One thing I've been working on a lot is having a more positive outlook. I'm not talking about looking at life through rose colored glasses and being ignorantly oblivious. I'm talking about finding the good in all situations. Being able to say, yes that sucks, but here's something I can learn. Knowing that the filth of polluted air brings some of the most beautiful sunsets. 🌆
One of my favorite quotes is, "Whether you think you can, or whether you think you can't, you're right." Henry Ford
If we go through life expecting the worst, that is exactly what we will get. If we expect to find love and joy, that is what will come our way. 💞
My 8-year-old has been using the phrase "I can't" a lot lately. It seems like anytime I ask him to do something, his automatic response is, "I can't." Even when it's something simple that he has done numerous times before. This week, I was done listening to those 2 words come out of his mouth! I told him we are getting a jar and everytime he says "I can't", he has to put a quarter in the jar. If he goes a week without saying it, he can get his money back. If the jar is empty for a week, he can get a prize from the dollar store. 😮
Some days have been better than others. When I told my mom about his jar, she said, Good! I need you to mow my lawn. His response was perfect! I can do that grandma, but I choose not to. Seeing that his actions are a choice as opposed to limitations is wise beyond his years. I desire my children to grow up knowing that they can at least try something instead of automatically assuming they can't do something or won't be successful. I would rather see them try and fail repeatedly than never take a risk or try at all!
What is something you're teaching your children?
Let me tell you the story behind this dinner:
Being a responsible adult and all, I decided that I was going to learn to cook this summer. I also want to be creative about it though, so I'm trying to come up with recipes that I haven't eaten before based on things that I like and all that jazz. Anywho, today while I was out for a run, I had an epiphany about PESTO. Who doesn't love pesto, amiright?
So I go to the store to find pesto, can't find it anywhere. I realized I was actually going to have to ask one of the employees and it took me a solid god-knows-how-many-minutes to work up the courage to do so. I finally ask this guy in a blue Kroger shirt, and he DOESNT KNOW WHAT PESTO IS. I am no pesto connoissieur, I just know that it has pine nuts, it tastes good, and it's green (like an avocado. Must be the millennial in me). Apparently this was enough for a description because he walked me right over to where the pesto was located.
After this endeavor, I finally start cooking all of my food. Everything is cooked, except for my chicken which probably needed another minute on the George Foreman thing (yes that's important), and I also needed to mix the pesto into my noodles (gluten-free because I have problems). This pesto jar, however, was IMPOSSIBLE TO OPEN. I'm not kidding. I tried everything. And by everything I mean my hands and then a towel wrapped around the jar.
I bring the jar to my brothers, leaving my chicken with good ol' George like the fool that I am, and they can't open it either. I run it under hot water, no dice. After a solid 10 minutes of trying to open this jar, we finally tried a bottle opener, and we heard a popping noise (aka: the sound of glory), and I was finally able to stir the pesto into my pasta.
Alas, my chicken may have been dry since I forgot about it and my pride in my jar-opening skills may be crushed, but my pasta was delicious.