The heat was oppressive this week. I felt helpless.  But I made sun tea.

The power went out in my house multiple times.  I was too weak to carry our generator out of the garage. But I paid bills by candlelight.

I had tickets to go to a concert on Saturday night with friends. It got rained out. But we went home and listened to the band's record on our porch.

It was my son's birthday this week, and the cake flopped. I couldn't fix the frosting. But I learned how to cover it with sheets of fondant. 

Yeah, these tiny events seem like small wins. But they're big for me.  Because I didn't used to be this way.

Reader, for the majority of my life, when life has gotten hard, my initial reaction has been to run. To hide. To bitch and moan. The older I get, the more I'm embracing my circumstances and trying to enjoy my options.  I leave you with a picture my son took this week.  Sometimes, when the peaches are too damn high in the tree, it's a nice to excuse to put your kid on your shoulders.  Wishing you a week of appreciating your options, and I'll see you next Monday. -Em