Mar 13, 2015

Who? How?

I have moments of such clarity of who I am and what I'm about.  I'm about honesty, integrity, love, humor, loyalty, family, friends and doing the right thing.  There are also moments when being myself feels like I choose the hard path over and over again.  And yet knowing that I didn't choose my personality.  In fact at times I honestly feel like it picked me.  That it floating around the universe and found my soul and decided to land and make a permeant home.

I believe that everybody should have voice. I believe that if you ask me a question that you are looking for an honest answer.  I believe that if something is wrong or hurtful or not working that it should be said out loud and then addressed a different plan.  And I believe that only I can choose if a person has qualities that I respect and admire or not.  These are some of the things that I know.

But I often wonder why the things I'm about are such a threat or unappealing to some who have no idea who I really am.  And I often wonder when does the day really come when being a strong, honest, direct woman with opinions and open to discussion is not consider a bad word or evil.  Somedays I'm not sure if it will ever come.

Jan 22, 2015

Embracing all of me

I wish that the title reflected that I have fully embraced all of myself but not yet.  I like myself more today than I have in many years.  And I work daily to see myself for the good and bad in hopes to continue to grow.  But sometimes I dissect all of the things that are and could be wrong with me.  Things that I deem make me unworthy of happiness.  And while I focus on the tiny details it really is about needing to feel worthy.  Not for somebody else but for myself.

I have a therapist and she makes me laugh, cry, think and grow.  And one of the most profound statements of my life came from her to explain these moments in my life.  There are moments in life when anxiety and maybe even depression fill the space an the self doubt and self loathing they bring with oddly provide comfort and friendship.  Random and dysfunctional for sure!  But real and honest as well.

So as I enter into this world of blogging again I feel at ease this evening because I said it out loud.  That I know the self doubt and self loathing is not real and it is not me.  It is simply a by-product of stress and anxiety.  Maybe one day I will conquer it completely and ultimately embrace all of me.

Jan 21, 2015

Coming home

It has been several years since I closed the door on this blog.  I tried to start a new one with a new title all in the hopes that I would be able to maintain something that brought me so much joy but leaving my past behind.  Over the years, I have remembered this site fondly and often considered returning to blogging. And finally the day has come for me to return home.

My life is so different all of these years later. I found true love, share all of my life openly with my family and friends and I have experienced so many new things.  But let's get real, there are so many things that have stayed the same.  My mission to find passion in my career, continue to explore new adventures and challenge myself and to grow as a partner, daughter, sister, friend and whatever else comes my way.

I'm back and looking forward to reading others and being inspired by so many.  I am energized to share new thoughts, questions, ideas and of course funny stuff.

Sep 19, 2010

The day is here

I started this blog to share my journey.  To share my feelings, thoughts, fears and joys in a way that made me feel safe.  This space has allowed me to share my ups and downs, write about the random thoughts in my head and I have met some wonderful people...friends.  But more than anything I would say that who I am today has changed a lot from the person that I was the day I created this blog.  I LOVE this blog and it has truly meant the world to me, but it no longer feels like a safe place to share anything. 

I have been thinking about how to let go for awhile and there is no easy answer.  I would like to continue reading the blogs that I love and making comments using this handle.  I have created a new blog that I hope will give me back that sense of freedom.  If you would like to know the name please feel free to email me.  But more than anything I want to say good-bye and thanks for being part of my life! 

Aug 12, 2010

Mystery solved

Ethel LOVES her peanut butter stuffed Kong every morning. It's actually her version f crack and it's also a great distraction from me sneaking off to work. She has a pink Kong (of course) and usually leaves it on the back porch for me to pick up after hours. That is for the exception of the 1st Kong which disappeared two months ago. She buries her bones in the mulch around the yard so i just assumed it would be found. In the meantime my mom bought her another. Things were going great until three weeks ago when Kong #2 vanished. Ethel and I walked around the yard digging up mulch trying to find the hidden treasure. NOTHING! So...I purchased another and today Kong #3 has vanished.

Luckily for both of us I found #2 on Monday in my alley. It was just lying there waiting to be found with a little part of it chewed off. While we were out looking for #3 my neighbor came out and told me she saw a squirrel with what she thought was a Kong today. Can you believe it! Stupid squirrels!

Aug 11, 2010

They aren't real

Get your mind out of the gutter! I was talking about dreams...

But the big question is why can a dream ruin your entire day? I play out a lot of situations in my dreams and some end better than real life and then others...well you get the point. This morning I woke up from a dream that felt so real and all I wanted to do was close my eyes and go back to that life. I wanted to live there. And because I couldn't and because it felt so real I have been in a funk all day long. Tears, anger, tears, tears and did I mention tears.

And now it's time for bed again and I'm not sure if I hope for a repeat event or do I dream of dancing in candy land.

Aug 10, 2010

Two steps down...#24

This is my year to face the potential for parenthood. As I sat at my grandfathers funeral earlier this year I realized there was no reason for me to continue to wait for the perfect situation. So I did nothing... Well, I did nothing right away but took baby steps for a couple of months.

First I sat my family down and told them that I was serious about being a parent and have explored all of my options and ultimately I am going to try and get pregnant using donor. Check! I met with the specialist regarding the process and have a detailed list of all the things I needed to complete before trying. Check! The doctor did tell me that because of my age we needed to do some extra tests to make sure that I am a good candidate for late pregnancy. REALLY!!! I'm 37 and apparently considered over the hill. Got over that information...Check! My blood work doesn't think that I'm over the hill and still seem to be able to produce eggs (healthy even). So what's next?

I have an appointment this week to have an ultrasound done to make sure that everything is flowing okay and there is no blockage. And then I guess it's a go. I have picked a donor...after having a donor selection party. And I have even started to take prenatal pills per doctors orders. Now I just wait to make sure that everything is good and then I'm ready. I am scared but excited at the possibility. Yikes!