My 6 year old LOVES the color yellow. He has yellow headphones, a yellow tablet case, and even sports yellow Crocs.
As we did some room re-arranging at our home, he inherited his sister’s old room. When we built our home a number of years ago, my daughter selected pink and purple for the walls and those just weren’t going to suite the room’s newest inhabitant. His wall colors were to be yellow (of course), blue, and gray with outer space decorations. (It was going to be out-of-this-world.)
My son insisted that he wanted yellow sheets for his new bedding.
I searched for yellow sheets. It is not possible to find yellow sheets. (Most people associate yellowed sheets with bed wetting.) Amazon, Target, Walmart, Bed Bath and Beyond, T.J.Maxx… no one could help me.
So I did what any loving mother would do. I dyed white sheets yellow.
My husband told me I was crazy. I told him to not mess with me or I would dye his sheets yellow too.
The end result was not perfectly, evenly yellow, but I had a little boy who was very happy.
So while his yellow sheets may have been a bold design choice, I hope he always remembers the brazen acceptance of his vision and how happy it made him to bring that vision to reality.
As you make your way through the day, I hope you too will find ways to make bold choices and accept the dynamic decisions of those you love. Let the colorful courage be something that not only brightens the situation but charges the positivity and purpose in your day.
By: Melanie A. Peters
P.S. I did not encourage him to yellow the sheets by any other means. They are yellow enough.
“A good laugh and a long sleep are the two best cures for anything.” – Irish proverb
Exhaustion is not something that is new to most of us. Finding time to rest is tough too, but finding time to laugh with friends can be tougher.
Recently some friend and I did find time to be together. (It was our third attempt in four months for a girls’ night. Life is just too full.)
In the brief hours we were together, we enjoyed food, drink, and conversation. The best part was that with each drink, bite, and topic discussed we laughed.
That night I went to bed with a smile on my face and the evening’s antics running through my mind. The normal worry and weight of my day was not there and I slept.
I slept REALLY well.
The next day dawned brighter and I felt recharged. That laughter and rest were definitely what the doctor ordered. So here’s my prescription for you.
Make laughter happen. Find time to relax. For best possible results add laughter followed by rest. You’ll be glad you did.
By: Melanie A. Peters
P.S. I am not a real doctor, nor do I play one on television.
15 years ago I began teaching at Linn High School, and so frequently was my teaching style compared to yours, that I was scared to tell others what I was doing in the classroom for fear of failing the very high expectations set by your example.
Sue just hanging out in Egypt.
As time has gone by, I have had the honor of not only getting to meet you but to teach some of your grandchildren and to enjoy the stories of your travels via your fabulous Facebook posts. I have watched you bounce back from the loss of your amazing husband and become a Renaissance woman with your hunting and handy-woman skills. (You use a chain saw!)
Sue, I would love to have a lunch with you because I believe you have some seriously powerful messages to share.
What is it that inspires you to choose the destinations of your trips? What do you remember or miss most from teaching? What lesson did you hope ALL of your students would learn from your classes? What do you hope to teach those you encounter today? Where do you get the ammunition for all the rodents you exterminate? What is your next handy-woman project?Have you written a book? Are you going to write a book? Coffee or tea?
These are just a few of the things I would love to speak about with you. My goal with Intentergy is to bring positive purpose to the day, and I know you will be a wonderful resource for me to tap into and charge some ideas for inspiration and ingenuity.
So, it is with extreme trepidation and excitement that I ask, Sue Gelven, will you please have lunch with me?
Melanie A. Peters
Lara and Sue
P.S. Sue’s beautiful daughter (and my friend) Lara graciously let me use her photos for this post. Thank you, Lara!
Have you ever felt like you are waiting to be whacked each time you get up in the morning? Is the day gonna be a pain free, pop out of bed kind of day OR is there a fluff-covered hammer coming at you?
I feel like a whacked mole frequently.
If it isn’t my kids hating every effort I make to give them a happy childhood, it is my husband who just doesn’t get why I need to worry about my endless list of concerns, or it is the cranky guy at the gas station who doesn’t think I know how to put air in my own car tires. (He really deflates me.)
Here’s the deal. Whack-a-mole is a game. It is a game of chance (just like life).
We are always going to be the mole blindsided by a whack or taking a risk to enjoy the time when that hammer doesn’t come down. Sometimes, we are the ones wielding the whacks on the other unsuspecting adventurers. Whatever the case may be, we all have the potential to be a mole in this wacky world.
The silver lining is that the Whack-a-mole game of life gives us some special rules and opportunities. Continue reading “Whack-a-mole Mentality”
The last post that I fully drafted and shared on Intentegy was on February 28th. That was 110 days ago. So for almost a third of this year, I have not shared my Intentergy on this site. (YIKES!)
That’s okay because it’s never healthy to pour from an empty cup.
Each day life has a way of filling us up and draining all we have in one foul swoop. My days, while not all foul, definitely took a lot out of me.
This spring I witnessed, worked through, and experienced many powerful things and survived a number of challenges. Through all of the moments, minutes, hours, and weeks of existing, I continued to gather inspiration for writing, but failed to scrape together time to write.
For my absence I apologize. What I won’t apologize for is saying “No” to writing during this time. My cup was just too empty to eek out a weak post. As a reader, your time is too valuable for me to do that. Continue reading “Pouring From an Empty Cup…”
While I haven’t posted in the last month and a half, I do still exist.
Life has just been offering more experiences and adventures than time to write about them.
Please be reassured that I am gearing up for some super positive posts and recharging my blog focus for some fun story sharing.
Life has provided some terrific lessons through traveling on a dream vacation, teaching some tremendous individuals, coaching some squirrels (also known as 8 year-olds), reading some mind-blowing books, and innumerable expressions of faith through #HopeforHayden and the Lenten season.
Friends, I hope you have all been experiencing growth and new beginnings this spring, but just as I have felt the crunch of summer careening our way, I am certain you have all felt your own springtime stressors. Please remember to be kind to yourselves and those you encounter. We can’t pour from our own empty cup and we never know what troubles are taking their toll on the person next to us.
May some positivity pop up in your day and may the lessons blooming in your world bring peace, joy, and strength.
By: Melanie A. Peters
P.S. If anyone is interested in helping grade a few research papers, shoot me a message.
“You in Print = Your Imprint” is a presentation on how to add positivity and organization to your life through journaling and social media.
Join us at the Osage County Library in Linn, Mo from 5:30-6:45 p.m.and get your Intentergy on!
“Be stronger than your strongest excuse.”
Some of my most amusing moments as an educator have occurred because of excuses my students have given for not doing their work. It’s funny how their minds work and what reasons they think will get them out of a pinch.
One industrious young lady gave the excuse that she had to “cut her dad’s hair” preventing her from doing her homework. This same student later used the excuse that she had to “rearrange her living room” and was just not able to do her assignment. Needless to say, her weak excuses reflected strongly in her poor final grade.
As I watch my own children try to wriggle their way out of chores and trouble, the excuses they give are amusing (most of the time). With each feeble argument, hubby and I try to use their sorry tales to teach them that excuses are not a way to build a strong stance.
As an adult, there are some people we just know will always have an excuse for not doing their job or fulfilling an obligation.
There is nothing worse that knowing you can’t count on someone. When someone always has an excuse for failing to pull their weight, they start to become dead weight pulling down the whole team.
Continue reading “Your Strongest Excuse is Weak – Thoughtful Thursday”