Old vs. New

Today is not really anything special as far as the day or date. But today happens to be my 100th post. Now everyone stopping cheering.
Not a big deal. I know this.
I just thought, cool, 100. That's like a lot. Right? It's the Number Nirvana in a D's world. It's a nice round number. It's a kick ass bill to receive, hell, even See.

And so it is.
My 100th post.
Woo. Hoo.
Hooray.

And guess what? I gots nuttin'. Nope. Nada.
No pictures. No Tweepage Seepage. No rants. No links.
N A D A.
Easy now, I've been working Really hard on this. Restraint is actually one thing I am good at. Well, truly it depends on what I am restraining from.

But (isn't there Always) I do have a quick insight.
Well I gotta tie in the title somehow. Patience is a virtue.
Yeah know, cause it took forever for me to get to this part.

I don't really see or feel a new me. I do see an old me. I am glad I don't feel the old me. ::::shivers::::
In many areas I have come a long way. A Long Way. I've learned a lot from the old and just try to move forward. Some of the forwardness is new. Some of it familiar. Some fun. Some sad.
Well, well. Sounds like life doesn't it.

That's just it. It's life. Life moves forward whether we tag along or not. Whether we choose to go for the new ride or stick to the comforts of the old.

New technology is exciting, once all the kinks are worked out. But really, with most things in life, the kinks are never truly worked out. I see it as, they are smoothed out, worked in, they settle.
I, on the other hand, never settle. I get comfortable in some areas but I have never seen myself as a settler.

Old technology can be learned from. Like old mistakes or old selves. We evolve. We learn. We move on. Then again old technology can be exciting too. Remember when? It's good to look back, see where you were, where you wanted to go and where you ended up. It's endless. This cycle of old vs. new. It does not stop. Life does not stop.

I love that. It's a journey. I am constantly learning. It brings me joy that there is so much I don't know. It brings me joy when a flower blooms or the moon hangs low. It puts a smile on my face when my cat purrs at my voice or touch. It fills me with love when my niece reaches for me or my nephews smile at me. And each day I try to remember this. What brings me joy -- those unexpected things that so many expect, think they deserve. Two words I despise. I don't expect. I learned a long time ago to not expect. If I want it, I go for it. I don't think I deserve this or that. I just constantly strive to be. Just be. Being is wonderful in its simplicity. Yet another thing I strive for. Simplicity. No expectations.

Those two ways of how I strive to be is what brings joy to me each day. Simply no expectations. It is not easy. I have my days when it is so hard to just breathe. Just so hard. But not expecting those things we think will just happen because they always do; the sun coming up, the moon rising, the cat purring, the smiles and love from family -- not expecting can bring such simple joy, amazing freedom.

And on this 100th post I decided to write about striving to just be. Not be anything people expect. Not be anything others have described me as or think I am. To exclude all labels, all names, all things.

Just Be.

Happy 4th!

A little bit of Smirnoff just might be consumed tomorrow.
A whole lotta those fresh veggies will most definitely be consumed.
Along with enjoying the company of family.

Not only are we celebrating our Country but my family and I will be celebrating the twins First -- Happy 1st Birthday Adison and Liam!!! (today is the official day) but also Cameron's 10th and Congratulations to my sister and her soon to be wife (I said it, I wrote it, get over it! Life is too short! Celebrate Love!) on their new house!

Party party party!

Happy 4th to you all!
Party hearty and be safe.

Barefoot?

Who? Where? When?
Outside of the bed or shower??

Oh. No. You. Didn't. (OMG email!)

I hardly ever go barefoot. It was drilled into my head as a kid, Do Not Go Barefoot, EVER.
Right.

As a kid, summer rain showers were the best. My sister, brother and I (quickly it became mainly my sister and I) would run outside into the rain, barefoot.
I love that feeling. The fresh, wet, long grass on my feet. It brings back so many great memories.
As I got older maybe once a year I would indulge in some wet, squishy goodness.

I have not done this in years.

My bare feet hit the kitchen floor and I feel naked. Weird but it just is that way for me.

So one Friday after my weekly (sometimes) trek to Subway for some Italian BMT goodness, I found myself tripping over my feet more than usual. Hmph. Weird. Whatever. Are you awake yet?? It's Past lunchtime. Sheesh.

One my way out the door I practically fall over. Hoping no one saw my trip-up, knowing I always have a comeback, I made it to my car. I climbed in and looked down. The strap was out of the flip flop. This flop did not lose it's flip, it lost it's strap. Dang. That sucks. Well I have not bought a new pair this season (it's almost July, what'cha waitin' for??!!). So I decided a quick trip to Rite Aid is in order. The other Pharmacy, Kinney's, has just not had what I like. Walmart either.

So I get into the parking lot of the Rite Aid and put the strap back in, reminding myself to not flip the flop so much, I have to get in and out of the store. And then I see them. Of course they are not the right size but I don't care. They are perfect.

seriously need to do something about this rug

I love them. They just make me smile. Good colors and look at that, a butterfly. How nice.

I buy them and make my way outside. The strap is about out again of the old flip flops. Of which I had a moment of sadness parting with. I've had them for about 2 years. Their sister is hot pink and black, these - teal and black. So it's fitting the new pair have the same color scheme. I did not have my camera with me, so a parting shot was not in the cards. I took them off and threw them out. Uh, now what? Walk to the car (about 30 feet) in bare feet?? O. M. G. Heavens, No girl, you mustn't!

Right-o.

I put my chin in the air and I took a short, barefoot, hot pavement, wow this feels weird walk to my car. Man oh man. It. Felt. GArate!

Once I got in my car I proceeded to put the new flip flops on. How sweet it was though, being totally barefoot without a care in the world. Of course I checked my feet, nothing wrong there, nothing sticking in them, out of them, nothing. All is right in the world.

I got home and took more pictures of them (they are just so pretty!) before I had my meal. Priorities can get wonky when a new shiny thing is in front of your eyes. Uh huh.

Ahhh, cameras, capturing lifes little moments so as to bore others with them. How sweet.