"A professor of philosophy stood before his class with some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly he picked up a large empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with rocks about two inches in diameter. He then asked the students if the jar was full.
They agreed that it was full.
So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly and watched as the pebbles rolled into the open areas between the rocks. The professor then asked the students again if the jar was full.
They chuckled and agreed that it was indeed full this time.
The professor picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. The sand filled the remaining open areas of the jar. “Now,” said the professor, “I want you to recognize that this jar signifies your life. The rocks are the truly important things, such as family, health and relationships. If all else was lost and only the rocks remained, your life would still be meaningful. The pebbles are the other things that matter in your life, such as work or school. The sand signifies the remaining “small stuff” and material possessions.
If you put sand into the jar first, there is no room for the rocks or the pebbles. The same can be applied to your lives. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are truly important.
Pay attention to the things in life that are critical to your happiness and well-being. Take time to get medical check-ups, play with your children, go for a run, write your grandmother a letter. There will always be time to go to work, clean the house, or fix the disposal. Take care of the rocks first – things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just pebbles and sand".
I found this the other day and I liked it. It is so true. I am putting it here so I can remember later on when I reread this blog.
Happy Monday!
18 June 2007
12 June 2007
Happy Times
We went to Mexico for the weekend. D's mom and sister came along. It was time for both families to meet. (Aaahhhhhhhhh!!!! I was so nervous!!!!!)
My mother was throwing me a shower on Saturday morning and my good friend D and her husband were also throwing another party on Saturday evening. And everything went great. I was indeed very nervous because I was traveling with David, and his mother and sister who left her family back home and I was concerned about Mexico, and safety, etc., etc., etc. But everything turned out beautifully.
First of all, David. He is so precious, he is just amazing. He calms me down, he is always very positive, he plays along, he says Yes to every one of my resquests, he is so tender, and loving; it was just a dream to have him there with me. When I showed him the wedding invitations, he got all excited in his own way, went speechless, and gave me a big hug.
Second, the families. D's mom and sister were wonderful. They were able to adapt to everything and deal with the different language, and just be there with us and be happy for us. My family was also great. Even my dad who, although not happy about D and I living together, was in his best behavior. My parents are so, so, so generous. The shower was just beautiful! It was very nice. Unfortunately, one of my brothers was not able to be there with us and my grandpa is not doing that well... That was a little bit sad.
Third, my friends back home. D and her husband threw this amazing party with Messsican music, and amazing food,and champagne, and a wedding cake with a bride and groom dolls on top! It was just unbelievable... It was so nice, it was really nice... It was very special that D and his family were there to see all this love.
And then we had to come home. I wish I could have everything in the same place: Austin, my family, my friends, my nephew, etc. But not. I am here in austin in front of my computer reading blogs and writing one when I should be working. So, let me get back to my work keeping in mind that the operative word now is ENJOY! That's it.... just enjoy these happy times.
My mother was throwing me a shower on Saturday morning and my good friend D and her husband were also throwing another party on Saturday evening. And everything went great. I was indeed very nervous because I was traveling with David, and his mother and sister who left her family back home and I was concerned about Mexico, and safety, etc., etc., etc. But everything turned out beautifully.
First of all, David. He is so precious, he is just amazing. He calms me down, he is always very positive, he plays along, he says Yes to every one of my resquests, he is so tender, and loving; it was just a dream to have him there with me. When I showed him the wedding invitations, he got all excited in his own way, went speechless, and gave me a big hug.
Second, the families. D's mom and sister were wonderful. They were able to adapt to everything and deal with the different language, and just be there with us and be happy for us. My family was also great. Even my dad who, although not happy about D and I living together, was in his best behavior. My parents are so, so, so generous. The shower was just beautiful! It was very nice. Unfortunately, one of my brothers was not able to be there with us and my grandpa is not doing that well... That was a little bit sad.
Third, my friends back home. D and her husband threw this amazing party with Messsican music, and amazing food,and champagne, and a wedding cake with a bride and groom dolls on top! It was just unbelievable... It was so nice, it was really nice... It was very special that D and his family were there to see all this love.
And then we had to come home. I wish I could have everything in the same place: Austin, my family, my friends, my nephew, etc. But not. I am here in austin in front of my computer reading blogs and writing one when I should be working. So, let me get back to my work keeping in mind that the operative word now is ENJOY! That's it.... just enjoy these happy times.
01 June 2007
Birthdays
It was D's birthday yesterday. It was his fourth birthday that I have been involved with (that was such a bad English structure, sorry). Time goes by so fast. And I still can't believe that I am marrying my upstairs neighbor. Three years ago I had this mini crush on my upstairs neighbor and now I will be marrying him in less than four months. Wow... Life is weird.
Three years ago also, for his birthday, I bought him a little cake because he was so cute, and he was sooooo thin. We were just neighbors and kind of friends.... And it was his birthday. It was a chocolate cheesecake. I didn't know at the time that his favorite cake was carrot cake and I didn't know either that that thinness was so easy to disappear. I got him a big carrot cake this time with a "Happy Birthday David" and these crazy candles that I found in a drawer here at home and that didn't want to stop burning. I was sure that the fire alarm was going to go off at the restaurant. But no, it didn't.
It was a fun birthday but I really wish that D and I could stay this old forever. I know that there is nothing better than aging gracefully and gratefully but ... really, really, I don't want to get old. And I don't want D to get old either. And, obviously, it's not really that I fear wrinkles and gray hair. I fear endings. I fear good-byes.
My grandfather is 90 years old. He won't be with us for a long time. Fortunately, he is in very good spirits and with no pain but he might not make it for the wedding. I am really sad about that. He was able to go to all of my cousins' weddings (the ones that have gotten married) and I am sad that he might not be with us for our wedding. It is so weird to think that he might not be there in a few months. He has always been such a strong figure in the family. He was always happy, and loud, and funny, and full of life. He was bigger than life (as they say in this country). And he still is but to a lesser degree, I think. He still calls me "güera" (blonde) because I live in the US. And he was always been so giving, so generous, so warm. I keep telling myself that if he has to go now, he lived ninety fantastic and plentiful years. But I don't like endings.
Someone very close to me (who knows my fear for endings) has tried to make me understand for the past two years that everything in life is transitory. That everything in nature is in continuous change; that plants, flowers, and animals are born and die. That everything that has life ends. And I understand that. I am not that dense. But... but... but... When I hear about the men and women that die in "the war" ... I mean. They're gone. My friend Maria Luisa died of cancer three years ago. She's no more, she's not talking, she's not painting, she's not laughing. And that is very sad.
Stop. Stop. Stop. This was about a birthday. And we had a good time last night.
Three years ago also, for his birthday, I bought him a little cake because he was so cute, and he was sooooo thin. We were just neighbors and kind of friends.... And it was his birthday. It was a chocolate cheesecake. I didn't know at the time that his favorite cake was carrot cake and I didn't know either that that thinness was so easy to disappear. I got him a big carrot cake this time with a "Happy Birthday David" and these crazy candles that I found in a drawer here at home and that didn't want to stop burning. I was sure that the fire alarm was going to go off at the restaurant. But no, it didn't.
It was a fun birthday but I really wish that D and I could stay this old forever. I know that there is nothing better than aging gracefully and gratefully but ... really, really, I don't want to get old. And I don't want D to get old either. And, obviously, it's not really that I fear wrinkles and gray hair. I fear endings. I fear good-byes.
My grandfather is 90 years old. He won't be with us for a long time. Fortunately, he is in very good spirits and with no pain but he might not make it for the wedding. I am really sad about that. He was able to go to all of my cousins' weddings (the ones that have gotten married) and I am sad that he might not be with us for our wedding. It is so weird to think that he might not be there in a few months. He has always been such a strong figure in the family. He was always happy, and loud, and funny, and full of life. He was bigger than life (as they say in this country). And he still is but to a lesser degree, I think. He still calls me "güera" (blonde) because I live in the US. And he was always been so giving, so generous, so warm. I keep telling myself that if he has to go now, he lived ninety fantastic and plentiful years. But I don't like endings.
Someone very close to me (who knows my fear for endings) has tried to make me understand for the past two years that everything in life is transitory. That everything in nature is in continuous change; that plants, flowers, and animals are born and die. That everything that has life ends. And I understand that. I am not that dense. But... but... but... When I hear about the men and women that die in "the war" ... I mean. They're gone. My friend Maria Luisa died of cancer three years ago. She's no more, she's not talking, she's not painting, she's not laughing. And that is very sad.
Stop. Stop. Stop. This was about a birthday. And we had a good time last night.
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