I wish this feeling could last all year through.....

"Christmas time.....is here. Happiness....and cheer"



I think the Peanuts gang brings the warmth of the holiday season like no other. Poor Charlie Brown rarely catches a break in his endeavors, yet he marches on, kicking that football. Every time.

What a year people. Whew! I couldn't believe it when I realized that I haven't written on this lovely online diary since May. Then, after some thought, I wasn't surprised. I don't know if the inspiration went missing, or, if I was just "too busy". The old adage that arises often during our days, "twenty four hours in a day is just not enough!" we shout, fists raised high in exclamation.

Dare I say out loud that things are slowing down a little, (don't mess with it Universe, just let me have my moments) and this time of year always brings reflection, and warm, cozy feelings coupled with nostalgia and hopefully, peace.

I've had a recent addition to my family. His name is Elfie and he's particularly mischevious. One morning I could not find the little guy ANYWHERE, I searched high and low for him. Finally, I caved and sent a text to my son asking where Elfie had gone to.

Needless to say, looking up was the last thing I thought to do.

I had the good fortune of spending Thanksgiving with my extended family in Missouri this year, to say I was elated does not encompass the feelings. Couple this with a trip to Arrowhead Stadium to watch my Kansas City Chiefs play at home, over.the.moon. I tell you!

I will not discuss the score of that game, but if you would like to talk about the winning kick in OT during the Chiefs v Broncos game, call me.
We had a great time in spite of the loss at home, and have now decided that this will be an annual thing, so, Kansas City, do you hear us? We love you!

As I look around my house and see some beautiful twinkly lights, I am aware that I am not done decorating, and not every gift is wrapped. The Christmas cards have not been mailed, and the lists don't have checkmarks for completion.

You know, I just don't mind at all. The fun at this time of year, for me, is in the doing of these things. I love putting pretty ribbons on packages and signing love on cards, and anticipating the expression of the person opening the gift I carefully thought through before purchasing. I love the music! (Have you heard Pentatonix sing "Hallelujah"?) I love the sparkle, and tinsel, and warm greetings from friends as we get together. I love family, even if we are scattered around the globe, I know we are together in our hearts. And sometimes we get lucky and are together in the flesh!

My wish for you during these 2016 holidays is that you also enjoy the things you love and the friends and family you hold close. I've often said that I wish this feeling could last all year through, I think I now realize that it can. And it will!

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast at Tiffanys in holiday mode-how about a French omelet!

No matter what is happening around you, you have a choice

"Find the simple joy" -Candace Payne 


I haven't had a day off since mid-April. Working twelve to thirteen hours a day can get to you after a while.

However.

When I watched Candace Payne put that chewbacca mask on and laugh and laugh and laugh while sharing her days events, I belly-laughed right along with her.

And you know what?

I have complained about nothing since.

I refuse to get caught up in politics, or where this world is headed, tirades for various causes, social media ranting, whining and complaining whether it's in person or online.....negativity. I won't be a part of it.

I choose to be happy every day. It's a choice. No matter what is happening around you, you have a choice. It may be tough right now. There might be unresolved issues, or budget problems, or health concerns. The fact remains, we have a choice. Take the mountains one at a time if the problem looms as though that's what it is; a mountain that you don't want to climb. Ask for help. Call a friend. Talk it out. Go for a walk. Clear your mind. Stretch. Do yoga. STAY HYDRATED. (I'm laughing because I'm known as the water pusher). Pray, if that's your thing (to be clear, it is my thing). Sleep well if at all possible.

So yes, I'm the one millionth-plus person (to the naysayers that say they've had enough of this) to share Candace's video in social media. What I would say to them, gently, is, if you are not feeling the joy that this has caused with so many of us, please, please just move along. It's not a mandatory viewing.

On behalf of the fans that are with me, that were laughing and smiling, when seeing Candace in her mask ("It's not me doing that it's the MASK!") , we thank you Candace. Thank you for sharing one small happy that turned into a giant wave of all-of-the-good-feels. We NEED these things. More and more every day, we need them.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

                                                                          

PS I bought a Jamba Juice Extractor. Gah! I know, me and gadgets, a rather scary idea. But I used it for the first time today and let me tell you, freshly squeezed (well, 'juiced') lemons and oranges are the most delicious concoction ever. I highly recommend! So now Breakfast at Tiffany's is even more exciting. Tomorrow I may juice tomatoes! #simplejoys

I don't want to miss it

"Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it".


As I scrolled through social media this morning, chuckling at the annual "May the 4th Be With You" memes and posts, I thought to myself, is this really May 4th, 2016? This year is not stumbling along as though wearing new shoes that are needing to be broken in, it's more of a sprint or mad dash to the finish line as if we are smack dab in the middle of the Summer Olympics.

And it's not Summer. Yet. But at this rate it will be before I blink.
With the recent events at my place of business, I'm wondering if I will be able to do that vacation post, you know the one. Where I write to you from the shore, as I collect shells, and marvel at the vast body of salt water that reminds me, we are not in control here. This world is enormous, beautiful, fast-paced, and far reaching to so many corners I can't even fathom all of them. Will I get to see all of the corners in my lifetime? I don't know. But what I have seen so far, has been nothing short of astonishing and a reminder that wherever we may be, wherever we may live, that is one small space. Do we realize that? Hundreds of thousands walks of life. Various religions and races and spoken languages and traditions. I want to know all of them in some way. But I don't know if I will. It's always nice to dream about it though, and really just to realize it is pretty important. At least I think so.


We are not all the same, and thank goodness we aren't. What a boring world it would be if we were. I do wish there was more acceptance of each other in the world today, the old adage, "why can't we just all get along?" Yes, I still wear the rose-colored glasses. And I won't be removing them.

I'm in the midst of a corporate tug of war, professionally, and I'm regretful to write that it's not fun at all. Honestly, to even mention it leaves me with an anxious feeling, thoughts of, can I say this? Can I say anything about it, will I get in trouble? Suffice to say that I will just leave it as, the company I work for is in the middle of  a strike, and I am really wishing for the day that agreements are made and handshakes ensue and it comes to a peaceful end. Heavy on the peaceful.

So what does all of that mean for me? Twelve-hour workdays with no relief in sight. Hence the "I am not even sure if I will be able to take that beach vacation this year". I'm not whining about it. I'm doing what needs to be done. But I want to write these two things, because this is my personal blog and I can. One: to my union friends, I hear you, I understand, I am here, I love you all, and keep fighting the good fight, I hope you get what you need to be able to come back to work.
Two: to my friends out there in the field, so far away from home and your families, doing physical labor to keep things running, and standing tough in this crisis, I love you all too and I can't wait to hear that you are back home and sitting in your backyards with your family and friends, eating grilled food and enjoying the good life.

So, as time swiftly flies by and 7am turns to Noon then turns to 7pm each day, I've tried my best to stop and look around once in a while. Even with life's ups and downs and unplanned catastrophies, or hardships, I don't want to miss it.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

PS Breakfast at Tiffany's has been filled with fresh fruit these days. One of the joys of living in North TX is having sweet fruit and fresh vegetables available year round. I can't wait to go to the Farmers Market this year, I just have to find the time to pencil it in. I hope you can do the same in your town!

At what point should we stop asking the hard questions?

I often joke around about the fact that when I was growing up, I had zero fear of heights, and excellent balance, but now I trip over things (like dust particles) and I'm not fond of wide escalators, much less step stools to reach the thing that I can't reach, because, five feet, two inches. Barely. I'm claiming a full two inches because well, I can. No one challenges me. You know, whipping out the measuring tape, yelling 'prove it!'.

The kind of balance that has been on my mind for the last few months has little to do with not falling, physically anyway. Falling in love is not included, because the euphoria one feels from that is nothing short of life-changing.

I'm talking about the scales we use in life to balance our hours, days, weeks....

While making a living is imperative, it's also extremely important to live outside the walls of the money-maker. One of my favorite movie quotes is from the modern-day version of Sabrina. She asks the oh-so-successful Linus Larrabee, an important question.

"I know you work in the real world, and you're very good at it. But that's work. Where do you live, Linus?"

Indeed.

As I'm sitting here writing this post, from my phone, because I absolutely cannot sit at that desk one more second of this day, I'm asking myself the same question. It's a hard one too, you would think I would be kind to myself and cut a little slack after a fourteen hour day of work. But at what point should we stop asking the hard questions?

I must be clear in saying that I am proud of my work and I am grateful I have it to do. I've never been one to go down the woe-is-me road, it's a rare occurrence. Receiving compensation for every hour spent working that surpasses the standard forty-hour work week, is a beautiful thing. But I also think it comes to a point where extra money falls into the not-worth-it category. If it gets to the point that there is little time to enjoy spending it on a fabulous day, doing your favorite things, the hard questions begin presenting themselves.

I'm noticing more and more, that there are days that run so close together that the week they produce is one, gigantic, blur. The questions in my mind are starting to become annoyingly nagging. Louder. Pesky.

Where do I live?

Sadly, to answer truthfully, I live 'mostly' inside my work. This is the acronym I've learned so well I could probably write a song about it. D.O.B. I wish I was talking about a shortened nickname for Dobby, the house-elf. (Come on, Harry Potter, stay with me). But I'm not. I'm talking about the 'Demands of Business'. Regardless of what we all do to earn a living, I'm confident with my thoughts about all of us knowing what D.O.B. means. We just do what needs to be done. If we're lucky, this need can be met in eight hours each day out of the five that are there for the taking. The week of work, where the bread and butter comes from. I've said before that the real living, the good stuff, is often packed into the remaining two days that are there for rest, and relaxation. Down time (my favorite).

It hasn't always been such a demanding schedule. It has an ebb and flow, and I know that my team members also know that ridiculously long work days don't last forever.

But man they sure are running long and close together right now.

The good news is, and there many facets to this, I have a job that I understand, mostly, that is challenging and rewarding at times. There is very little time for boredom or disinterest to set in.

I've just pulled out that scale I mention, and have noticed that it's not balanced well. Not always, and not forever, but right now. Hence, the writing of the thoughts after months of not doing so because, little time and mental space exists for such activity.

So really, friend, all of this really comes to me just checking in and telling you what's going on at Tiffany's.

'And this too shall pass...' I can hear my mom's voice saying this to me. She's right. It will.

So, if you too, are working demanding hours with little or no time to get outside and breathe in the fresh air, remember the scale. And try, with all of your being, to check the balance, and even it out if necessary. Go outside. Take a walk, clear your head, and notice the details, even the miniscule ones. Talk to friends, and really listen. Engage. But enjoy the silence too. Pet the puppy your neighbor just brought home. Have coffee at Starbucks or your place of choice. Sit in the sunshine. Turn the music up, and dance it out. (I've recently adopted this phrase, love it). Travel. See the world we live in, including abroad. Have you been to the top of the Eiffel Tower? Have you stood underneath Big Ben as it's chiming on the hour? Neither of these are necessary, but I think you understand where I'm going with this.

Live. Outside of the confines of work.

So when you're asked the hard questions (and you may be the one asking) you will already know the answer.

See you soon friend,
Tiffany

P.S. Breakast at Tiffany's will have a Parisian feel to it tomorrow. I've just decided. Croissants and Cafe au lait it is! Oui?

This post is dedicated to Jeremy, who I know will always 'dance it out' with me.