Who knew??

My lovely daughter and I were trying to figure out something to do together this morning that didn't cost an arm and a leg. So, we decided to first walk through the Renton Museum which took all of 10 minutes and that was pushing it! (No offense to the founders of Renton...not much has happened in the last 100+ years! lol) Then we walked over to the library. I forgot how relaxing a library can be and how enjoyable reading for the sake of reading can be! I've been so focused on text books for so long that I forgot reading is a wonderful gift...who knew!? As I get closer and closer to being done with school (little over 3 weeks) I'm reminded of when I was pregnant. In the beginning it was all wonderful and exciting and by the end I was sick of not being able to see my feet, get up off the couch or go more than 5 minutes without a potty break! I'm clearly at that same place with school...I want my life back. And really, I want the new life that I seem to be creating more fully. I don't want the constant voice in my head telling me that I should be reading some technical paper and not just sitting and enjoying my back yard. And...I'll be visiting the library a TON more as my desire to devour the written word is great right now.

I want to take a quick moment to honor my mom. Last week was 7 months since she passed away and though the pain has changed it hasn't lessened. The 9th of every month hits me like a ton of bricks and usually catches me off guard. For anyone reading who didn't know my mom you missed out on an incredible person. For anyone reading who did know my mom, you have a space in your life that is a little less full because she's gone. I think I posted before that my mom was a force, not a wall flower. She did what she wanted and assumed everyone around her would adapt. It never occurred to her that maybe she should adapt to others and that was her gift. My childhood was full of boyfriends and moves and interesting circumstances that, as she loved to say, made great stories. My mom had no failures or mistakes in her life ever. And when I say that I mean to its fullest extent. My mom never made a mistake or had a failure as far as she was concerned...she just had a full life that has a thousand funny stories. No matter how painful the situation she was certain a funny story would emerge from somewhere as long as you were open to seeing it. As I typed the word open just then I realized that is the best word to describe her...open. Open to every possibility and ever opportunity without the fear of failure or care of what other people would think. We all need to be more like that and I know that her spirit and zest for life is part of what is driving me to change right now. I want to have more of that spirit.

Love and peace to all. I sure hope you enjoy reading this 'cuz I'm sure enjoying writing it!

KA :)