Still here

I was recently reminded that this site still exists. How is that possible? My life has taken so many turns lately. Perhaps I should use this for therapy, A place to rant about all things. Life, politics (maybe not), people who don’t use turn directionals in their cars, stuff like that.  Maybe just the oddities that happen; like baby snakes outside my patio door or accidentally setting my toaster oven on fire.

Not sure when I’ll be back, but it’s nice to know I have a place to come to.


It’s Been A While

Hello there. So I guess it’s been a long time since I posted, so long I let my wordpress account on this site lapse. I considered letting it go completely and then realized that sometimes I want a place to share random things.

How does time go by so quickly? 2016 is a Leap Year, but what that really means is Leap Day; cause let’s admit it, it only lasts for one day. I’d like a real Leap Year. An entire year to not be responsible….for anything. No bills, no taxes, no obligations. An entire year to clear out not only the physical stuff that has taken over my life, but the emotional crap as well.

I recently started a new business adventure and although it is going rather well, my domestic life has taken a hit. I need to get back to removing that which I don’t use, want, or love out of my living space. Spring Cleaning; but not for the sake of making room for new.


Well unless it’s fabric.


Approaching Change

When I was working in the corporate world, we were told to dress for the job you want, not the one you have. I started to think about how that could translate to any changes in life. For example: if you want to be an artist; do the things an artist does. If you want to be healthier; act healthy. Whatever the goal or task, you are the one who needs to define it. Google is not in charge here, you are.

Right now I want to be calmer.

1. What does calm look like? Where can I be proactive? What is preventing calm?

2. Make a list. Make a chart. With COLORS! But not too long, the ultimate goal is to be successful and if the quantity of tasks outweighs their quality, I am doomed.

3. Celebrate, but be forgiving.

So that is the plan. Identify, track, fall down, get back up and applaud.



Memory Road Trip

I just completed  a 900+ mile literal memory road trip. I went to childhood homes, hangouts, schools, and cemetaries. I drove down the roads where I learned to ride a bike and drive a car. Went by the place of my first kiss, first school dance, first heartbreak, first fender bender, first legal drink, and first broken bone. Ended up on the streets where people lived that I haven’t thought about in years.

I went into buildings that I once frequented where nothing had really changed and often found new buildings where others had once stood. Drove through towns that I hardly recognized and ones that have remained the same for over 50 years. I discovered museums filled with immense history and sanctuaries of pure solitude.

I reminisced with old friends and made some new ones. Some of us have stayed put geographically, while others like myself have moved many miles away.

When the journey ended, I boarded a plane and headed home. Home. Has a nice ring to it, don’t you think? In my youth, I always considered home to be the place where I grew up. That feeling you get when you pull in to the gas station where you were still too young to drive. I thought when I moved away, that feeling would never follow me.

Home is different for me now. It is many years and miles from my youth. It is where I had my first adult job, bought my first home, married, bore my child, and traveled the legal jungle of my divorce.

Looking back, there are many places I could have ended up. I’ve even spent too many hours lamenting my choices; not any more. I am happy where I am and what I have done. I am where I am supposed to be.

I am home.