One Day at a Time

Recently I spent the day with someone who was celebrating eight years of sobriety. What a milestone! For those who have courageously walked down that road they realize staying sober takes one day at a time, and very often it is one moment at a time. They also know there are no guarantees for many a person has fallen off the wagon after years of being sober. Everyday a person is sober is a great accomplishment and every year it is monumentous.

Hats off to anyone taking one step at a time, and may serenity be yours.

Bring on 2009 It is Mine

What the heck happened to 2008? - here today gone tomorrow. Where was I? I really can't begin to tell you. It just vanished. This year I won't be so oblivious I'll show up for life's party.

My first New Year's resolution is to be present. I will try not to multi task (another word for half-assed) and be in moment. When speaking to someone I will earnestly make an effort to give them my undivided attention. For those of you who know me it could be a runaway train.

Second: I am going to complete the uncompleted. Like the 30 year Levis quilt, a 2 year sweater, 8 month scarf, scrapbooks and whatever else I find as I clean out my project closet.

Third: I am going to get together with friends and family that I have given lip service to by telling them, "We need to get together", and never do.

Fourth: I'm going to get my 10 hugs a day for optimum health. I may be parked at Corbie's house begging for them but I am going to get them. I should be able to pull one or two out of Cale (if his friends aren't around), Morgan is good for three or four and Ryan may have to supply the rest.

Fifth: I'm going to count my blessings daily and thank God for all he has given me.

Sixth: I'm going learn to use chopsticks. Yes, I said chopsticks. Every time I eat sushi it is a great achievement to get something in my mouth and monumental not be wearing my meal. (I should use them every meal, I'd probably loose some lbs.)

Last and certainly not least: I am going to laugh more. Many may think it is impossible, but I still think there are laughing moments I let slip by. So I will find more laughter and hopefully joy will fill my life.

Nothing is Better than Family

PRETTY IN PINK

God Bless America......

Oh say can you see...
...long may it wave over the land of the free and the home of the brave.

Blog Gratitude

The other night I had to have Corbie, (my daughter) fix my class blog. Yes, I said she fixed it. Some how my great computer skills were not enough. So, she went into damage control. She started to explain how I was suppose to work and edit in HTML and I nearly lost my mind. (Actually it is already gone I'm just trying to make believe I'm still here.)

Well the computer saga continues, today I had to have Linds, my Assistant, Secretary, Office Manager, all around do everything girl, and whatever title we bestow upon her, change the layout of my blog.

The truth is this blog belongs to them, I just post here once in a great while!

So to my computer gurus, I Thank You!

Floundering With Purpose

I am constantly acting as if my life has great purpose yet I am aimlessly traversing life’s path way. I remember hearing once if you don’t know where you’re going any road will do; that just about sums up my journey so far….I don’t know where I’m going and at my age you would think I should have a clue.

I’m certain I have a purpose. I know everyone does that is everyone but me. Yet I fail to identify just exactly what it is and how it should look. Just when I think I am zeroing in on my purpose I make a major shift and I find myself in change mode. You know that place where flux takes over and confusion is abounding.

I guess I should look at the bright side I do know what it isn’t. I know I was never meant to be a dancer. I have yet to learn how to do the pony and recently when I was told to get in 2nd position I had no clue as to what that was. (It did sound a bit naughty or maybe it is just my twisted mind.) Also, I am certain the requirements are to be coordinated, and graceful both of which have eluded me. Singing is out of the question….My singing is only for the hard of hearing, the shower, or my grandkids who are very tired and want me to whisper a soft barely audible lullaby…… Anything athletic is absolutely off the table – if you have ever watched me run, play softball or golf you know I speak the truth.

Laughing is the only thing I really do well and enjoy immensely. I can snicker, chuckle, belly laugh, cackle, there have even been a few times I have snorted. I also do it really loud and with great enthusiasm. I am aware that laughing may not really be a purpose but for the record I do it often so it must mean something. I laugh when I shouldn’t, I laugh when I am hurt, I laugh when others get hurt,(I know that is sick and wrong) I laugh at silly and goofy things, I laugh when I want to cry, I laugh when I should cry, and last but not least I laugh till I make myself cry.

Hey, what if laughter is my purpose? I’m thinking it just may be and little did I know I am on task. However it does seem a bit off the wall that laughter would be someone’s purpose. I don’t suppose everyone’s purpose has to look the same, or does it? For now I think I will flounder with purpose, and purposely laugh at my floundering ways. At least it keeps me in stitches.