It’s summer.
For most people, summer = vacation time.
The beach, usually.
But I’m not really a beach person. In fact, I can only tolerate so many hours of sand in places it shouldn’t be and hair made frizzy & wild by salty sea air.
The beach is not necessarily my dream vaycay.
But what about you?
Share with me: If money wasn’t an issue, what would your dream vacation be?
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A friend of mine recently posted a question on Facebook, asking his friends which critically acclaimed film or blockbuster movie they just didn’t enjoy like the rest of the world.
Lots of answers were given. O, Brother Where Art Thou. The Hangover. Star Wars (my answer). Lots of arguments were started.
That same week I happened to catch a movie on TV that I do enjoy–one I’ve seen a few times before and had no trouble watching again.
It’s funny.
It’s cute.
The romance, I think, is great.
The scenery is breathtaking (what isn’t shot against a green-screen, that is.)
It’s got good looking people in it.
It’s a movie I really, really like.
It was a box office bomb and to the critics, a mess.
When I say the movie bombed, I mean it.
The movie is Leap Year.
You know, the one that came out a couple of years back starring Amy Adams and Matthew Goode?
Yeah, I love it.
It’s not my favorite movie or anything, but it’s a cute, happy movie that leaves me feeling good when it’s over.
Maybe it’s because it took place in Ireland and you know, good looking guy, Irish accent…yeah, that’s a recipe for success, one would think.
Maybe I like it because it’s got some really funny bits.
Maybe it’s because no matter what she does, Amy Adams comes off as adorable.
Maybe it’s because the back-and-forth romantic tension is great.
Maybe it’s because when Declan utters the line, “Mrs. O’Brady-Callahan, where are ya goin’?” it’s one of those melty-swoony moments.
Regardless of how the formula adds up, critics hated it, the majority of audiences hated it, heck, even Matthew Goode hated it and stated that he only did the movie because he was contractually obligated.
Whatever. I love it.
Some others that were box office bombs but I love them:
Center Stage— Dance movie starring Peter Gallagher and Amanda Schull. There’s a sequel that’s pretty good, too.
I Spy– Starring Owen Wilson and Eddie Murphy.
I have no idea why, but this movie makes me laugh hysterically. I distinctly remember just about falling out of my chair when I saw it in the theater. Don’t judge me.
This is subjectivity in the arts at its finest, folks.
Share with me: Is there a box office or critical bomb that you love, even though the rest of the world hated it?
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As I mentioned in a post earlier this week, I’ve been sick.
It happens maybe twice a year that I’m sick for more than a 24 hour period. Usually I can fight through whatever germ is attacking me. After all, stay-at-home Mommy doesn’t have any time banked up to take a day off. (Boo).
Unfortunately, this mega-cold is determined to hang on to the insides of my head regardless of the medicinal and homeopathic tactics I use to thwart it.
Sometimes I think a minor illness like this can be the way God gets us to take a necessary rest.
I don’t know about you, but my life has felt like quite a whirlwind lately. My calendar has been full, any free-time has been quickly gobbled up by people who demand my attention, and my writing time has been nearly non-existent. And I’m pretty sure that my house is going to revolt against me if I don’t clean it soon.
Because both my mind and my body have been going at the speed of light for weeks, perhaps I wasn’t allowing myself any moments to rejuvenate, to refresh, to recharge–and God took over and shut me down.
All of me.
Just ask my hubby. He came home from work yesterday to find me feverish, my glazed eyes fixed on the TV screen, my body huddled under a blanket (although it’s about 90 degrees outside) begging for him to take the kids so that I could go to bed at 6 pm.
Pretty.
But in these past few days where I’ve been down, it’s been kind of nice to rest and focus on…nothing. Although I haven’t been able to completely slow down because my children do have some necessary requirements, it’s been somewhat nice to step away from some of my regular responsibilities and take a mini mind-cation.
Everyone needs a mind-cation, even if it’s just for one day. One night. One thirty-minute period where you simply block out all the demands on your life and focus on…nothing.
The Benefits of a Mind-cation:
1. Staying Healthy. Stepping away from the stress, even for 1 day, is good for your body. Stress can damage your heart and weaken your immune system (I’m a perfect example of a weakened immune system right now).
2. Reprioritizing. In the heat of the moment, every task seems vital. Step away from the chaos. Block it out, even for a short time so that when you come back to it, you can look over the list of demands on your life and focus on the ones that are most important.
3. Eliminating stress. When you are recharged, you can reprioritize (as #2 states) and you might find that some of the things on your to-do list can be eliminated. Or as you complete the tasks at the top of your list, you’ll whittle down the demands placed on you.
4. Moments of Brilliance. Even though I’ve been a mental zombie for a few days, I can’t turn off the story ideas that are dancing in my head. But I was too tired to focus on more than one thing, so I was letting my characters roam freely in my brain without interference from any other thoughts and BANG– they created a fantastic new plot line that hadn’t occurred to me when my mind was focused on 4803692 different things.
5. Family peace. Mommy’s too tired to care if the toys are picked up, the beds are made, or if everyone makes it to the 50 zillion events we have going on. Mommy has slowed down long enough to cuddle with the kiddos instead of folding the 20 loads of laundry that await.
Share with me: Other than sickness, what are the methods you use to recharge when your life feels out of control?
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