Champagne Sundays

Did you ever have one of those days where you cry at stop signs?   Okay, so anyone that knows me knows that is a typical day for me, but the past 24 hours seem exceptional weepy.   Honestly, I need to work.   I feel like I have no identity, no challenges, and no successes unless I’m working.   Now I know what many would say, “but you’re a mom, and a great one at that,” or “you should be defined by your heart, not your work,” or “the fact that you’re holding your chin up (most of the time) through all of this is success in and of itself.”   Well … pbltttttttt. I love to work.   I’m excited by taking something and making it better.   I’m excited by brainstorming and the trial and error process.   I’m excited about being right.   I love to work. The thing is; I’m looking at a pile of mess in my house as we’re in the process of painting.   If its work I’m looking for, one would think I could simply open my eyes to the disarray befor...

Change.   It seems to be the word of the week.   Everywhere I turn there’s someone talking about change whether it be in a relationship (you know who you are ... YAY!), in a job status (congrats VR for taking it upon yourself), in waistlines (-50(+) – way to go JS), or even the piggy bank full of change that my son asked to cash in after nearly a year of savings.   Really, I feel right now like everything and everyone is transitioning around me, and I am leading the pack. Someone told me just today how proud they are of me for keeping it all together.   Personally, I don’t think I’ve done a very good job at that, on the inside, but that’s neither here nor there.   As I started to write this, thinking I was going to pour my heart out about personal loss and change for no one to read (a personal blog is a public dear diary entry, right?) I was interrupted by this month’s prayer request email.   Hello reality slap in the face.   Nice to meet you. So ...

Okay, let's be honest.  I have no idea what to write for my first entry.  I suppose, if I did a search of all things first-blog-post-sentences, I'd find no less than a gazillion that start with the same exact thought I just wrote.  So much for making that first stand-out-from-the-crowd impression. So why today?  Well, it could be because I have the time (insert will-NOT-whine-about-lost-job reminder here), it could be because I have 3 children running around the house (note, I only claim one as mine) and I need to escape to the computer and pretend I'm actually working to reinforce the QUIET TIME I just imposed, it could be because a Ms. Katie Haile, who shall remain nameless, hasn't written in over a month and I choose on any given day to live vicariously though her words, of simply because I have an usual need to use hyphens today (she states after noticing there are already 12 used in less than 9 lines). Whatever the reason, I'm here and will do my best to shar...