Pulling it off … 

G3, my son, is a senior in high school. He will be graduating in just a few months. He’s currently in his third year studying German. He really enjoys it and plans on taking classes in college. Recently G3 was given an opportunity to attend German Camp and it’s this weekend. The theme for the camp is Medieval Germany. They will be speaking nothing but German and dressing in costumes. This is particularly exciting for G3 because he’s also very interested in European history. As a mom, I couldn’t be more happy for him.

However.

As a mom, I’m also finding it incredibly hard to get him ready to leave. The camp is being held in a much colder climate than where we live. Temperatures will be in the 20s overnight. Getting any child ready for camp is a task in and of itself. Throw in Medieval Germany, cold weather and a costume and you will find that it is darn near impossible to get it all together.

Well I hope you all have a day where you pull it off!!!

Rattled …

I have been a trooper with this rain. No. Really. I’ve not complained one bit. And I am not a rain lover by any stretch. Not. At. All. I’ve found the rain rather pleasant. Well. As long as I don’t actually have to be out in it. HA! But as much as we have needed the rain, I’m starting to notice the wear and tear of it. Some of our streets are horrendous! Almost every where I go there is a road that needs some serious work. Today when I was headed to meet my best friend from high school for lunch I drove down a street that was crazy BUMPY. Probably the worst I’ve been on so far. My car was shaking and the noise was thunderous. I felt like I had to hang on to my steering wheel for dear life and pray I didn’t crack a tooth from bouncing around so much. OK. I exaggerated a little. But still. It was really bumpy. Really.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you weren’t rattled!!!

A special treat …

Early Sunday mornings are the most mellow time of my week. And by early, I mean EARLY. I tend to wake up before everyone else but on Sunday it’s just different. I wake up much earlier than I need to, and all on my own. It’s quieter than a typical day. There is a stillness in our home that is unusual. And incredibly pleasant. I often get to enjoy my coffee in bed. Uninterrupted. It. Is. WONDERFUL.

Well, I hope you all have a day that starts with a special treat!!!

An unexpected gift …

Last night we celebrated the life of a dear friend and sorority sister. It was an absolutely beautiful memorial service. She blessed the lives of so many. And she will be truly missed.

A few days ago my sorority sisters and I decided to go to dinner after the memorial service. We wanted extra time together to remember our sister, reminisce and reconnect. And that, we did. It was a such a special night.

Although I remain broken-hearted at the loss of my friend, I couldn’t help but look around the banquet room last night and say to her “you did this”. There were women there whom I haven’t seen or heard from in decades. Women who really mattered to me. Women who I loved. It was an incredible feeling being in their presence again.

My friend’s passing has been a great tragedy, but last night I was reminded that death is not the end of a relationship. It simply changes it to move beyond that which is worldly … and it’s beautiful. My friend may not have been with us physically last night but through her influence and inspiration she still managed to give her sorority sisters something precious. Togetherness.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you receive an unexpected gift!!!

Be a good human …

You never know the struggles that lie beneath a person’s surface. It’s one reason I believe wholeheartedly that being helpful and kind is crucial. Not just individually either. This kind of goodness is in the best interest of humanity as a whole. Could you imagine if our FIRST instinct was to help that rude person or to be kind to that seemly hateful soul? I know in this day and age we must be cautious and discerning when giving help. It’s sad! Our world is undoubtedly damaged. But I’m still going to hold out hope that genuine compassion still has a place here. And I plan to continue using it abundantly.

Well, I hope you all have a day where you are a good human!!!

Sweaty compression bras, the struggle is real … 

There is a subject many female runners can relate to. Often times we joke about it, but it’s actually something we must deal with after every run. The removal of our sweaty compression bras. Good grief. It can be a workout in and of itself.

I went to yoga last night (trust me, I am going somewhere with this). I didn’t stretch before my class started and realized that was a bad idea after my left shoulder decided it wasn’t going to work anymore. Fun.

I didn’t think much about my shoulder after class was over. It wasn’t bothering me at all. To be honest, I forgotten that I had even done something to it. HOWEVER, the memory came flooding back after my run this morning when I tried to QUICKLY get in the shower. At that moment I became VERY aware that my shoulder was still sore. AND I was trapped in my sweaty compression bra! No … REALLY! I honestly thought I might have to cut it off me, because clearly, I wasn’t going to call anyone for help. It took me a few minutes but I did eventually pry myself out … it was no easy feat!

Well, I hope you all have a day where the struggle is real!!!

A pretzel …

I’m not sure if it’s age, activity or sleeping in a weird position, but holy moly, some mornings I’m a twisted mess. And worse, I sound crunchy when I start to move. Luckily it’s not every day, nor does it last more than a few minutes. But still. YIKES!

Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t look, sound and feel like a pretzel!!!

Finding peace in my pain … 

I’m still incredibly sad today but it comes in waves now. It’s not easy to lose someone so close to you. I know this. I’ve been through it a few times over now. It’s a process. And it’s tough. Grieving is a reminder of how genuinely you can love someone. And what you lost. The pain is immeasurable. The sadness, so deep. Yet to feel all of this is necessary to gain a sense of a new normal. Things will never be the same and daily we discover how things will now be without our loved one. Some days are better than others. We learn ways to remember them fondly and manage our grief. But we never forget. Not. Ever. All of this discomfort becomes part of the journey that we continue to share with the person that we lost. I find beauty and comfort in knowing this. It becomes a relationship between souls, not people. A connection more profound than one that relies on our humanness to maintain. True love transcends all of that. 

Well, I hope you all have a day where you find peace in your pain!!!