10 minutes, 10 months or 10 years...
I know the first time I heard this concept. It was after we had bought the truck and I had free XM radio. Oprah has a station (I don't have XM radio any longer but guessing she still has the station). Her long time friend Gayle King had a show that somehow was always on while I was driving. She mentioned this concept specifically about when making decisions dealing with her adult children. I'm certain she mentioned the author etc, but I have to admit, I was having a light bulb moment and all that sunk in was 10 minutes, 10 months, 10 years.
Ever since that first day I heard the concept, I have used this in making decisions. I decided to do some research to see where in fact this idea had originated from so I can give the author rightful acknowledgement. Suzy Welch wrote the book and devised the concept. Suzy Welch, thank you.
I decided to write about 10-10-10 today because I can say that at the age of 44, I have learned many life lessons. One of most important, is that that I will continue to have an issue or situation arise until I learn what lesson I need to learn. I am a firm believer that you will be put into or given situations where you are there to learn a valuable lesson. If you don't learn the lesson, it will return. Maybe not looking exactly the same, BUT the lesson remains unchanged. It is simply wrapped up in a different package.
As a young girl I was never told this sage advice. As a parent I have been very intentional about planting seeds of this concept in the boys.'Trust me boys, learn your lesson the first time or you will have the issue re-visit you again and again'. I use these times during these life lessons as teaching moments. It helps them to not wallow in the poor me mode (the pity party must be brief) and focus on what they are supposed to be learning from the given situation. Some are more significant lessons that need to be learned, while others are the smaller irritating ones of teenage boys growing up learning life skills.
It is my experience when raising kids, there are lessons being learned left and right. I look at difficult decisions keeping 10-10-10 in mind. The concept allows me the ability to make decisions with far less deliberation. I think of times where the boys acted as though it was THE MOST IMPORTANT thing.... yeah, not really. When you project out 10 minutes, yes, they will be upset, 10 months, probably not, 10 years, not a chance they will even remember.
The issue arises when the lesson has not been learned. When you being to feel like you are having a Groundhog day moment. You know what I mean, you are thinking to yourself, or maybe verbalizing out loud, 'you've gotta be kidding me'. Again? As parents we have all been there. It is not a comfortable place to be. As far as the kids, I don't know if they see it as the same lesson coming back for another go at the lesson, or that they are simply in a crappy place.
I know that we all have been given 10-10-10 moments in life. Turning points that last far longer than 10 years. Moments that will stay in our gray matter until our last breath. They create who we are and what we become. I believe that these moments and how we learn and proceed mold us into the beings we are meant to be.
I welcome you to try 10-10-10, notice if it changes your decision making process.
All the best,
Mac
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
10,000 hours
In the fall of 2013 I was introduced to the author Malcom Gladwell. I had never read any of his books until last fall. Technically, with all the driving I was doing, I listened to him on audio book while shuttling boys.
The first book I listened to was Outliers. Amazing read if you haven't read. Among many topics that he writes about is the idea of 10,000 hours. That a person needs to dedicate 10,000 hours to a given sport, musical instrument etc. With those 10,000 hours comes honing of skills where a person could achieve a certain level of mastering or success.
I am a firm believer that some people are blessed with God given talent. Musically, there are prodigies. Athletically, there are people that walk this earth that can do amazing things without too much effort. For the rest of us, it takes time , patience, perseverance and more importantly a mindset to never give up.
So when looking at my own life, I think about how many hours I have worked with patients in physical therapy. I knew when I graduated back in 1999, I was new and had much to learn beside what I was taught in class and read in books. The real learning for me happened on the clinical floor. I have put in my 10,000 hours. Am I an expert? Heck no! But what I can tell you is that I am confident in what I have learned and know. I believe that when you stop learning you stop living. My dad always taught me that I should learn 3 new things each day.(Interesting to think about now as an adult..)
I too have been given a gift. This gift comes in the form of being able to communicate and connect with people. I have a true sense of my own calling at this point in my 44 years on this earth. I am here to help others, in whatever form that takes. Earlier in my life it manifested in physical therapy. Now, it is health/wellness coaching and yoga They all fall under the umbrella of making a positive difference in peoples lives.
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So today as I write this blog. We are coming to the close of football and water polo season. Mitchell has never played polo before this summer. He is a strong swimmer. He was on a huge learning curve in Agoura since most boys he is playing with have been playing as long as he has been swimming laps! It has been interesting to watch him develop and learn from coaches and other players. As a mother, I have had to remind him on a few occasions ,that he is playing with boys that have put in their hours.
Jack played football for the first time this year. As a mother, I really didn't want him to play. Jack on the other hand was all about the idea.... Steve thought it would be a good structured environment for him to learn about the game and accountability. Being the second to the smallest was tough as a mom to watch while he was on the line.. I knew I needed to learn from the experience as much as Jack.
So both my boys have put in hours in something new this year. Not even close to the magic 10,000 hours. As the season ends, it is the time where decisions need to be made about winter season. What sport will be next... Mitchell will continue with water polo in club until swim season begins for high school in the spring. Jack? Maybe water polo is next on his list of sports to try. He is more of a team sports kid... who knows, maybe being a lefty could be helpful.
Have you heard the song by Macklemore 10,000 hours?
Before Fall of 2013 I had never used the reference 10,000 hours in conversation. Now? you guessed it... plenty...
What have you done in your life for 10,000 hours?
Wishing you all the best,
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
apparently I am more traditional than I thought
I wrote this original blog in 2014.
I read it today and decided to repost for any who might not have read the first time around.
Many things have changed, yet many remain the same.
As I have grown and learned so much as a mom of highschool boys. The lessons have been a mix of laughable, painful but most of all memorable. I'm sure that there is plenty more in store, I'm just gonna get in the lazy river as best as I can and roll with whatever comes :)
Many of you might be able to relate.
I have been tossing around a few ideas to write about this week. I kept coming back to one general topic. Homecoming,traditions and emotions.
What I am realizing is that as a 46 year old woman and mother, I appreciate some of the traditions and chivalry that I had grown up with. I want to clarify some thoughts before I go further. First, I understand the circle of life. I understand that my boys are going to grow up and experience what life has to offer. This includes girlfriends, lovers and wives. Secondly, I also know that as a mother I am here on this earth to guide and teach them to be decent productive members of society.To borrow my 84 year old mom saying, "to launch them". To teach them about having a solid moral compass and demonstrate respect for women.
I have always told my boys to be kind to girls. I explained that as boys become interested in girls, they start doing things to gain the attention of these girls. Boys in general want ANY attention girls will give them be it positive or negative.
Typically, girls will remember the negative before they remember the positive.It is just the way the brain is wired. I always use Phil L. from 6th grade snapping my bra strap as my example. He probably was really nice to me but I will always think of the bra snapping incident first.
With that being said. I feel as though I had planted enough seeds about respect into Mitchell to be ready for homecoming. I also know that I have the fear of God in him about taking pictures that could haunt him later in life. That is a whole other blog entry. I am thankful I grew up before the internet ..... lets just say that....
In the days leading up to Homecoming, I was experiencing similar feelings to when he was getting on the bus the first day of middle school. He was going to come back a different boy. Some change was going to happen, one step further away from innocence.
Last Saturday Mitchell and I were in Santa Barbara at a water polo tournament for the day. We had time to discuss the idea of him going up to her door and meeting her father, shaking his hand firmly(just as my dad said should be done) and looking him in the eye. He was ready.
The texting began in the car ride home, she did not want him to come to the door. She didn't want him to meet her father. As a mom, it made my heart sink just a bit. I have to be honest. I wanted him to have that quintessential first date experience of meeting the parents, corsage , photos, dance..... clearly that was not happening...
We were able to get a few photos at the school before they were off into the sea of teenagers and loud music. My heart was a bit sad. Although I was happy for him, I knew he was going to get back into the car a different boy... Steve laughed and said how he was happy to see that Mitch had 'game'. I was a bit sick to my stomach and needed a glass of wine.
Steve posted on Facebook that he wanted to go full 'Damone' in the car while chauffeuring but played Physical Graffiti with a huge smile on his face....Maybe this is just a mom thing I was thinking.... What I didn't mention was the fact that 2 weeks earlier at the dinner table, Mitchell announced that he was planning on having his first kiss on Homecoming.... yup....it happened.
Now that a few days have passed. I am able to think about my sweet boy turning into a young man. I finally asked if he went 'full soap opera kiss'( you know what I mean,very dramatic) for the first time... he said no, it was a bit more awkward than he anticipated. It was a brief but meaningful exchange. The joking started pretty quickly,when Mitchell said ,' well, by the 23rd time' .....
Today as I am typing my thoughts for this blog. I am thankful that Mitchell is growing into an amazing young man. That he felt comfortable enough telling us us what his plans were, although it caught us all off guard that night at the kitchen table. I must acknowledge that we are doing something right with this parenting gig.
I know Mitchell is just the tip of our iceberg, we have two more in the wings waiting patiently for their turn. I am thankful for being able to witness these boys staking small steps forward shedding their innocence. I know I am not the first, plenty of mom's before me have experienced this same feeling. Here is to enjoying the high school years..
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I read it today and decided to repost for any who might not have read the first time around.
Many things have changed, yet many remain the same.
As I have grown and learned so much as a mom of highschool boys. The lessons have been a mix of laughable, painful but most of all memorable. I'm sure that there is plenty more in store, I'm just gonna get in the lazy river as best as I can and roll with whatever comes :)
Many of you might be able to relate.
I have been tossing around a few ideas to write about this week. I kept coming back to one general topic. Homecoming,traditions and emotions.
What I am realizing is that as a 46 year old woman and mother, I appreciate some of the traditions and chivalry that I had grown up with. I want to clarify some thoughts before I go further. First, I understand the circle of life. I understand that my boys are going to grow up and experience what life has to offer. This includes girlfriends, lovers and wives. Secondly, I also know that as a mother I am here on this earth to guide and teach them to be decent productive members of society.To borrow my 84 year old mom saying, "to launch them". To teach them about having a solid moral compass and demonstrate respect for women.
I have always told my boys to be kind to girls. I explained that as boys become interested in girls, they start doing things to gain the attention of these girls. Boys in general want ANY attention girls will give them be it positive or negative.
Typically, girls will remember the negative before they remember the positive.It is just the way the brain is wired. I always use Phil L. from 6th grade snapping my bra strap as my example. He probably was really nice to me but I will always think of the bra snapping incident first.
With that being said. I feel as though I had planted enough seeds about respect into Mitchell to be ready for homecoming. I also know that I have the fear of God in him about taking pictures that could haunt him later in life. That is a whole other blog entry. I am thankful I grew up before the internet ..... lets just say that....
In the days leading up to Homecoming, I was experiencing similar feelings to when he was getting on the bus the first day of middle school. He was going to come back a different boy. Some change was going to happen, one step further away from innocence.
Last Saturday Mitchell and I were in Santa Barbara at a water polo tournament for the day. We had time to discuss the idea of him going up to her door and meeting her father, shaking his hand firmly(just as my dad said should be done) and looking him in the eye. He was ready.
The texting began in the car ride home, she did not want him to come to the door. She didn't want him to meet her father. As a mom, it made my heart sink just a bit. I have to be honest. I wanted him to have that quintessential first date experience of meeting the parents, corsage , photos, dance..... clearly that was not happening...
We were able to get a few photos at the school before they were off into the sea of teenagers and loud music. My heart was a bit sad. Although I was happy for him, I knew he was going to get back into the car a different boy... Steve laughed and said how he was happy to see that Mitch had 'game'. I was a bit sick to my stomach and needed a glass of wine.
Steve posted on Facebook that he wanted to go full 'Damone' in the car while chauffeuring but played Physical Graffiti with a huge smile on his face....Maybe this is just a mom thing I was thinking.... What I didn't mention was the fact that 2 weeks earlier at the dinner table, Mitchell announced that he was planning on having his first kiss on Homecoming.... yup....it happened.
Now that a few days have passed. I am able to think about my sweet boy turning into a young man. I finally asked if he went 'full soap opera kiss'( you know what I mean,very dramatic) for the first time... he said no, it was a bit more awkward than he anticipated. It was a brief but meaningful exchange. The joking started pretty quickly,when Mitchell said ,' well, by the 23rd time' .....
Today as I am typing my thoughts for this blog. I am thankful that Mitchell is growing into an amazing young man. That he felt comfortable enough telling us us what his plans were, although it caught us all off guard that night at the kitchen table. I must acknowledge that we are doing something right with this parenting gig.
I know Mitchell is just the tip of our iceberg, we have two more in the wings waiting patiently for their turn. I am thankful for being able to witness these boys staking small steps forward shedding their innocence. I know I am not the first, plenty of mom's before me have experienced this same feeling. Here is to enjoying the high school years..
Tuesday, October 21, 2014
Getting in the lazy river
My original post from 2014...
Many things have changed since I originally wrote this post, but what remains the same is my belief system. I do believe that everything happens for a reason and getting in the lazy river is a perfect analogy some days...
Have you heard of the lazy river?
I'd like to tell you a funny story of the lazy river becoming a great analogy. For my 40th birthday, my two best girlfriends and I went to the Bahamas. We stayed at a very shwanky hotel that is part of The Atlantis. The story I am going to tell needs a disclaimer, many vodka tonics were consumed before and after this adventure, after all it was my 40th birthday.
We made the decision to float in the lazy river, sounded like a a great idea...
Once we settled into these giant tubes, the feeling of allowing the current to navigate you was very enjoyable. That was until the lazy river turned into roaring rapids!.... I look over and see Tiffany who is 6 feet tall getting thrashed around, then, FLIP OVER! she acted as though she was going to drown! All Cindy and I could manage to say was "stand up, stand up!" laughing hysterically.The water was maybe 3-4 feet deep at best.
As I think about this story today, it still makes me laugh at how dramatic she was! She was pissed her eye lashes were coming off and she lost an earring! All Cindy and I could do was belly laugh. I'm thankful I was able to get a few pictures...
So as I look at my schedule for tomorrow, I know there will be changes that will happen. I am aware that I must get in the lazy river and go with the flow. I know what comes before me is there for a reason. I simply must continue to have a good attitude and keep smiling.
Life is about perspective...
Tiffany thought she was drowning but at 6 feet tall, all she needed to do was stand up in the 3 feet of water.......
When life gets overwhelming, try getting in the lazy river friends...
have peace in knowing you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
all the best, mac
Many things have changed since I originally wrote this post, but what remains the same is my belief system. I do believe that everything happens for a reason and getting in the lazy river is a perfect analogy some days...
Have you heard of the lazy river?
I'd like to tell you a funny story of the lazy river becoming a great analogy. For my 40th birthday, my two best girlfriends and I went to the Bahamas. We stayed at a very shwanky hotel that is part of The Atlantis. The story I am going to tell needs a disclaimer, many vodka tonics were consumed before and after this adventure, after all it was my 40th birthday.
We made the decision to float in the lazy river, sounded like a a great idea...
Once we settled into these giant tubes, the feeling of allowing the current to navigate you was very enjoyable. That was until the lazy river turned into roaring rapids!.... I look over and see Tiffany who is 6 feet tall getting thrashed around, then, FLIP OVER! she acted as though she was going to drown! All Cindy and I could manage to say was "stand up, stand up!" laughing hysterically.The water was maybe 3-4 feet deep at best.
As I think about this story today, it still makes me laugh at how dramatic she was! She was pissed her eye lashes were coming off and she lost an earring! All Cindy and I could do was belly laugh. I'm thankful I was able to get a few pictures...
Tiffany was pissed that Cindy and I were not taking the pounding like she was. We kept saying 'go with the flow', don't fight the current! She ended up with scrapes on her elbows and knees from the ride.oh, and lashes were gone....
This morning I listened to a post a dear friend put on Facebook of the Leo King , an astrologer. He was speaking about a huge energy shift happening , how the heavens are making the shift to right the wrongs,or something to that effect. Lots more astrology lingo that I really didn't understand about planets/energy etc. What I took away from this video was that this week was going to get nuts, and just to hold on tight while the extreme energy makes the shift.The goal of keeping inner peace while everything else feels very off. It was interesting video to watch while I was sipping on my coffee waiting for the caffeine to kick in... I went on with starting my day, taking the boys to school.
Have you ever had those days, when things don't seem to go as planned, or even better, nothing is easy? You feel like a salmon swimming upstream.These are the days, I tell myself to get into the lazy river.... This week is showing itself (I know it is only Tues night) to be a lazy river kinda week. My days are typically scheduled, without much wiggle room. That is until days like this happen and all I can do is laugh and be thankful I have a good sense of humor about how my day unfolds. I will just say without going into detail, that my day was nothing like I had planned. I might also add, that not nearly as much was accomplished but plenty of energy was used trying.
I am a believer in Karma. The boys asked the other night why I don't honk at people that cut in front of me while I'm driving. I even go as far as to wish them a good day. The boys think I'm weird.I told them it isn't worth honking unless it could have caused an accident. They didn't understand... Then the teachings of Karma showed itself.... the car that had cut me off, got stuck and I continued moving forward and without any red lights while they were stuck in the thick of traffic far behind. I explained to the boys that was Karma in action. They thought it was luck and coincidence, I begged to differ.
So as I look at my schedule for tomorrow, I know there will be changes that will happen. I am aware that I must get in the lazy river and go with the flow. I know what comes before me is there for a reason. I simply must continue to have a good attitude and keep smiling.
Life is about perspective...
Tiffany thought she was drowning but at 6 feet tall, all she needed to do was stand up in the 3 feet of water.......
When life gets overwhelming, try getting in the lazy river friends...
have peace in knowing you are exactly where you are supposed to be.
Friday, October 17, 2014
homecoming to freshman boy? = no planning
Homecoming is next weekend. Mitchell has asked a girl and she has said yes. We have been hearing from other boys about their crazy ways of asking girls to homecoming. I give these boys credit but I'm thinking, wow, they are setting the bar high for the rest of their high school years!
It is so interesting to witness how each boy has such different brains. Jack is my planner, he is packed 2 weeks before we go on a trip. He was dressed for his Bar Mitzvah 3 hours before he had to leave. Mitchell, well, planning is not his strongest attribute at the moment. I cross my fingers that as his frontal lobe matures certain things , like planning, executive function type activities become more second nature...
This next week should be interesting to see how this unfolds. The family truckster will be cleaned and ready to go just in case..... Maybe I could find a chauffeur hat.....
My Mitchell didn't go for any of the hoopla, he went right up and looked into her eyes and asked. He did say he was yelling a bit because he was so nervous....
So why the blog you ask? Well, as some of you know, Mitchell is my absent minded professor. He is so in the moment, he hasn't thought about the next phase, planning. I explained to him that he needs some information. Basics..
- is he going with a group of friends, if so, who?
- how is he getting to the dance? are we driving?
- what color is Sofia wearing so he can coordinate and buy a corsage
... I told him jokingly that the school asked for volunteers, the theme this year is "Galaxy" thought Steve and I could have a great time with that one. I told him I could get some Princess Leia hair, Steve could be Obi-Wan Kenobi and have a great time at the coat check in... he was not a fan of that idea....
Starting in Middle school, there have been meetings with the educators discussing the idea allowing kids to take responsibility, decrease the 'helicopter parent' mentality. I am a firm believer in allowing them to fly, with a net underneath just in case. As far as Homecoming goes, I would say let him figure it out, but I feel a bit bad for Sofia if he didn't have at least minimal things in place.
It is so interesting to witness how each boy has such different brains. Jack is my planner, he is packed 2 weeks before we go on a trip. He was dressed for his Bar Mitzvah 3 hours before he had to leave. Mitchell, well, planning is not his strongest attribute at the moment. I cross my fingers that as his frontal lobe matures certain things , like planning, executive function type activities become more second nature...
This next week should be interesting to see how this unfolds. The family truckster will be cleaned and ready to go just in case..... Maybe I could find a chauffeur hat.....
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Wednesday, woke up with a grateful heart
Admittedly, these last few days have been a bit of a blur between tears. I woke up this morning with a grateful heart, not sure why. I looked outside the front windows and saw this amazing light on the trees. I then remembered, God is always in control. Trust and look for him, he is always there.
What I have always said is that MN has different beauty than CA. This was an MN sun/light/dark clouds moment happening outside our cozy bungalow.
I appreciate all the kind words and messages that have been sent over the last couple of days. Please know I have read them all. I have been processing the grief and allowing the feeling to be. My friend Dee wrote a message that really hit home, made me cry instantly. It made me recognize yet again, how amazing the people you have in your life really are. Even in the darkest times there are silver linings.These silver linings come in so many different forms, when you begin to open up and allow yourself to view things from a different mind set, you can see them clearly.
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I received this in the mail yesterday from Robin Rogers and let me tell you, it made my day. Here is the beautiful part about the whole thing, she had probably mailed this before anything had happened, yet I received this exactly when I needed it the most, last night.
I go back to my original blog and using my favorite Andy Grammer song, Keep your head up. It really is true, Only rainbows after rain, the sun will always come again.
So today, I am seeing the 'rainbows' so if you follow my Bliss with Mac on Instagram or Facebook accounts, please know you might be seeing not only my daily 3 of gratitude, there might be more pictures of my 'rainbows'
Wishing you all the shift to see your own 'rainbows' today
Peace,
mac
What I have always said is that MN has different beauty than CA. This was an MN sun/light/dark clouds moment happening outside our cozy bungalow.
I appreciate all the kind words and messages that have been sent over the last couple of days. Please know I have read them all. I have been processing the grief and allowing the feeling to be. My friend Dee wrote a message that really hit home, made me cry instantly. It made me recognize yet again, how amazing the people you have in your life really are. Even in the darkest times there are silver linings.These silver linings come in so many different forms, when you begin to open up and allow yourself to view things from a different mind set, you can see them clearly.
I go back to my original blog and using my favorite Andy Grammer song, Keep your head up. It really is true, Only rainbows after rain, the sun will always come again.
So today, I am seeing the 'rainbows' so if you follow my Bliss with Mac on Instagram or Facebook accounts, please know you might be seeing not only my daily 3 of gratitude, there might be more pictures of my 'rainbows'
Wishing you all the shift to see your own 'rainbows' today
Peace,
mac
Monday, October 13, 2014
Where to begin this blog
Yesterday I lost a dear friend. Her name was Coco Bella, she was our 6 year old chocolate lab. She was never a very healthy dog, Addison's, hypothyroid, seizures, hip dysplasia. But, at the end of the day, she brought light and love into my heart every single day. She chose yesterday to simply go underneath our couch and move to the other side of the rainbow.
In all honesty, I was a hot mess yesterday.It was a bit surreal. Anyone who has lost a family animal member knows what we are going through. I'm still trying to get used to not having her here. My heart aches for our other pup Finn who keeps looking around for her. He is on heightened alert, checking on the boys frequently.
The boys are going through their own grieving process. I know logically with time, the pain subsides. I also know and tell others, that when feelings like these occur, to think of them as house guests that you really don't want to stay. Be kind, knowing in the back of your head they are not staying forever.So I am doing as I remind others of, allowing the feeling to come and know they will be staying for only a short time like an unwelcome house guest.
So today is a new day, a day of transition. The boys had the day off school so sleeping was high on the priority level. I decided that today was a great day to juice up some tasty green drink. A cleansing of sorts. I figure I was clearing my emotions out ,I might as well do some internal cleansing as well.
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I have found that some juicing recipes are really heavy on the fruit thus sugar. This particular favorite of mine has: kale, spinach,romaine celery, Meyer Lemons (if available) and apples.
So today, as I am wrapping my head around the fact that my coco bella isn't among us, I know she is a happy pup swimming and running around on the other side of the rainbow. I believe that Dr. Seuss said it best
Thank you Coco Bella for choosing us 6 years ago. You will be missed .
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In all honesty, I was a hot mess yesterday.It was a bit surreal. Anyone who has lost a family animal member knows what we are going through. I'm still trying to get used to not having her here. My heart aches for our other pup Finn who keeps looking around for her. He is on heightened alert, checking on the boys frequently.
The boys are going through their own grieving process. I know logically with time, the pain subsides. I also know and tell others, that when feelings like these occur, to think of them as house guests that you really don't want to stay. Be kind, knowing in the back of your head they are not staying forever.So I am doing as I remind others of, allowing the feeling to come and know they will be staying for only a short time like an unwelcome house guest.
So today is a new day, a day of transition. The boys had the day off school so sleeping was high on the priority level. I decided that today was a great day to juice up some tasty green drink. A cleansing of sorts. I figure I was clearing my emotions out ,I might as well do some internal cleansing as well.
I have found that some juicing recipes are really heavy on the fruit thus sugar. This particular favorite of mine has: kale, spinach,romaine celery, Meyer Lemons (if available) and apples.
So today, as I am wrapping my head around the fact that my coco bella isn't among us, I know she is a happy pup swimming and running around on the other side of the rainbow. I believe that Dr. Seuss said it best
Thank you Coco Bella for choosing us 6 years ago. You will be missed .
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