Everyone has a Yay! Thing


gratitude attitude



Mondays can be rough.  The early alarm, that not so easy transition from the weekend to the weekday and the fact that you just want a little more face time with your pillow.

Motivation can be slow to appear.  Unless someone forgot to put the garbage cans on the curb.  Then there’s the bounding out of bed at the noise from the sanitation truck rolling down the street.

But that’s a harsh start.  Especially since I wake to the sounds of ocean waves (my alarm, not the beach, but maybe someday) and my husband’s alarm is a harp.

We make an attempt at the Zen thing.


Well, this weekend I stumbled across a line of fun, colorful magnets from Rachelle Reichly’s company called Yay! Life!

The magnets cheer on an attitude of motivation and gratitude and it all started with a pie.  I’m sure a lot of great ideas started with pie, right?

I mean whose to say Benjamin Franklin didn’t eat a slice of mincemeat pie before heading out to discover electricity?

Pie!  Eureka!

Anyway Rachelle made a pie and when her husband saw it he said, “Yay. Pie.”  Inspiration struck (like Franklin’s lightning) and the couple thought:


“This is what life is all about – gratitude and enjoying life. Everyone has a YAY! THING! that is as unique as they are.”


And so now they sell Yay! magnets for most anything, from Alaska to Zombies.


book gratitude

And books–double Yay!


Each day offers us the gift of being a special occasion.

~Sarah Ban Breathnach 


For my Monday motivation, I’m starting with a Yay! Coffee! Iced, because it’s getting warmer outside.  Another Yay!


Add in a memory of a fun weekend: Yay! Mother’s Day!

And I’ve got my inspiration, my keyboard–Yay! Writing!


“Your idea of bliss is to wake up on a Monday morning knowing you haven’t a single engagement for the entire week. You are cradled in a white paper cocoon tied up with typewriter ribbon.”
~Edna Ferbe


Still tired?

Well, here’s a reason to get moving:

fear of the unknown alligator underwater _opt

Look closer.  Um, Yay! Boat?


Tell me, what is your Yay! thing for today?


Finding Meaning in the Mess

While flipping through a magazine last week, I saw a two page spread of Pretty Things You Wish You Had or something like that.

Anyway, I saw a cute, colorful glass tumbler and immediately I got caught in the glow of something sparkly.

I thought: I want my kitchen to look cute too! I must replace my mismatched (read: broken) sets immediately!

Then my house will be pretty and in magazine-like order.

Okay maybe not exactly like a magazine, because I’ve been known to overlook a tub ring for far longer than the Tub Guidebook recommends.  But I do love organization.  I like when everything has a place.  And I like to look at pretty things.

Still somehow in my house, jackets migrate to chairs (or the floor), papers can’t find their matching files and those pretty bathroom towels that coordinate with the shower curtain find themselves under the muddy feet of a sweaty boy after a game of frisbee in the rain.

Because not everyone I live with cares about the pretty.  Or even organization.  And I am outnumbered.

**Warning:  If you’ve looked at Pinterest recently, then the following image may be offensive.**


finding meaning in the mess 2_opt

You can lead a horse to water, but doesn’t mean he’ll put his shoes in it.


Several years ago I declared our living room my Serenity room.  It was the one room that was not allowed to be a dumping ground. I could have a few pretty, unbroken things set up in my serenity room and whenever I passed it, it was proof that I actually could keep a house clean and in order.

But now I don’t bother with a serenity room, and it’s not just because I know sweaty kids have been plopping down on the so-called serenity couch.

No I didn’t give up.  I readjusted my idea of meaningful.  Because when I really thought about it, I realized that all those messy habits kind of come with the territory.

And I like this territory.

Because those stacks of papers and scattered shoes mean people I love live here.

And kids grow up, they move out.  Someday there will be less stuff to pick up and put away.  And pretty glasses will stay in sets.

So maybe I will put a bookmark in that magazine, but right now I am happy to set the table with my mismatched glasses, because for now it means I get to see this:


silly smiling faces


 “Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today and creates a vision for tomorrow.”

― Melody Beattie


What messes are you grateful for?