Showing posts from August, 2018

because there was Mike

Good morning world...

Do you ever find that sometimes your "bucket" is running on low?  That there isn't enough good stuff to make it all make sense?

Working for the Y can be draining.  Not in a bad way, but in the sense that you are often outputting so much love and energy and you simply aren't sure if your life's work is truly making a difference.  Add to that the challenges of working at a true downtown Y, where most of the folks are not there to form relationships but to work on their goals.  They are just like the rest of us, ruled by the clock.  Rushing from point A to point B and squeezing in moments that celebrate their life goals.

There are normal challenges and events that make it seem like you are putting out fires and dealing with all of the idiosyncrasies of dealing with the public at large.

There are days that you question is it worth it.  Heck there are months were you wonder did I make the right career choice?

And then just when you feel like you&…


The sun is just starting to peek above the trees.  It's promising to be a hot and sunny day, radically different from the rains and storms of yesterday.  I honestly could handle another day like yesterday, we simply don't have enough of those. And personally I thrive on a dark, dreary stormy day.  Hubs is getting ready to go to work.  One of his branches is having a work day.  I have told him repeatedly to go easy, but knowing Hubs, he won't. One can hope. 
Today my should's and wanna's are fighting one another.  I know mentally, I need a "me" day.  I need to rest, reset and maybe just make some soap all day.  I'm trying to sort out how to make all the bits line up frankly.  I have work chores, home chores and wanna enjoy life activities.  And sadly, the same 24 hours as everyone else.
I've already done a couple of the chores, yes it's not even 7 am, yes I might be crazy. So I feel ultimately I will do a little on all of them.  A bit of a mix…


Muscles hurt, deep down almost to the bone.

It's a good hurt.  The bone weary kind that comes from good honest hard work.

Hubs and I have been on a mission this weekend.  He spent so much time helping our girl.  She is changing her world around.  So many things that have needed done, she is tackling it all, mostly by herself.  We are a bit too busy to give her unlimited time. But we love being able to help her... we love sharing the joy of being family.

I chose this weekend to work on our home.  I've been struggling with so many things this year, that I think for a bit I just stopped caring.  No energy, no drive, no desire to participate in the day to day of life.

I spent 4 hours today simply doing laundry, ironing, sorting through closets and drawers.  It felt amazing. It felt like I was reconnecting with my life.  While I was gently pressing creases in Hubs work slacks and ironing what felt like a mountain of Harley shirts, he was busy helping our daughter remove a play set …


The house is still, if I listen very carefully I can hear sweet Hubs and the boys softly snoring upstairs.  Hubs has some classical music playing low.  I'm sure it was to block out all of the noise that I have been making for over an hour. 

I have spent some time on my home today, and it feels wonderful!  Actually, I've done a lot of things that are centering and lifting me up.  I can almost feel Mercury retrograde slipping away. It's definitely been a time of change and transition for us.

Hard to believe it's been two weeks since Hubs had his stroke.  Other than being a bit more tired and the persistent headache you can hardly tell.  He's convinced that everyone can tell, that it's very obvious, that he is somehow less than he was two weeks ago.  They can't, it's not and he isn't.  But he will have to figure that out on his own.

He is still Hubs.  His smile is the same, his wicked sense of humor is completely intact and he's still the amazing,…


I'm taking deeper breaths today. 

My sweet Hubs is feeling so much better.  He looks great and will go back to work tomorrow.  You can't even tell that a week ago he had a major medical emergency.  It was a wake up call.  He's done great slowing down.  And for a change he didn't even open his computer to do any work.  I am probably more shocked about that than the fact that he has given up tobacco - again!

His smile is back to being even and he can even say fifty-fifty without slurring.  Yep... I am a pretty darn happy woman!

The past three days have been a bit been all about normalizing.  About looking at life as it is presented and looking at how to move forward.  How to normalize the changes.

Hubs is taking some major steps on his new path.  And I am so proud of him. I know it isn't easy to give things up.  Especially things that have been a part of your life for a very long time.  Like decades.  We've been doing some walking, resting and general us time.  I…

still waters run deep...

What a week, what a month, what a year.

I'm spinning internally.  It seems that this year was definitely about change, serious change for me.

I lost my Dad.

I've lost dear friends.

And now I am getting ready to face yet another change.

Being a military brat/spouse for most of my life, this past 15 years has been a bit unusual.  I've developed friendships, roots, a commonality with those around me. Stability.

I mean yes, I've changed jobs, I've moved houses and well states - but only because where I live is a border area.

I've changed roles both in my personal and professional life.

I've changed. A lot!

Yet some things have remained solid and steady.

Right now I feel a bit like a whiny baby.  There are big changes in my professional world. 


And that scared little military brat that loves the challenges of a new adventure is excited.  But the woman that I have become is heart broken at the loss of the "family" and stability that I have finally…