I Love Life

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Even though its super crappy sometimes - I love life. Life in general. The little oddities of it, the bumps and bruises, the surprises and serendipity.
I love that despite the fact its not where I ever dreamed I would be at 36, who I am becoming is who I am supposed to be.
I love that I have crazy adventures to tell, and that I'm mellowing as I age, I'm nicer and more patient and that I can sometimes physically feel myself becoming stronger.

A tiny example of why I am facinated by lifes journey: Tonight I was walking down the hallway at camp in my winter outdoor running gear (those last five words are themselves are mind boggling). I had a little burst of "What the ...?" Who knew that when I worked for X (company I just found out through cyber security training that I'm not supposed to post its name on any social network - oops) that I would be running with two of the UK engineers, in sub-zero temperatures, in Northern Alberta, seven years later?

Annnd ... just to add to the mix - who knew I'd like it?!

Its a little unconvential, these decisions I've made to land me right here / right now. But theres a little voice (and permanent ink on my foot) that reminds me that just as God promised in Jeremiah 31 that they would adorn themselves with tambourines and go forth in the dance of the merrymakers - that these little moments are reminders to me that not only will "She once again dance", but that I am once again dancing.

 xo LMac xo

The Anatomy of a Photo Shoot with Nate

So I wanted a picture with one of the cutest kids I know, nephew Nate.
However, he was busy and attaining his attention for a quick photo proved challenging.

Hey Nate.

Hey Nate.

He said something cheeky, I reacted.

I think he is saying "just wait". So I'm waiting.

He looks up, but I'm not at the ball, and I miss my opportunity.

He fake smiles, and I still miss my chance.

Annnnd, we both fake smile - this exercise was no longer worth the energy exerted.

He said something else and I genuinely laugh.

And he remains one of the cutest kid I've ever come across.

The Trouble with Cherry Tomatoes

Is that you are happily snacking on them, and one of them is rotten, by the time you find out its, its too late ...

Personal experience. 10 minutes ago. And I was too lazy to get up off my butt and dispose of it, so I pushed through. Perseverance is key in managing rotten tomatoes. Keep chewing and know that in 10 seconds its gonna be better. All you have to do is chase it with another one and hope it too, is not rotten.

Thats it. Thats all I have to say today. Except that I'm going to Montreal tomorrow and I'm beyond excited.

Cheers, LMac