I have been very fortunate this summer dear imaginary reader to been able to have spent a fair amount of time with my friend Sweetheart. She is a proud, fierce mother of four boys, or should I say 5 if I include Mr. Bond! Defs one of the most wise and level headed women I know, every now and then she throws out a zinger, you cant help but think, where the heck did that come from as you laugh your face off. A real beauty.
We were sitting last week in that bit of paradise near The Station when she shared this with me,
I immediately sent it off to a few of my kids, not all as I was sure that not “all” of them would get it, ya know? The responses ranged from thanks to you wouldn’t let me. That one hit hard cause he was right, I wouldn’t. That said, for sure I let myself begin to die slowly.
Yes, I do travel a bit, read a bit and do listen to the sounds of life. Don’t appreciate, kill self esteem, habitual - check, check and FM, CHECK!
While I am working on myself, it is very easy to slip back into routine and comfort. Some routine is required, but not all routine is good. I know that I am making progress, taking small steps backward along the dreaded tight rope; seeing the words above affirmed that I have made progress but still have work to do.
So dear imaginary reader, cheers to colors, change, satisfaction and an exciting future ahead. I hope we grow together and Sweetheart, thanks for the heads up.