NEVER SAY NEVER. LIKE...EVER.

I've noticed something about myself over the course of the past six months or so. I haven't decided if it is a good thing or not, but I'm going with it regardless.

I am becoming a bit of a neophiliac.

It's a word. Look it up. And no...it's not a horrible disease.

We all know life is all about change. Our experiences tend to mold us into who we are, leading to the development of our values and beliefs. And while my character remains intact, my desire to push boundaries (my own, of course) has started to increase.

I have become more self-aware and not so afraid. That's right.

I have done things I never thought I would do. And...get this...have given myself permission to enjoy them.

While unable to pinpoint exactly why this newfound attitude has come about, I am able to identify a couple of locations. Mainly people. From trying new things to becoming a little more relaxed with who I am...it's been a huge jump out of my little box of a world.

The walls around me have come down a little more. I find I am not really caring about what people think as much as I used to. Figure if they have a problem with me or something I am doing, it is just that...their problem. Afterall, my life choices don't affect them. It is far more likely I don't cross near as many people's minds as I once thought I did. And that is a good thing.

Part of the reason for this change is due to a handful of people who have made a very welcome return to my life. I've known them each for 25-plus years, but have only stayed in touch with each very briefly. The "How are you doing?" message on Facebook, etc... was really the extent of our repertoire. I have become reaquainted with each at different times over the past couple years and each has made an awesome impact on me. I have enjoyed laughing, crying, reminiscing, and loving these people more than I ever thought possible.

A huge thank you to them for reminding me about true love and friendship. The ties that bind will never be broken between us and I am so thankful.

Always remember and never forget: If you never try, you'll never know. 

TODAY = GOOD

Started the day by working out with my bestie (yes, women my age are still allowed to use the term "bestie"). Mainly because we are awesome enough to have a mini snowball fight in the parking lot upon leaving the gym. (Again...apologies to the family who wouldn't let their son have a snowball fight and we had one in front of him. By accident. #oops).

Then I had a productive day at work. #determined

Got both kids picked up from school just a little early to avoid all the crazy people who can't drive in the snow and ice. #iamoneofthem

Once home, let Stella play (and eat) in the snow. #happyrescue

Made a big pot of chili for two happy kids and got to snuggle with one (the girl...she will watch my shows) until she fell asleep on my lap. #love

All-in-all...I'm definitely counting today as GOOD. #blessed


Always remember and never forget: Concentrate on your blessings and they will surface. #quitpouting

FACEBOOK ≠ YOUR PERSONAL DIARY

Simple words of advice: If you don't want people in your business, asking about your business, curious about your business, talking about your business or even knowing that you have any business...DON'T POST ABOUT IT ON FACEBOOK.

Because if you do, you have zero reason to complain about people in your business.

You're welcome.

ALRIGHT BY ME

time moves a little slower here
and that's alright by me
ain't no rush as far as i can see
everythin' that really matters
is worth takin' time to savor

the warmth of the afternoon sun
a good game of checkers with a chum
the laughter of children havin' fun
don't make no sense to hurry it none

no sir

i'm takin' my time here on earth
lettin' the days drift slowly by
the rest of the world is in a big rush
keepin' up with the joneses and such

hurryin' to get further in debt
but not me no sir my plate's plenty full
gotta nap to take then some
checker's to play and
i don't wanna be late

~ poem "Don't Wanna Be Late" by Michael Traveler, author of Postcards from the Backroads