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Hi y'all.

Welcome to my blog. I write about everything here - successes, failures and stumbles in healing my heart, my home, my health and a sailboat.

My Happy Place

My Happy Place

You know how people say "go to your happy place?" 

In yoga class - although honestly no yoga teacher has ever actually said happy place during a class; the idea is there. When you say it to yourself when a friend shows you something mean and obnoxious such as the 1992 Christian Laettner shot without showing the stomp as well against my beloved Kentucky Wildcats (you know who you are, Oscar). When you are trying to sleep, trying push down thoughts of punching a coworker or trying to keep yourself from crying. 

I usually DO find a happy place but it is never the same - not the same waterfall or beach or mountain. Sometimes it's playing hockey on a pond outside with long-time friends or running up the Goodland Bridge with my friend Nomee as the sun comes up or boating with my parents or the last time I was with all my siblings at the same time. Sometimes my happy place is where I am - on the beach doing yoga at that moment, playing hockey with people whose company I truly enjoy. Looking at my happy plants and herbs and being proud I'm keeping them alive and even growing some from seed. Sometimes, like now, it's watching a unique, non-competitive food program on Netflix while eating hummus (not homemade sadly) and writing this blog.

 I have had some of those happy place moments lately. I think that's progress. 

Health continues to be good; I get stronger everyday - physically and in my heart - although today I have no voice at all - seriously. Just ask Lisa. I'm still looking for the "next path" and hoping it's in journalism - I did just write a freelance piece for a magazine in North Carolina - so yay! The sun still comes up every day as life goes on - some days I'm surprised. Most days lately, I'm not surprised - I go looking for it, knowing I can rely on the sun and the hope it brings with it.

Parts of me are flourishing - like my little countertop herb garden. Parts of me are like the last little plant in my countertop herb garden - the rest are blooming and growing ready to brighten any dish. There's one little herb - curly parsley - that is just peeking through the soil, taking its sweet time and maybe being overshadowed by the growth of the other herbs. Like the parsley and the newly planted cilantro, I will get where I need to be in good time. I just have to keep nourishing the plants and myself. 

 

Maybe It Was the Moon or Maybe It Was the Sobbing Meltdown

Maybe It Was the Moon or Maybe It Was the Sobbing Meltdown