Sadly, writing here has been shoved to the bottom of my list these days. Curse you Facebook and your spy-like appeal. Instead of using my creative writing talents here, I am scouring friend's of friend's lists looking for people I know. Talking me back 20 years ago, when my path wasn't carved out for me. When mean girls scared me.
I am thankful that I no longer have to walk the halls in fear that I'll be pushed from behind.
Work has alot of potential change on the horizon. It could be HUGE for me, career wise or it could turn into a whole lot of nothing. It all depends on whether a deal can be worked out. It scares me in some ways because I'm already feeling pressure in the other areas of my life, it was nice to have work that was easy, boring even. This will change everything.
I am thankful that I have job and a Boss (whom I blogged badly about, three years ago and he read all about it) that has a great deal of respect for me.
Speaking of which, change is happening right here in my own house. Tenants who have been renting here, in my home, eight years, moved out, Sunday. Two generous and kind people, I will miss them terribly. I won't miss the smoke residue and cat hair they left behind though. Cleaning and painting hasn't been easy or fun. There are only nine more days left to get it all freshened up and renovated.
I am thankful that we have another couple moving in, that we are already familiar with and say a prayer for us that we get it all done.
As I look back over my three plus years without EBF (ex-best friend of 18 years) I've realized something. ~cue Gloria Gaynor signing I will survive softly in the background~ that when it all ended I lost my ability to trust. I felt exposed. But, I know in my heart, it was time to move on. Time for me to grow in other ways. And now, it's time for me to realize that what I've got, is a million times better than I ever thought my life could be.
I am thankful to have all of you (and you know who you are), you make me laugh, you "get" me on my many levels and I feel good about having you in my life.
Family life here is full of ... LIFE ... I guess. Busy. Crazy. My oldest gets more mature and TALL each day. She has a gorgeous youthful body that I envy. I never appreciated it when I had it, go figure. My boy has hit a few bumps in the road. (bumps = hit with multiple things for me to address) He too is getting TALL. I may need to constantly wear high heels. The youngest is into everything. So if you need something cut, smeared, torn apart, broken or drawn on, she's your girl.
I am thankful for my three healthy, beautiful children and my, rockin' husband.