As I was driving home from Houston this afternoon/evening, I saw a billboard with a picture of Cinderella next to a little girl in a booster/car seat with a caption that said something like, "Always look for the perfect fit."
For some reason, that totally struck a chord with me...because (it seems) I've always been about the wrong fit. I march to the beat of my own drum, and I'm good with that, but I seem to keep filling my life with people who are not a perfect fit. They're just not. There are a lot of near perfect fits or fits I thought I could live with, but I really can't.
As I drove home, I started thinking about the conversation my sister and I had while on our walk yesterday. We were actually talking about how so many people settle, and why that's one of the reasons I don't even bother looking to find someone to settle for. Because I don't want to settle. I'd rather be the best me I can be by myself than ever settle for something less than a perfect fit.
In other exciting news, I made tortilla soup for my dad after his mouth surgery yesterday. He can't chew, so I stuck a serving in his Ninja blender thingy and turned it the color of pumpkin soup as it pureed the heck out of the soup. I chopped some avocado, added some grated cheese, and he was a happy camper!
I'm so grateful that I was able to be there with him this weekend to help him out. I wish we had been able to get more accomplished on getting his house in order, but I know that will sort itself out...hopefully between now and November 22.
Have I mentioned (lately) just how much I love Thanksgiving? I just enjoy spending time with all of the family so much, and there's never a dull moment...except when everyone is in a turkey coma. I've always said that once someone (an "outsider" if you will) comes to one of our Thanksgiving celebrations, they're ruined for life and they'll never want to go anywhere else. It seems to be true. Just talking to my sister about the menu and who's bringing what (I'm particularly excited to try a butternut squash risotto, which will be making it's debut this year) makes my heart happy.
Before I left my dad's today, I set the boys' room up for them. I'm so excited that they'll have their own space to go to...and even more excited that I won't have to share a couch anymore! When my dad was living in a one bedroom apartment, if both boys came to Houston with me, I had to share the couch with one of them, while the other slept on a "bed" which doubled as a chair and a half and an ottoman pushed together.
I know this week is going to fly by... I have a ton of deadlines for school, we have play dates at the park, Thanksgiving feasts at school, and of course I have to pack. We're going to have some interesting meals this week, as I go through anything that might go bad if it's left for a week. My poor kids!
Aubs
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