Meg Johnson - Hero

Every once in a while you have an angel enter your life and Meg has been one of those for me.  In a period of about two weeks our lives crossed three times and now I consider her a friend.  And, Facebook can prove it ;D

To learn more about her check out her website www.megjohnsonspeaks.com/   She is an amazing person.  Take some time and see what she has been through.

Every month she sends out a message that always inspires and I wanted to pass on this month's.

Take it away Meg!

Here in the United States, we’re gearing up to celebrate Thanksgiving next Thursday – with turkey, cranberries, and creamy, gravy-dripping mashed potatoes.

(You just salivated, didn’t you?)

And it’s traditional, well, at least with me, to make long lists of the things I’m grateful for. Being grateful makes me feel, well, strong.  Even though I’m quite the pansy.

I like to think of it this way: if life were a brick house and each brick a blessing or a trial (sometimes it’s hard to tell the two apart), then gratitude is the mortar that holds your house together. And when we’re grateful for each little brick (whether or not it’s worthy of our gratitude), we find we’re not feeling drafty within ourselves. Our character is solid. Our house is strong. 

And the times when we feel financially strapped, or relationship-challenged, or directionless are the times when someone’s come and dumped a bunch of unnecessary bricks at our door – the dark ugly ones that don’t match the beautiful exterior we were going for. And the bricks will kill the lawn unless we add on to the house.

So bring on the mortar!

I just love Thanksgiving. Not because of the food or the family time or the football (go Bengals!), but because I have those things and Thanksgiving reminds me to remember that.

And even though it’s colder around this time of year, my little personal house feels less drafty as I’m busy with the mortar.

Keep on Rollin’

Meg

FUn SiZe

My new favorite treat are the fun size candy bars.  I prefer Snickers or Baby Ruth but I am not prejudice, I am an equal opportunity candy eater.  On my hunt for a treat at the store I, again, am reading labels.  Nothing sounded as good as the cost and yet I all out longed for the days when I didn't even consider the cost.  There was a little tub of chocolate covered cinnamon bears and a tub of chocolate nut clusters that I WANTED.  I knew that if I took them home I would be wearing all 1300+ calories.

I have been buying fun size candy bars in a package of 8 to put in the kids' lunches from time to time.  You can find them for $1.  Did you know that a whole Snickers candy bar is 280 calories yet I can have 2 fun size for only 160?  I often get asked how I don't down the whole package of 8.  I guess I have a gift.  But really, when I am eating my two candy bars I am in full concentration.  I am doing just what I want to be doing.  I am in full indulgence.  Why I can't do that with a little tub of cinnamon bars?  I could only have 4 bears for 180 calories and even 8 bears is not enough for me.  When I buy treats I skip the economy bag.  I am never saving money by buying a larger bag.  I am only buying myself grief and I always promise myself more if I NEED it. 

I am getting tickles in my tummy just thinking about today's treats.  And, that is another plus, while a regular Snickers lasts only a few minutes I get a few days out of a  fun size pack.