Encouragement

I strive to keep this blog as positive as possible. Or, when purely positive isn't possible, find the humor in it all.

Some days, though, require a little extra encouragement. A little mental boost to help us weather the muck of everyday... at least that's what I'm telling myself today.

So, with a bit of reservation, here is my note to self for today. Maybe some of it will apply to you, or maybe it will inspire you to give encouragement to the person who deserves it most in your life-- you.

XO,
ashleycita

Dear Self,

Just keep swimming. Just keep swimming.

Or, in non-fish, non-Disney terms, just keep moving.

You are not where you want to be today. And, frustratingly, it feels like you are not any closer to being where you do want to be than yesterday.

But, you are. Really, you are.

Yesterday, you ran an 11 minute mile. Today, you ran an 11 minute mile for a longer distance than yesterday. You are healthy and getting stronger. Progress. Movement. Closer to your goal of running a 5K.

Yesterday, you went to work. Today, you are at work. You are employed and earning money. Earning money that is allowing you to pay off debt. Progress. Movement. Closer to your goal of being debt-free. Closer to being free.

So, please. Don’t be discouraged with yourself. They may seem like small steps, but they are still progress. They are still movement.

Each day you get closer. Just keep swimming.

Love,
Me

I'm thisclose to taking my ball and going home.

Dear Blogger and/or Google Gods and/or Lords of These Intertubez,

What the heck, man? We had a beautiful thing going, or so I thought. I signed in every morning, glanced through my blog reader, answered e-mails and then, every so often, contributed something semi-witty to this little blog.

But lately, you've been acting a little strange... dare I say, distant? A bit passive-agressive?

You deny me access, declaring my browser incompatable, or the interweb inaccessable... You give me only a few of the editing buttons, allowing me to type but not publish or type only in the font you like, or not make clickable links at all.

You fail to update the blog reader, so I don't know what all those other bloggers are saying the minute they're saying it and oh my dear lord, do you know what that's like in this age of instant gratification?!

And now, oh Lords of These Intertubez, you've gone and yanked my access to Facebook and Twitter.

::sigh::

I mean, SRSLY. It's as though you've read through the playbook of dysfunctional high school relationships, also known as: How to Get Her to Break-up With You in 5 Easy Steps.

It's cool if you need some time alone to figure things out. I just wish you were mature enough to just say it. Yeah, I went there.

XOXO,
Ashley-cita

PS- See you tomorrow? Maybe? Call me.

A little bit of eye candy for Friday

Y'all. I just stumbled upon this jewelry designer and oh. my. gawd. Just a wee bit out of my budget, but still lovely to drool over dream about. Dear Mr. Shaesby, if you would like me to test your designs for, you know, structural integrity and whatnot, I'm available! See more Shaesby designs here.

Open Letters

Dear Fellow Commuters,
Causing an accident just wastes more time. Tomorrow, how about you leave thirty minutes earlier?

You're welcome in advance.

Sincerely,
The-person-who-watched-you-almost-get-squished-by-that-semi

Dear Office Co-inhabitants,
The coffee maker requires one and a half packets of coffee to make decent (i.e. not coffee-colored water).

Hope this helps!

Signed,
She-who-wishes-Starbucks-was-still-in-the-budget

Dear Tulane University,
Until this lawsuit with the Newcomb decendents is settled, you won't be getting one Canadian penny from me. And, once the ink is dried, if the verdict is not in favor of reinstating my beloved college, I still may not feel very warm-and-fuzzy towards you.

So stop calling me.

Best regards,
A-rather-ticked-off-Newcomb-College-grad