You gotta believe.
It’s an essential part of being a parent. Or a blogger. Especially a Colorado Rockies fan. There isn’t much in this world that doesn’t get a bit sweeter with belief. In fact, the lack of it is grotesque, like those Poptarts without frosting.
In the course of my discourse and my writing, I say stuff. Sometimes, it’s about Ingrid Michaelson or enchiladas. Other times, it’s about beliefs. Not just in Jesus or Buddha or the power of the changeup pitch, but sometimes.
I keep the ones I remember in a file until I get 42.
Forty-two is the answer to the universe, so it felt right. Then I string them together. Let me know which resonate with you. Or give me your own #IBelieve statements. Most are from blog comments or responses. Some are just shit I say.
I believe instant Zen would feel so cheap! I’d rather have a journey to show for it.
I believe I find that my peace found on the course has little to do with my score and more to do with how much I can let go of the world for 18 holes.
I believe you should never trust gas station coffee, dollar-store pregnancy tests, and any promise of instant Zen.
I believe those can be unnerving moments when our kids play parrot with our bad words. They also make for great stories later.
I believe lavender in the diffuser is probably more beneficial than enchilada sauce, but can you imagine?
I believe a pause is enough time to suffocate a thousand ills.
I believe the traffic on the low road is definitely always in a snarl.
I believe kindness is like a fresh-shaved leg. Or, something!
I believe kindness gets ignored like ginger snaps in the cookie world, but man, are they good when you get them.
I believe that even an attempt at kindness is a thousand times better than the exclusion of it.
I believe kindness is contagious, and even if someone is immune, it does us good to give it.
I believe a clean house is overrated. Give me family time in a bit of chaos every time.
I believe if crescent-shaped shadows aren’t magical, I don’t know what is.
I believe it’s awfully tough to be bitter with gratitude on your breath.
I believe sometimes it’s better to live life for a while than it is to write blogs about it.
I believe any recipe that doesn’t call for the bag of chocolate chips in its entirety is fascist and ought to be snuffed out of the deliciousness vernacular.
I believe there’s always another good blog to be found, isn’t there?
I believe a prayer ought to feel different than reciting your Christmas list to Santa.
I believe advice is sometimes about life. Other times, it’s about toppings on your sub sandwich.
I believe in a thousand years, humans will have thumbs the size of a lobster’s because of texting and human evolution.
I believe cupcakes > juicing, also.
I believe my to-do list looms in a daunting way but if I can dig into one spot for a day, well, the load gets lighter.
I believe there’s always room for unforgettable.
I believe the beauty of dressing inappropriately is that we don’t realize it’s inappropriate.
I believe cringe-worthy is often the final arrow in our quill as parents.
I believe I’ve never worn a bikini … but I have smiled like Buddha in a Taco Bell …
I believe repeated gratitude is almost as good as a second enchilada.
I believe in the hustle of hustling, it’s easy to forget why we’re hustling.
I believe commas are like cookies. I’d rather have one too many than one too few.
I believe pizza while doing anything is stellar. STELLAR.
I believe I’d rather eat happily and not get back in my size 32s than eat loads of plants and be miserable!
I believe taco talk is underrated.
I believe the best cravings know no time constraints.
I believe a laugh and a taco are pretty even currency.
I believe every day should be Grilled Cheese Sandwich Day.
I believe, when you’re cooking, love’s the best ingredient. Right after vanilla and brown sugar. Let’s be realistic.
I believe my girls are humble, gritty and kind. They often lead with the grit, but the humble and kind aren’t far behind.
I believe there’s a huge elemental shift when you’re grateful for what you have – yet not content to sit pat. It means that you’re good, whether you win next or lose.
I believe good soup knows no season.
I believe a gratitude garden is a wonderful idea. A gratitude cookie jar? SUBLIME.
I believe a hard lesson learned is better than an easy ride of ignorance.
I believe saying no to our kids is tough, but saying yes to everything is devastating.