It’s day five of my “making a better blog” assignment and they suggested changing the theme (the way it looks) so I did and I even got brave and changed the name of the blog to “Spilt Milk”.
Why Spilt Milk. It was strange. It just came to me while I was reading some information about changing site appearance. A flash! A voice from the past perhaps, or a voice from the future.
My Grandfather used to say, “No point crying over spilt milk,” often. For a farmer who milked cows for a living that was a remarkable statement. Milk was his livelihood, however if it got spilled in the barn or at the kitchen table it didn’t seem to bother him.
My mother on the hand would fly into a rage if milk was spilled. I don’t really know why except that she didn’t handle it well when her day got thrown off. She was a woman of schedule and anything that tampered with the order of her day was met with furry.
My own response to spilled milk was always more akin to my Grandfather’s attitude. When my kids spilled milk or anything else it was an opportunity to let them know that the little things really don’t matter that much. It was also an opportunity for the dog to come running around the table to support the clean up crew.
Not crying over spilled milk or not sweating the small stuff is sort of a life theme for me. With a couple of exceptions, I spend most of my time living in the present and not dwelling on the past but those things are not just little things. They are major life changing, heart stopping events.
For the most part I am a the sort of person who looks forward and that is what “Spilt Milk” is about. I’m a bit of a visionary and I like to take on new challenges and learn, learn, learn.
The subtext on my blog says, “This is not my journal…usually.” Simply that means that the stuff of my journal is usually very personal but once in a while I’ll let you hear what my deep thoughts are.
Most of the time it’s not hard to figure out what I’m thinking. I had a friend who used to tell me, “Shut your face up Peggy!” By that she meant that I could seldom get away with not showing people what I was thinking because it was written all over my face. Others might say I wear my heart on my sleeve. I prefer to think of myself as mysterious and a little sentimental but everyone is entitled to their opinion.
Let me know what you think of the new face on my blog. It’s all a work in progress…just like me.