A Smattering of Thought

The new year came in pretty quiet but for the roar of panic in my heart for what is to come.  I hadn't realized I was dreading this year until January 1st arrived and the roar in my heart got even louder {like Boeing 757 loud}. Main reason...I will turn 40! However, now a few days into 2015, the roar has quieted.  I realized I will not instantly grow an enormous amount of wrinkles and the grey hair is still covered, so I now to breathe, rest, and anticipate.  Rather than anticipate with dread, I'm choosing to anticipate with joy and excitement. I will never have this year again I will never turn this age again I will never be in this stage of life again So, I will embrace it fully and entirely...good and bad. My desire is to relish in each day and make memories! A list of 40 things I will make,    some silly,    some serious,    some ambitious,    some easy But none the less, it will be a list to spring me into the next dec...

I have been a terrible blogger!   In fact, I've been a terrible Twitterer as well (is that even a word?!)   I guess this just means I've been having too much fun with family and friends throughout the summer months rather than trying to post it for all to see/read. So, what have YOU been doing this summer?   Did you enjoy each sticky s'more, crackling bon-fire, infant giggle, toddler tickle war, annoying mosquito bite or were you too busy looking for the perfectly poised instagram shot to post for all to see?!

... All alone in the moonlight, la la la la-la la la... The last few weeks I have had a lot of time to just "veg" at home.  For me, that is unusual and rare. I did things I normally don't do, look through old letters, notes and yearbooks.   Not really sure why, but thought it would be fun!  Oh it was fun!!  We really did have BIG hair back then and some very strange clothing!!  As I read through the written comments, re-lived some of the photos and remembered what high school was, it seemed surreal.   I remember thinking Boyz 2 Men was the greatest singing group ever. High hair (and stiff) was a must. Peg-rolling your jeans was not an option. A Cassette  Walkman meant you were cool and then came CDs! Blue eye shadow was not for the timid. Study hall was NOT for studying. Everyone wrote "stay sweet" in everyone's yearbook. The seniors ahead of me always seemed older than when I became a senior. Looking back at who ...