|Love and live to laugh but not immune to tears. Mommy, wife, jewelry designer. Instagram: @annanavahandcrafted|
So my husband and I have an ongoing conversation about an item on my bucket list. "What is it?" you might ask. Before I meet my maker, I'd like to ... (drum Roll, please) throw water in someone's face and storm off, hair flying, pissed off while suppressing a giggle. I've been around a little bit and past boyfriends have made me angry, so it seems as though I should have already had the pleasure of such a movie-worthy moment, but I haven't. I've given it years of serious thought and I've come to the conclusion that I simply cannot leave this earth without having emptied a glass of water in someone's face! (anything else would burn someone's eyes and possibly ruin clothing ...
Just spent the weekend with a friend who just lost her husband, the love of her life, in a freak accident. Here one minute, gone the next. Just. Like. That.
It makes no sense. It's unfair. It's heart wrenching to think of the path my friend will have to walk, to arrive at a place of peace. I don't want this sadness or trial for her and the protective part of me is angry on her and her young daughter's behalf. I'm angry.
My brain knows life is unfair and that bad things sometimes happen to good people. My heart wants to throw a tantrum, get in someone's face and demand answers.
She needs me. And I will be there. I'll hold her when she needs to sob, I'll listen when she wants t...
Slow down. I mean it. This is all going way too fast and I need a few extra minutes to savor the important things.
The thing is, Dearest Time, if I weren't in such a rush to take advantage of you, if I weren't so aware of how quickly you sneak away, and if I could just take a break from my attempts to devise a trap to keep you around, I'd be able to pay a smidge more attention to the right now.
Just think of it, Time! If you slowed down, I'd slow down and STILL do it all! No one and nothing would be neglected and I'd meet Death with a sense of fulfillment. No regrets.
How about it, Time? You slow down, I'll take it from there.
I used to think my contributions to the world were my smile, laugh and penchant for 'chatting up' strangers, acquaintances, and friends alike. The belief that my friendly character and available ear had a positive impact on the fortunate (or unfortunate) soul who happened to be standing next to me at the grocery store or walking into class at the same time as I was or contemplating life at a coffee shop with a view of the ocean, lasted into my third decade (a little longer than the smile I always included next to my signature).
"I will talk to ANYONE", I often told my friends. "I love listening to people's stories and sometimes all someone needs is another someone to b...
Earlier today when we met up with the hubbyfor lunch, we (son and myself) were discussing an article regarding a possible link between music, dancing and happiness:
Me: So in order to reap the benefits of the connection, you have to be actively engaged with the music you're listening to. Like dancing or even just moving to the music. You can't just sit, with earbuds in, listening to music. You know, like your cousin Bella listened to music on the metro in Madrid? That's a no-go. 😀
Hubby: I try but y'all get embarrassed of me.
Son: it's hard no to... Lol
Me: You can just chair dance like this! (I proceeded to bounce around in the booth we were sitting in. The restaurant was in a dec...
I write to create my own time capsule. Each piece serves as a snapshot of myself that will, upon revisitation, reveal the essence of me. In case I forget.
My iPod, the one with the black silicone Lego-themed case would be in my pocket. Always.
For me, music is a refuge, a time-transporter, an exalter, a comfort, an encourager and an absolute joy-maker. There are but a few things I could not live without. Music is one of them.
Rewind Vs Pause
I'd pause, definitely. I'd hit pause on the times I was sure I couldn't take another "hit". The confusing, desperate, heart rending and soul-obliterating moments in my existence. I'd pay my respects.
Yes, I'd do just that but then I'd also pause on the victories. Those glorious instances when after coming out on the other side of seemingly endless trials, I finally took a deep breath, pumped up the volume, and danced my butt off. Then, had chocolate cake.
They'd, the defeats and victories, would serve as vivid reminders that life goes on...and that chocolate cake is a gift from above.
Dearest people of Lettrs,
I just watched Jane Lynch address the 2016 graduating class at Columbia College. It was a funny, appropriate, very moving speech and while I didn't agree with everything she said, what stood out was something like "...crazy laughs are delicious". I couldn't agree more!!
I then hurried to share the YouTube link with the people with whom I've shared crazy, delicious laughs. 😀
Here's the link, so you can do the same: http://perform.ink/video-jane-lynchs-anti-commencement-speech/
I stopped by for a cup of coffee and a few moments of light reading but your eyes meet mine and now my plans have changed. I see you but don't be nervous. I don't bite.
Are you waiting for someone or are the quick glances at the door and the uncomfortable shifts in your chair merely an unconscious plea for companionship? If you're self-conscious about being alone, in a bustling shop, on a Sunday morning...don't be. I'm here alone, too.
The thing is, there's something about you, your body language, your kind eyes, your slumped shoulders that makes me want to pull up a chair and say "Hello". My gut and the way you're wringing your timeworn hands tells me that you migh...