I think we need to learn to celebrate our awesomeness! Those moments when we find ourselves being, well, awesome.
I just had one.
We had some new friends over this afternoon and I decided to bake brownies. But I didn’t taste a brownie before I served them (wheat allergies). Everyone ate them and seemed to enjoy…or so I thought.
In an effort to be kind, I packed up the remaining brownies, handed them to the four-year-old daughter and asked, “Do you want to take these with you?”
The most adorable little girl nodded yes!
I was awesome.
Until Leif looked at me with the what-are-you-doing-glance?
After our new friends drove away, Leif explained that the brownies tasted like bricks. Dry as the desert. Hard as a stone. Everyone was gracious, including the young boy who announced, “Look mom! They don’t even soften in milk!”
Somehow I missed that. And I sent rock hard brownies home with guests.
Yep. I’m awesome.
How about you?
*Photo courtesy of here
Yes, I find that I am “awesome” alot of the time! Thanks for the celebration!
Oh yes. I am awesome. I have a persistent case of out-of-sight out-of-mind that includes a case of forgetting-something-important-at-the-critical moment.
An everyday example: The lid on my washer must be closed for the machine to fill with water. For weeks I would put in the soap, start the machine, walk out of the room to do something while it filled, and then never add the clothes. I had to purchase a timer.
An example of the latter: If I have something critical to do during the day, particularly of an interpersonal nature (like wishing someone happy birthday, or remembering to pass along an important message), I regularly remember all throughout the day and then when I finally see the person (or have the opportunity to call), I forget. The worst part is this pattern seems to be on repeat so that I can go for days without delivering a message. I think I need to start setting a timer for these things too.
Yes, I am awesome.