Life Lessons I Learned From my Daddy

Today, my Daddy would have been 54. Not a day goes by that my heart doesn't ache for him, but it's days like today that make it almost unbearable. Instead of reflecting on the grief, today I choose to celebrate the amazing man I called Daddy. The older I get, the more I realize just how much he shaped who I am today.

Today, I choose to focus on all the ways he changed my life, both directly and indirectly. Today, I choose to talk about the life lessons I learned from my daddy - some because he told me, some because he showed me, and others I've come to realize since I lost him four years ago. 

 

Don't forget to put the plug in the boat

Be there for those you love in good times and bad. Make the effort to travel to weddings, funerals, and births. Big life events require big live hugs. If you miss these moments, it could forever change the course of their life. 

When you have been through a tough time or two, you start to realize you are more resilient than you thought and no matter what happens, you can - and will - go on.

A hand shake and your word mean everything.

Be proud of your humble beginnings. Use them to work hard and build a good life for yourself and your family.

Work hard, but family comes first.

Being a Georgia sportsfan is heartbreaking and one of the cruelest things a person can do to him/herself. Do it anyway. (Shout out to the Bulldogs, Falcons, and Braves who have collectively broken more Georgians hearts than I can even imagine.)

How to change a tire and check the oil. They're important skills, even for a girl.

Vote.

Don't tell mom.

You're never too old to be Daddy's little girl. 

How to treat people with respect, even if they can't help you get something done.

Always be on time. Being late is disrespectful.

Always have a plan. 

Be tough, be firm, and always stand up for what you believe in.

Hard work pays off.

Always say "I love you" to those you love. Even if you think they know, they need to hear it. Don't leave words unsaid. 

 

 

Why I'm Ridiculously Happy

Football season is here. No further explanation needed.

Remember when I shared my Dirty Little Secret? Well, DCC is back and I could not possibly be any more excited about it. Am I watching it weekly? Of course. Am I hoarding the entire season on my DVR so I can marathon watch it in a couple months? Absolutely.

After a few business meetings and a lot of discussion and evaluation, I am finally feeling inspired and confident in the direction my new business project will be taking. I struggle with having all these big ideas and then narrowing them down to implement and execute them. I finally feel as though I've tapped into what it needs to be and am moving in the right direction. (More to come on this topic in the coming weeks.)

I'm finally starting to feel as though there is light at the end of the tunnel in our remodel. We aren't finished - not even close, but I finally have a kitchen that is fully functional (and oh, so pretty). Downstairs walls are (mostly) painted. Most of the downstairs (minus the work we need to put into the stairs) needs only lighting and flooring. It's so nice to be able to breathe when looking back to the chaos that we were living in since April. I'll finally be able to start sharing updates with you guys this month and that? Makes me super happy.

Fall is just around the corner. Dark nail polish, fall clothes and accessories, colorful leaves, the smell of autumn. Dreaming of it is what's getting me through these unbearably humid 100 degree Central Alabama days. 

 

 

Sometimes You Just Need to Be Reminded

 

I could give you a million reasons why I haven't been blogging - all of them accurate, all of them excuses. The bottom line is this: I haven't felt creative. I haven't felt inspired. I've just been...blah.

I could blame it on family things, outside obligations / volunteer commitments, The Great Remodel That's Going to Kill Us All, side projects / business. I'm sure they all contribute, but I'm not sure any of them are the root cause.

I think I've just needed a break.

I've just needed to take some time and be quiet.

I've needed to mourn various things (some serious, some related to the loss of control over hair styling in the Deep South Summer Humidity).

I've need to recoup. 

I've needed to wait until I felt creative and inspired again. 

That used to make me feel like I was failing, like something was wrong with me.

But I'm starting to learn that it's okay to take a break when you need one. From blogging, from social media, from life. And it's okay to not make excuses to others when you do.

Sometimes you just need to be reminded of that.

That said, I have some fun posts planned in the coming weeks, including renovation updates (finally with pictures!), some fun new recipes (most with cheese, because you know me and you know I believe that cheese is life), and some all-around updates / thoughts / confessions.

I've missed y'all!