Renovation of Thoughts

A man dies still if he has done nothing, as one who has done much.

Homer (900 BC-800 BC)

Good Monday to you all! Busy weekend for me. Baked, iced, cleaned and time to begin it all again! Love it!
Will make the sleigh cake differently next time! Needs to be hollowed out! And Petit Fours won't work on the cake! Lessons learned!

As I still work toward building my business in the Northwest Austin area, I find that with all of the change of having moved from Wise County, Texas, to Williamson County, Texas, it also brings on change of thoughts. Living in the city is a process. Being a country girl since age 11, this move to city life, at 43, is somewhat of a daily project. For cryin' out loud, the leaf blowers down here used those machines to blow the loose leaves from the trees! Then they proceeded to move the leaves to Timbuktu with same said machines. Can't a gal get some sleep. Don't they know I was up 'til 4:30 the night before working on icing! And, the reason it was quiet from upstairs for the first two weeks, people just moved in this week. Oh well, I haven't been turned in for dancing around the apartment to "Hillbilly Bone" by Trace Adkins and Blake Shelton (just be glad I did not insert a video of me dancing - HAH!). Listen here

As I posted last week, the driving around has been a bit different, too. Back in high school, I was "The Blue Streak" (dubbed such by Monty N. and others) due to the truck I drove and the speed at which I gained  mileage. Here, a few decades, tickets, and a lot of insurance money later, speed is not my thing! Gettin' there is! Here's to the 45 mph side/access roads, which are called "feeders" down here. And, then there is a De Salle road. I pronounce it like the explorer's name, but I can't even write the pronunciation phonetically...let's just say, I now sound like a "foreigner." Makes traveling and directions a bit tougher!

Not to conform, as that is the one thing I could never do well...that word still gets stuck in my gullet, there are some things I can change. By the way, my God has a sense of humor with acceptance greater than my own, so I speak and write pretty much as the thoughts are in my head. I have learned that (been told, actually) not to worry about what others think...they have delete button and they can "de-friend" me if they don't like it. (Thanks Monique and Denise!)

The word I choose to represent that through which I am meandering (thanks Daddy for that term!) I must renovate. And I choose the second entry for this transitive verb! (Hah! Transitive - to move, another blog entry)


According to Merriam-Webster (online):

Etymology: Latin renovatus, past participle of renovare, from re- + novare to make new, from novus new

Date: circa 1522

2 : to restore to life, vigor, or activity 

In order to restore my life, my vigor, and my activity, I must change my thoughts...some. I am always going to be the me as I was intended by God. Well, that me managed to find herself under a rug and the loss of oxygen was life threatening.  


Upward and onward ( I have never used that phrase, LOL)! After a blessed kick in the pants, and some very special people I can renovate my EVERYTHING. There is a book, Fortunately by Remy Charlip, in which in order to get to a party, the main character goes through a few "unfortunate" mishaps. The book inspires me to look at the mishaps as part of the path which I must travel to get to the party! I love parties!

All of the unfortunates in life can lead to the fortunates if I am willing to listen, learn, and work. I hear tell that if I can keep my mouth shut long enough my ears may hear something important. Keeping my mouth shut is a trial, but I learn to listen. Stories of the past, from family and those I meet daily, assist in my learning. Working allows me to exercise my mind, to grow and to improve my new found talents. 

Homer's quote backs up that, regardless of my actions, there will come a time I will be no more. So, what to do, what to do...well, I want my existence to leave a mark (in a positive manner). Let the training begin. Stretching out the brain cells, the cognition of my being and though I feel like a 360 pound person (used to be, not now) running a marathon...a little too much jiggling...NOT gonna happen, I will at least work out today.


What I want to do is to make the move from my country home to my city apartment all a part of "okay." That means work on my part. Work is not just a physical act, it encompasses thinking. Now, from time-to-time, thinking can be painful. The painful part of thinking is when I think I am in control. I am not. Hard to imagine, yeah, right, but I must relinquish control on a daily basis in order to maintain my being. Growing up, I thought I was supposed to control everything...that is what grown-ups do, right? Well, yeah, and that is what gets them into trouble. Key thing here is to whom does the control belong? God. 

So, I begin today with "Thy will be done, not mine." Simple and from my own mouth this time." Let my work honor You, God. And, let the mark I leave, be a good one." (And, as Ralphie dreamed of his essay, I want an A+++! -still looking for approval...Damn!) Good thing God gets me and my humor! 


Thanks for reading this morning!