Thursday, February 23, 2012
As I walked through my bedroom, I glanced to my dresser and this made me smile.
It is a framed photograph of my girls from about 15 years ago... a basket of stuff I don't know what to do with...and a wooden Breathe cutout surrounded by a pearly necklace that my daughter use to wear.
Pretty much sums it up.
I need to breathe
Sunday, February 19, 2012
So much has happened in these few weeks.
highs & lows & highs & lows.
A freaking roller coaster of emotion.
Someone I thought was a friend, was extremely cruel and took me by surprise. However, karma snuck up kicked that person in the booty. A friendship has ended, and sadly a trust has been broken.
HOWEVER... an old wounded friendship, has strengthened and taken a tender turn.
We had a car accident last Sunday. It was so freaky. Why do these always feel like they are happening in slow motion? We were very fortunate. We were coming from a ramp pouring us into the interstate, this guy, came from the medium, jumping over that section nobody is suppose to cross, as if he wanted to try to back off the interstate. Thank Goodness Hubby was driving.. I would have lost control. He pretty much saved our lives.. Major damage to the truck, but we were unharmed. (As well for the idiot).
We lost a dear friend this week. Even though it was not completely unexpected, it still was a painful lost. This was one of Hubby's original Lifers. He was just 53. The past 25 years Multiple Sclerosis, mangled and stole from this funny and amazing man. He is finally, without the gripping horrific pain. John will be missed.
It made me feel so appreciative. We really are fortunate. Cars are replaceable we are not. And neither my Hubby nor I have a disease that is so disruptive and fatal.
Speaking of appreciation... where as, I still am madly deeply in love with my job, I find it interesting that so many people (and we are talking about kids as well), are so unappreciative.
My college class on American Sign Language is going well. I am learning a lot. Class is great, participation is interesting. However, I am somewhat disappointed. The whole class thing, I feel old, I am not as quick to pick up as my younger colleaques. I do really love my proffessor . I would love being friends with her!
That's all okay, because in the long run, I feel stronger, and I am proud of who I am and who I am becoming. Who'd have known it would take me a lifetime to find who I really am?
So, on a lighter note...
I am feeling pretty good.
I feel healthy.
I feel happy.
I feel competent.
I feel validated.In spite of what all is on my very full plate, I am coping and putting it all into prespective.
The really great thing...
I'm starting to love the skin I am in and like the person I am.