So we come to the end of another blog. This one was focused on each of us looking toward our horizon. As I read back on week 1 I realized what I set to do I have accomplished. I worked toward a better me. Added and deleted things as needed and was always in control of my life. Through it all I have kept my circle small and family at the center of it all. Even though I filed for divorce and divorce was finalized I never broke down. I took each bump in the road and learned from it. This blog was about growth. The biggest growth I had this year was the growth of my heart. I learned to love again and to accept someone loving me. I was blessed that even though one chapter closed the next one still included those I hold dear to me. A piece of paper didn’t make us family. Years of love, road trips, shopping trips, crying fest, and sisterhood made us family. The fact that family is not always blood was proven this year. The fact that you can’t help who you fall in love with. The fact that as we get older we get wiser. And the fact that the HORIZON IS WHAT WE MAKE IT. Well in my year long journey I believe I just began to reach my horizon and I will continue to grow, love and learn about life all because of my FAMILY. Burn rubber not your Soul. When you feel like you’re falling reach your arm out because they will be there. And at the end of the day give back to those that can’t give. That in itself is the biggest reward. Feeling Blessed!
It was shocking and breathtaking to see how far I’ve come since last year. Some things haven’t changed but the ones that have make this journey amazing and my horizon reachable. Here’s to the past molding me for my future.
Lyric of the Week: “I don’t wanna… love you…don’t wanna…need you… just wanna… leave you. I just want it to be over. ” -To Be Over, Keyshia Cole (If this is a repeat, lyric… get over it. It’s relevant again.)
And this being the first Sunday without football just…sucks. maybe I’ll take all this free time to start my book. I dreamed the title and opening pages this morning… yeah, that’s my goal for next week. Start the book.
Lyric of the Week: “How come everybody wanna keep it like the Kaiser?” Give It Away, RHCP
It was a good week. But, I am officially at the angry stage of winter. Where snow has become ‘that nasty bullshit’ and shoveling has become ‘time for that bullshit’ and going to work when it snows has become ‘fuck all that bullshit’. Fucking ground hog. Lol I am ready for spring. And more time for me.
Lyric of The Week: ” You. You don’t know how lucky you are. Hanging with that girl on your arm. But soon enough, I’m taking my shot. BANG.” Sweeter, Gavin DeGraw
Workdays: Perhaps because camp is over. Maybe because I’m in between responsibilities. Who knows? Whatever it is, I have needed the coffee to get me through. I took off Friday. Glad I did, I may have poked my own eyes out for the sheer excitement of blood and EMTs. Work is tedious. Every day this week I skipped out to go do something else mid-day (shhhh, don’t tell the boss). Goal for this week: make it not quite suck so bad- get my work mojo back.
Playday 1: YouTube and me re-aquainted ourselves. I was reminded that I love trying to learn to cook. I watched just about every single Super Bowl food video that YouTube and Food Network had to offer. I planned my menu whilst watching the preseason games. Cheesesteak egg rolls, Pizza bites, Buffalo Chicken Sliders and many more exciting twists on gameday faves. . . . don’t you wanna come over? “Eat Pray Love” (and a moment of silence) came back to visit me this week. Needed that.
Playday 2 & 3: I had a ball at Hurricane Harbor and Point Pleasant. I squeezed all my summer into one weekend. I went on a 75 foot body slide, waded out up to my neck in the ocean and floated on the waves. All kinds of daring things. Blah, blah, blah. But the real story here is that I WORE A BIKINI! ME! Only took 35 years. YAAAAAY, ME!
This week’s lesson. Learning it.
Week 5. Better than some in some ways, not as good as others in other ways. But, my eyes were on the horizon. Two things that fell off the horizon though, were my eating and spending. Spent too much, ate too much. 2 words of danger: fried Oreos. But, refocusing in week 6. 6 pounds for week 6. I see the symbolism here, don’t you?