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Five Minute Friday: Better



I thought it was pretty ironic that this week's word was better when that was a word I thought might be my word of the year and that I wanted it to be applied to being better about blogging then I don't post in Five Minute Friday until Saturday. It was just like every other aim I had for 2019 that here on January 12 I have let go by the wayside. When you can't remember how to log into your blog and almost have to ask Google to help, you know it has been a long time since you have blogged.

But then I decided to let myself off the hook because yesterday was a busy, productive day for me. I worked at my second job all morning, then went to a meeting at my second job. I had to run to the grocery store to get the seventh layer of my seven-layer dip, cheese, because I forgot to get it when I purchased the other ingredients, then go home and make that dip. Finally I delivered my dip to the fun retirement party I went to last night where the above cake was a prominent feature on the kitchen island full of amazing food shared by even more amazing people, some of which I haven't seen in ages.

As I beat myself up about failing at yet another resolution I thought to myself, but isn't being out and about living so much better than writing about how you want to be out and about. How much better off am I than I was when I first started this blog. And just because I didn't post this until Saturday at 2:41pm instead of somewhere in the previous day on the calendar, that doesn't mean that it won't be a good post.

I am still searching for a word for 2019. I have made my birthday next month as my new goal to find it, my own new year so to speak. But no matter what it is, I am still going to concentrate on what is better today than it was the previous day and know that the days ahead will be better still.


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  1. Have you read "One Perfect Word: One Word Can Make All the Difference" by Debbie Macomber? I have read it at least twice and it really helps. I haven't settled on my word for sure yet, but it might be "finish". Please don't be hard on yourself for not writing the FMF post until Saturday, as long as you do it before Thursday evening so you can still link it, you're doing fine. Mine is often "late". Sometimes the word just needs to marinate a while. Thanks for sharing, it is good to know I am not alone.

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