Good in Every Day

Today has not been a particularly good day. Not a bad day, just enough little wrinkles to darken my mood. The guy installing our new blinds is two hours late; I dumped a bottle of pepper (little cap fell off) into dinner...just little things.

And this happens to all of us. Not every day is a good one. In fact, some days are just down right bad. 

I came across this saying this afternoon and wanted to share it. 

There has to be at least one good thing in every day. So, instead of focusing on the negative, I will look for the positive in each day. And most days, I bet I find more than one.

I hope you remember this too.

All of us are going to have bad days. But if you look hard enough, I guarantee the little piece of good you find, will be enough to brighten your mood. 

And who knows, it may even be enough to make it a ...Good Day.

Simple San Francisco

For the past few years, J and I have attended the ZAP Zinfandel Festival in San Francisco. It's always held the last weekend in January and is a blast! The event itself is entertaining and with over 200 wineries and 500 wines, you leave there quite happy.

However, what we both enjoy perhaps more than the festival, is the short getaway to San Francisco. It's fun to be a tourist for the weekend and enjoy all the eclectic sites. Our first stop was Buena Vista. They have the best Irish Coffee and it's a fabulous way to start your day.

Right across from the Buena Vista, you can catch the iconic Powell/Hyde Cable Car. We didn't ride the trolley this trip, but always love to see it.  It was a gorgeous day and although it was late January, the weekend felt like spring.

J and I had lunch and shopped in the Haight/Ashbury district. For all of our time spent in the city, we realized that neither of us had been to this area. It's a definite flashback to the late sixties and you can still feel the "Make love, Not War" vibe.

On Saturday, we ventured to the Hayes Valley district to Straw (who knew there were so many districts in SF!) Straw is a tiny, carnival-themed spot. J had one of the best things I've ever tasted; a fried chicken and waffle monte christo. If you think that sounds weird, I'll point you to the old adage....don't knock it, until you've tried it. It is truly heavenly!

No trip would be complete without a stop at Crissy Field. Despite being the hub of outdoor activity, it offers one of the most beautiful views of the Golden Gate. It's this one area in particular that makes me wish I was a city girl.

Simple travels definitely keep life's wrinkles at bay. They keep us smooth and help us appreciate the abundance in our life. 

Until next time, San Francisco. 

We know our hearts will be safe with you until then.

Living with Life's Wrinkles

Life is like a shirt that wrinkles. You can iron it everyday, smooth it out until it's perfect; but inevitably, the wrinkles return. When ironing out life's plans, the only way to keep sane is to accept and embrace the wrinkled obstacles along the way. 

In theory, permanent press means to resist wrinkling. In my life, Permanent Press is a road map. I am not looking for resistant. I am searching for the metaphorical iron to press and preserve life's fabric. 

Permanent Press is a blog about life; the good, the bad, and the in-between. It has taken me a long time to understand that wrinkles, whether they be in your clothes, on your face, or embedded in your life, are the key to personal growth. The wrinkles in my life have made me who I am today. I have learned that there is beauty in every imperfection; even in wrinkles.

Happy Ironing!