When I first began blogging we had been living in the castle for about a month. My goals back then were to be a cross between June Cleaver and Betty Crocker with a little Martha mixed in. [I didn't know who Paula Dean was at the time or I'm sure she would have been included.]
Now, I am months from the big 40. Life has sped up. The kids are busy in school (*sigh* constant worry with FJ - he puts in the effort but he struggles in some subjects) and extra curricular activities and I feel like I'm rarely home enough to polish the castle like in the old days.
I've gone from housekeeper to freelance writer to now part time substitute, chauffeur, and over-achieving reader. I've gone from a 6:30 a.m. routine to a 4:30 a.m. routine that gives me the pleasure of extra time each morning but leaves me drained come Friday afternoon.
Some mornings I sit here and think I'd like to just play hooky. Other mornings I'm an obnoxious bundle of optimism and joy bouncing around the house.
As much as I do and get done I am consciously aware of all that I could still do or didn't get done.
My mind plays various renditions of 'Don't Worry, Be Happy' and 'Red, Red Wine' as the background elevator music of my life. I have a really good life and I'm very blessed. And counting the blessings is what makes it all worth it.
So with that, I'm going to whistle my way through the day - leaving you with this:
[There could be worse songs to have stuck in your head, right?] :-P Happy Tuesday!
3 comments:
Congratulations on hanging in there with optimism after all this time!
What Karen said!!
I am *so* happy to have found you, Gal. You truly are a highlight of my day. :-D
Lis Back at you <3
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