TGIF

It’s crazy that 4 days of my job can have me running for relief. Probably because we’ve worked so “little” over the last 1 1/2 months…what with finally being able to use our vacation days, then our department dropping to the bare bones staffing during December (making for a 2nd 10 day stretch of off days)…it’s no wonder that we’re all so sore and tired after our first days back “on the job”. And let’s face it: IT’S HARD WORK. Even a cocktail waitress was telling me to sit down and relax cause I deserved a break after being on my feet all day. (She confided that even though they’re not supposed to sit down, they manage some breaks in their work days.)(Shhh.)(Don’t tell anyone.)(It’s a secret.) So, today is my “Friday” and I’m SO HAPPY. But one thing the past 4 days drove home for me? I have GOT to get serious about losing weight. I’ve wasted years talking about doing it…all that talk means nothing in reality. **sigh** What’s it going to take?

It’s over.

So, here we are, another Christmas come and gone. I have to say, I’m glad. Christmas is getting harder to handle with each passing year. It used to be my absolute favorite holiday, and it still is…but it really sucks to go through the holidays alone.

Yay. Back to normal. Somewhat.

Merry Christmas

Is it me, or did we just celebrate Christmas a few months ago? How did this year go by so fast? And how is it that nothing has changed? Lord, help me just get through it. Please.

Embracing Crooked Zippers

Hey, yeah, so it's been a long time since I've posted. Whoopsy. There it goes again ... that declaration of dedication. See it swirling down that always flushing toilet?? Again ... whoopsy! haha

School is going really well - almost all A's! Such an overachiever! :o) LOVING Psychology - and the professor makes Antrhopology fun. :o) Nutrition is hard, because there's so much in the nitty gritty of it that I really don't care to know...bad yeah? But I'm still getting a great grade! Music is so much fun! I never knew that so much music...if not all modern day music...originated with the Blues! History of Rock-n-Roll is awesome! Sociology. Well, we can't win em all. I'm getting a B in that class, but I'm not really liking it that much. Although it's very interesting that Psych, Soc, and Anthro all overlap so much. The same names keep coming up. Very interesting.

Registration for Spring begins November 17th. Not sure what's going to happen...I'm registering as if I'll be able to take classes on campus. Not sure I will be able to, but have until first week January to figure it out. If I cannot move to overnights at work, I'll have to do mostly online classes again. Which really sucks. That's going to put me behind for Fall 2011. I'm going to start running into pre-requisite conflicts. **sigh**

In my personal life, I've got a lot of crooked zippers** going on. But I'm embracing those crooked zippers...determined to make them work. :o)

And there ya have it folks. An updated blog. :o)

OH! And I got a tattoo!! Pictures to come after it's retouched with more color. :o)

**Project Runway - 1st episode of the just-finished season - one of the designers is known for her innovation in using mistakes. She said "People tell me 'You cannot use a crooked zipper' and I tell them 'Yes you can! Embrace the crooked zipper!'" LOVE this. It's such a motto for LIFE. :o) It's now something I say whenever something doesn't go the way "I" think it should go...which is most everything. ;o)

The "Bucket" List

Been thinking about life a lot the last few days, and all the things I want to do, now that it feels like my life is finally starting. Soooo....not in any particular order:


1. Get a tattoo.

2. Bungee jump.

3. Live in Morocco - whether for a month or an indefinite amount of time, it doesn't matter.

4. Backpack through Europe, and UK. (Don't want to include them in Europe. They might get offended.)

5. Finish a 1/2 marathon.

6. Sky dive.

7. Become and work as a full time personal trainer.

8. Be married - not just "get" married. But be in a living, breathing, real marriage.

...

That's it. For now.

I'm a David

I listened to a sermon yesterday. It was a podcast from Riverview Church in Perth, Australia. A series called "God Stories". This particular sermon was about one story but three people. It was the story of Samuel, Jesse (David's father), and David.

Samuel represents people who had big dreams and plans, but something has gotten in the way of those things. Jesse represents a parent who wants the best for his kids, but isn't sure how to go about getting it. (Kinda...I didn't pay much attention to the Jesse part, since I don't have kids.) David represents the one who has been called to something special, but years later still has yet to see it come to fruition.

I'm a David. And I can sum it up in one word: Morocco.

I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that I am called to be a part of Morocco. In some way. In some shape. In some form. That call came in April 2004. It's been six years, and a couple of months, and here I am, still in Vegas. All my attempts to "get there" have failed. I have even had to lay Morocco completely aside, and let the dream die so to speak, because it had become such a burden - the not getting there.

The pastor from Riverview brought up a very interesting point ... one I'm positive God wanted me to hear ... David was anointed to be the King of Israel when he was a kid. He didn't become King of Israel until 14 years later.

14 years passed between the anointing and the actual Kingship.

14 years.

All those years between were years of preparation. How I've come to loathe that word. But the pastor made one statement that hit me between the eyes: "God says, 'Just because I have revealed a future to you, doesn't mean I have finished with your heart.'"

I've grown weary in the "preparation". Yet I see that I have not been diligent in the preparation. So what I've grown weary in is actually ... well ... me. I've gotten sick of my own shortcomings, and in some ways, have given up.

God won't reveal to me all the ways He will be preparing me for Morocco - or even what the fruition will look like. He has, however, given me a few specific things that I - Dawn Marie Matusz - must take care of before He will release me to it. And I've not taken care of them.

There will be no pledge. There will be no proclamation. There will be no promise. There will be simply this: One day at a time, I will seek His face, and His help, and most of all, His love. He has revealed a future to me. I will let Him work on my heart.

The Ice Pack Hissed at Me

Pain is the essence of my existence today. From mid-back to hamstrings...basically the back half of my body... is one wall of pain. I had a really good couple of weeks, then took a day off - and whammooo - pain sets in. I guess the lesson in this is: KEEP GOING.

We're working 6 days a week at the Palazzo, but with my back healing and being in therapy, I give it a rest every couple of weeks and give it two days off, thanks to FMLA. Sometimes, one extra day is enough. Sometimes, it's not. This time, I ended up with three.

Went to work in loads of pain today, and worked that way, very slowly, until 1 pm. My floor manager then sent me home because there were no more rooms for me to do. I didn't have to use FMLA (which has been a complete GOD-send since starting therapy), but by the time I got home, I was near tears from pain. Iced, then fixed dinner, than relaxed. Just finished icing again.

I will not be going in tomorrow. And you know? It really pisses me off. I understand that my spine is changing, hence the tendons and ligaments and muscles are changing, and that's the reason for the pain, but still...I'm so ready for this to be done. I guess this is when it's toughest - been in therapy long enough to see great results but get frustrated with pain, and wondering if it's ever going to end.

**sigh** It will end. One morning soon, I'll wake up and feel nothing. And all day long, I'll feel nothing. And I'll come home from work that day, and feel nothing. The ice packs will stay in the freezer. The ibuprofen will stay in the bottle. And I'll go to bed, feeling nothing. And the next morning, I'll wake up and feel nothing. And that will be the start of pain free days. That will be the start of freedom. Soon. Please God make it so.

Because seriously, my ice packs are so giving out! I've known one of them had a hole for several days now...my back is always wet when I remove the ice packs. I just didn't know which one, until today. I leaned back, and the darn thing HISSED at me! AHA! I caught it! It's now in the trash. Stupid ice pack.

Here's a couple pictures from the day. Dinner, Ruppert, and my pretty new tv - still in the box.

I had steamed green beans, crab cakes, and decaf vanilla hazelnut (I think) coffee. :o)

Ruppert is getting SOOOO big. Since being transplanted to a larger pot, and moving to a new home, he has sprouted so many new shoots and leaves, and has even more coming up. He's gonna need a bigger pot, soon. Really soon. :o)

Upside down - it's a Samsung 40 inch something or other. :o) Getting it through PurchasingPower - payroll deduction a little every paycheck. Someday, I'll have a stand for it and be able to take it out the box!!

Ooops

Okay, it's been a while. 6 whole days. Not that I haven't thought about writing something. Really, I totally have. On several occassions. But alas, fatigue gets the better.

So, here it is, June 18 - can you believe the year is half over?? It was JUST New Year's! Sheesh.

I had re-exam #3 with Active Life yesterday. It's been a painful month, so naturally I thought there wouldn't be much improvement. Turns out, pain is actually a good indicator that things are getting better! Yay! Who knew?

Results: weight differential left to right - even. hips - even. shoulders - even. range of motions - all passes. posture - huge leap forward - getting much better. My neck is still crooked, so over the next month, we're going to do what sounds like a very painful procedure a handful of times to correct that. Not looking forward to that! haha

Overall - it's been a decent week. I worked all my scheduled days, not leaving early once till today. The job was just too much today. I've been relaxing in the bed all day, giving my back a break from doing anything. It's working - no pain! yay! Now it's time to get up and do a few things around the apartment before bedtime. And call my mom.

Here are a couple pics: One is a bed I made at The Palazzo - it turned out so pretty and perfect I just had to take a picture of it! The other is of a book I just finished reading - great story!

Yes, I do like my job.

I'm a hotel housekeeper on the Las Vegas Strip. 2 1/2 years now. It's been interesting. There have been days when I wonder what in the world happened to the human race. How & When did we get so wasteful? So selfish? So disgusting? Other days I'm surprised. By a super neat & tidy room. A Bible on a nightstand. A generous tip.

It's had it's ups and downs. I've been super protected, I readily admit that. Some housekeepers have seen some really gross stuff, but those things have been the exception in my housekeeping career.

It's a hard, sometimes grueling job. But the exercise is good. And on days like today, when I'm completely focused and intent on doing things right, and am able to finish each task I set out to do, yes, I do like my job.

The Odd Joys of Living Alone

Here I sit, trying to make a grocery list. This list is a little different than usual for 2 reasons:

1. I'm trying to be more mindful of waste, therefore trying to make a "conservative" list. I want a variety, but do not want to waste food like I've been doing for so long.
2. Even in trying to be mindful of waste, it just dawned on me that for the first time in 6 years, the entire refrigerator is MINE. I don't have to share fridge space with ANYONE. That is: Seriously. Weird.

I've been in this place for 6 nights. And I'm coming to the conclusion that I do not want a roommate. I like having the space. I like being spread out. I like not having to be 100% fully dressed at all times in case someone else walks through the common area. I like not having to close the bathroom door when I pee thank you very much! Sheesh! :o)

(See? I wasn't kidding when I titled this "Odd...")

Yup. It's fun. And refreshing. And an incredible adventure I'm enjoying, and looking forward to more of! Yay!

The Wonder of Today!

Today:

1) I got through a whole day of work - not pain free, by any stretch of the imagination, but 8 hours nonetheless! YIPPEE!

2) I found my 30-Day Bus Pass! YES! YES! WOOOOOHOOOO! That sucker is $65, and it didn't expire till June 17 @ 11:59 pm. I lost it on Monday, and have been praying to find it since! YAY!

3) I got financial aid! Actually, I found out about this on Saturday morning. I've been offered a grant and two loans (one subsidized, one unsubsidized). The grant is automatically accepted because it's from UNLV. I'll definitely take one loan. I'm seriously considering taking both - taking both would mean that I could get through the year without a roommate. And I do like having my space. :o) But the great news is that I got financial aid! YAY!

4) It got over 100 degrees in Vegas today. It's still 105. I left the A/C off today, to see how hot the apartment would get. I turned the A/C on 2 1/2 hours ago, and it's still over 90 in here. **sigh** I would have put the thermostat just under 90 anyway, if I'd left it on. It's not unbearable. It's just taking a LOT longer to cool down than I thought it would. Experiment. Experiment. It can't be cheaper for the thing to be running constantly for 3 hours trying to cool the place down, rather than maintaining it around 85 all day....right?

5) I really like having my own space. :o)

Magazines

I love magazines. Really love them. I buy them to flip through them, and then set them aside. They accumulate. They breed like rabbits.

I moved all those magazines instead of "going through" and taking stuff out that I really want. I had a whole backpack, a couple drawers, and a couple boxes...full of magazines.

Today, I began the task of going through those magazines. I'm taking out recipes and articles that are informative to my life. I've managed to get rid of a LOT. And still have a lot to go through. But I've started, and yay! That's progress! Woot!

Right now, there's a man working in my bathroom, re-doing the ceiling above the shower from the upstairs leak. Yay. :o)

Switches, Drips, Flushes & Faith

When you have come to the edge of all light that you know, and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or you will be taught to fly. ~ Patrick Overton

I have to admit, the past couple of weeks I've been in a funk. It's most likely one of the reasons my back has been bugging me so badly, too. Mental stress manifesting physically, yada yada yada.

I've been opening the Bible more lately - and by more I mean a few times in the last week - way more than before - desperate for God. I miss Him. I've been riveted by the Psalms - mainly because of two particular verses I saw quoted in a book last week. (book title shown at bottom of blog)

"Point out the road I must travel, I'm all ears, all eyes before you. Teach me how to live to please you, because you're my God." Psalm 143:8, 10 (MSG)

And this - part of the dialogue in the book -

"So, if I love God, and I mean really love God with abandon, then I must come to love myself, my life. I need to love my story on a heart level. A story being written by God, the Author and Finisher of our faith. When I start to love my story, with all its messed up twists and turns, then I can love other people who are living out their own stories with all their messed up twists and turns."

And this - another portion of dialogue -

"If I'm going to go around saying that I love God, then I have to trust him and believe that everything in my life first passed through his fingers. Nothing happens outside of his control."

All that combined kind of knocked me upside the head. Did I dare say I really loved God? Because I couldn't say I love my life story, especially not on a heart level. On a heart level, my life story disgusts me. And if that's the case, and if everything in my life has passed through God's fingers...then in a roundabout way - God disgusts me for allowing those things into my life. And when I came to that realization, I felt myself falling off a cliff. Without a hope of landing on something solid - and even less chance of being taught to fly.

I was on my way to therapy. And all I could think was, "Do You really want to do this NOW, God?" I was angry. Livid. Beyond furious. And because He loves me, He let up. It's only now, as I'm typing this blog, that I realize how sufficient His grace has been the last few days - He allowed me to get through the stress of packing up, moving out, moving in, making a major life change, and only now is He revisiting this huge ugly THING between us.

Paul the Apostle said that in order to focus forward, he had to forget what was behind. I can't reconcile that with "loving my life story on a heart level." I know that the two don't have to contradict, and probably shouldn't even come close to contradicting...but I cannot figure out how to do both. One, or the other, maybe. But both at the same time? God help me.

And that is all it takes - three words - "God help me". There's the solid ground I had no hope of landing on last week. Maybe someday soon, He'll teach me to fly.

As for everything else: my AC and oven weren't working because the breaker switches were off (cute maintanence guy was very sweet and didn't call me dumb when he flipped them on), the bathroom ceiling above my shower is dripping from the shower in the apartment above, and my toilet doesn't like to flush. (After vigorous plunging with a pretty new plunger, it finally obeyed.)



This is the book that affected me so deeply - so much so that I'm gonna write a note to the author.

80's Fashion & Music in the HOUSE

I watched SpaceCamp today. hahaha - it was GREAT. Loved that movie in the 80's, love the movie still. Cheesy? Of course! But it's SpaceCamp! Watching that movie back then really fueled my desires to become an astronaut. Obviously, God had other plans for my life, but a tiny part of me will always wish for the stars.

Today, I did a lot of unpacking. The kitchen mostly. My "clean-eating" determination was derailed by the stove / oven not working. All I have is food to cook. So, since I was still feeling a bit yucky anyway, I ate toast.

Here are pics of the apartment:

Top to bottom: Bathroom (tiny but GREEN), Bedroom, Extra room (for now it will be office/workout/therapy room, maybe someone will be living there someday), Kitchen (spent most of my unpacking time today there), Living room (bare, but the plants are happy!)

Later!

New Digs, New Adventures, New Determinations

Howdy yo! :o)

Ok, so today is June 1 (a little late on June 1, but still June 1!), and I've moved into a new place. I have my own apartment - free from in-laws (long story), free from YWAM, free from any other obligations & responsibilities except my own.

This. Is. Weird.

Especially considering my age and that it's the first time in life that I'm facing this kind of future.

A new season has started in life, and I'm ready to get rolling. I've got a whole list of things I want to do over the next 12 months (starting with getting rid of the fly that's bugging me right now, figuring out how to turn on the AC, and finding the mailbox) and here they are:

1. Eat CLEAN! No more food court on the route home! No more temptation! YAY! I realize that some of you might be thinking "Jeez, doesn't this girl have any will-power???" and the answer to that is: "Sometimes yes. Most times not." See, my job is a tough job (hotel housekeeper in Vegas...it can be pretty crazy sometimes), and when I'm hungry on the way home, I do not want to cook, or heat anything up, or waste any time of any sort on any kind of food prep. Living next door to the mall made this no problemo - although it was horrible on both my health and my pocket. Now, I'm well away from the mall! and there are a few fast food places around, but not my favorites, and not as conveniently located as the food court was. So one of my "new determinations" is to eat clean from here on out!

2. Healthy Back - Without going into the long story, therapy for my back had been going WONDERFULLY, and then suddenly, it wasn't. I had a 2nd re-exam, which was phenomenal, and then 2 horrible weeks. (btw, I think I just killed the fly.) Partly, this is my own fault. I have been very lax in the home-therapy portion of the program. Tough job, dead tired when I get home, yada yada yada. NO MORE EXUSES.

3. Meet People! I'm in a huge apartment complex - gonna make some new friends! Starting with the beautiful mint-condition bright orange old school VW Bug down the cul-de-sac! (Maybe I'll sneak a picture!)

4. Relationships! I have a place now, so I'm gonna have friends over often! (Once I get furniture.)

5. Weight Loss! Once the healthy back comes in line, in conjunction with eating clean, losing weight will fall in line. I'll be getting back in the gym once Dr. Stanley gives the go-ahead. Yeah baby. :o)

6. BLOG. Beginning today, June 1, 2010 - I will do my BEST to blog at least a little something every single, or every other (at the longest) day. It might only be the weather - or a weird happening at work - or the odd quote, but I will blog something.

7. School! I've applied to UNLV, and am now living literally right next door to campus! YEAH!

So there ya have it, folks. Woot wooot! :o) New digs, new adventures and new determinations! Let the fun begin! I'll post some pics of the new place tomorrow. :o) And I promise not to get all crazy with the colors from here on out. ;o)

What Matters

For each of us eventually, whether we're ready or not, some day it will come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no minutes, or hours, or days. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame, and temporal power, will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you owned, or what you owed. Your grudges, resentments, frustrations, and jealousies, will finally disappear. So to your hopes, ambitions, plans, and to-do lists will expire. The wins and losses that once seemed so important will fade away. It won't matter where you came from or on what side of the tracks that you lived at the end. It won't matter if you're beautiful or brilliant. Even your gender and skin color will be irrelevant.


So what will matter? How will the value of your days be measured?

What will matter is not what you bought but what you built. Not what you got, but what you gave. That will matter is not your success, but your significance.

What will matter is not what you learned, but what you taught.

What will matter is every act of integrity, compassion, courage or sacrifice that enriched, empowered or encouraged others to emulate your example.

What will matter is not your competance, but your character.

What will matter is not how many people you knew, but how many will feel a lasting loss when you're gone. What will matter is not your memories, but the memories that live in those that loved you.

A life lived that matters is not of circumstance, but of choice.

I did not write this. It's part of a documentary I just watched. The last couple minutes was this monologue. To be honest, it really had nothing to do with the documentary itself, but the words were meaningful, and true, so I wrote it all down. :o)

Better...

I'm feeling better today. It's interesting how quickly the mind can change and/or adapt. I'm always amazed at the workings of the mind. The mind can be destroyed, but it can also be repaired. Our thoughts dictate our actions and moods, and I for one am thankful for a mind that has been healed from past troubles. It makes bouncing back from new troubles so much easier.

Restless Night

It's one of those nights. I'm restless. Mind can't settle on a thought. Body can't settle into stillness. Can't pin down any reasons for it ... it just is.

I remember a day when I was a kid. It was a strange weather day. The clouds were gray, thick, and very heavy. It could have rained at any moment, but didn't. I distinctly remember walking out on the back patio, stepping out onto the small bit of landscaping my dad had put together to make the yard look all pretty, and looking up at the sky. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen, and have ever seen since.

There was a hole of sorts in the lowest layer of gray clouds...kind of square shaped...and above that, even darker clouds were speeding past, giving it a rolling look. I'm probably not conveying the crazy, eery look of it all, but it was very unsettling. After a minute of fascinating staring, I ran back inside to wait out whatever storm was coming.

That's how I feel tonight.

It could be that Rich is in Spain, so close to Morocco, and thinking about Spain is bringing up memories and questions and frustrations.  It could be that I've gone a couple days without pain killers, and the level of pain in my back shows how much the ibuprofen has been masking, and that's scary. It could be that so many friends and family are experiencing snow, and I dearly miss snow. It could be that I've been cutting way back on coffee, and the resulting headache is making it difficult to think. Hell, it could be that my hair is too long.

**sigh** Whatever it is, I do not like feeling this way. A bear hug would be good right now. Or playing with a puppy.

The thought of tomorrow brings hope that it will pass soon.

World Wide Open

It's both scary and wonderful to be in a position where the world is wide open to you. When every option is a real option and not just an "oh wouldn't that be nice?". No ties to any one place, no one else to worry about in considering a move, not even furniture to worry about moving.


It's wonderful because ... well, the world is literally open. Anything is possible.

It's scary because ... well, the world is literally open. And anything is possible.

The hardest part is narrowing down the options. And then choosing which option to pursue.

I've mentioned to several people that I'll be leaving Las Vegas in 2010. I've been here - save for a few months here and there - for 6 years. It's C-R-A-Z-Y to think about how long it's been. Definitely doesn't feel like it's been that long, especially since leaving YWAM in 2007. Two years is a long time...but it's literally flown by.

The question everyone asks when I tell them of leaving is "What's next for you?" The only response I can give at this time is "I have no idea." These are the things I will be praying about over the next few months:

1. New Orleans - My cousin and her husband have just moved back to New Orleans to open a community center in the city. I do not know a whole lot about The Center yet, but am excited about the possibilities of "getting my hands dirty" again with at-risk youth and stuff like that. It would also be nice to be in a humid climate again, with rain and thunderstorms and the Gulf so close. I would probably also work as a personal trainer (plan to be certified by then). I would be closer to family and friends.

2. Moving East - generally. Kentucky, Tennessee, Virginia Beach are the three main places I've been looking at, in a general sense. Again, I would try to find work as a personal trainer and basically give myself a fresh start. I would be closer to family and friends.

3. School of the Bible - This is a YWAM school, at YWAM Tyler. It lasts one year and begins in August. I've wanted to take some concentrated time to go deeply into God's Word, and this would give me the opportunity to focus on that and nothing else.

4. Introduction to Primary Healthcare - another YWAM school. It's 6 months, and I could take this course in Montana, Hawaii or Australia. The desire to take this school is tied very closely with Morocco (next option), so I'm not sure how viable this option is at this time.

5. Morocco - no list of options would be complete without Morocco, even if I have let it go. I still believe that God has called me to Morocco, but it became an obstacle, which is the opposite of what it should be. So I let the dream of Morocco die, and will pick it back up only if God directs me to do so. My life is still completely open to going, whenever - if ever - He says go.

6. Children Around the World - This is a dream that has started brewing, that would involve myself and a team of select others. I'm not inclined to go any further into it than that, as it is still just a developing idea. :o)

So, there ya have it. Lots of options. Lots of possilities. Lots of decisions. LOTS of prayer. :o)

Savoring in 2010

So, it's here. A new year. A new number. And believe it or not, the first day is already almost over. You know...they say "Time flies when you're having fun." I think that's a ridiculous statement. Because time flies whether you're having fun or not. Remember when days were slower? Things weren't so fast paced, so frantic... I miss those days. I think about the small town I grew up in and wonder if time still takes its time there, or if that small town, too, travels at the same breakneck speed as the rest of us.

I wish time didn't move so quickly. It makes it so hard to savor each day. I guess the trick is to pick parts of the day to savor, rather than expect to savor the whole shabang.

So, what are you going to savor tomorrow? January 2, 2010. What about that day will you savor?

Personally, at least to start, I'm going to savor the 1 1/2 hours I have between waking and leaving the house for work. Shower, cook/eat breakfast, make/drink coffee, pack lunch, harvest cranberries on Farmville, have some devotional time. (Not necessarily in that order.) No one else in the house is awake. It's very quiet and relatively dark. Peaceful. Routine. Comforting. It's a wonderful way to prepare for a hard day of work (which is definitely what tomorrow will be). I've never really done it with an attitude of savoring...but tomorrow morning, I will intentionally savor each second.

Savor moments. Don't let the fast pace of life these days rob you of joy in the little things. :o)

Happy New Year!