this earth? With so many things still wrong on this planet we call home, how can I truly help make this place a better place to live. Hmmm...

Kind of a selfish way of thinking when you remember Mother Teresa's quote. Everything we do everyday matters if we do it with 'great love'.

Do what you can...everyday...with great love, no matter how small.

So my act of great love to any random readers is the following bit of advice from a girl that used to sell bathing suits to ridiculously rich women in an upscale boutique in Corolla, NC. Where I live bathing suits have already hit the stores, and you know this not by browsing through the stores, but by the look of defeat and depression that have rested on most women's faces. I hate that something as wonderful and simple as enjoying the water becomes a source of guilt and depression for women. SO TO MY FELLOW WOMEN:

Never, ever try on bathing suits in a store. Always order them from on-line, or buy them and take them home to try on....and only try them on after having at least 3 glasses of wine and while on the phone with your best girl friend.

In the beginning

I never thought I would be a 'blogger'. Up until this point I would call myself a 'blog wannabe'. I spend an inordinate amount of time, of which I do not have much to spare, religously reading other people's blogs. In fact, I have become so personally involved with a few of my regulars that by the time I have made my daily reading rounds, I feel as if I have had coffee with my closest friends. Of course, these faux friends have no idea I am stalking them via thier blog as I am too chicken to leave any comment.

Now, here I am, the author of my own collection of personal, yet now public, musings. As a perpetual rule follower, I feel like I should state the intent and purpose of this little blog as one would when writing an essay for a college literature course. So, here goes. I am the world's biggest worrier! If I don't have anything to worry about, I create one. We are not talking about world concerns here, however those sometimes creep into my overall worry menagerie. My main focus tends to be on my children, my ability to parent my children, how others measure me up, and, in general, many things, most of which, I truly cannot change.

You would think armed with this knowledge of my weaknesses I would be able to tackle the endless worry and move on. Wrong! I suck at it. I worse than suck at it. I am pathetic. Everyone in my life knows that no matter how hard I try, I cannot stop myself from over analyzing almost every daily situation.

Ahem. So, back to the purpose and intent of this blog. I hope that this blog provides some humor and catharsis for me, and a break for my friends and family. They can only take so much.

Here's to a new beginning...