Just a bit about this blog, it was written last year on this day- August 7, 2016. It came up in a memory on Facebook, a good one. As I reflect on it I’m currently in Sturgis, South Dakota at the 77th Sturgis Motorcycle Rally with a man I love. We have been riding all over, not just here but everywhere. Who would have thought that this is where I would be today? Just get up and go do things before it’s too late. Or in my case as I always say, it’s never too late.
I am still on the journey finding Christine and passion for life; I hope my quest never stops, enjoy.
Sunday Morning with Coffee and Chicken’s
How absolutely amazing is it to finally start finding yourself, OK, continue to find yourself at the age of 47? The saying for me, “getting better with age”, really encompasses my choices and zest for life.
I am growing up, still gratefully learning who and what I want to be. Finding the FUN in life. You may see my Facebook side, which is actually me go figure. However, just a few short years ago I was very sedate, quiet, I stayed in woman’s meetings and the only way you knew me is if we did service together or I was asked to chair. I would walk in, throw it down, and walk out; still not letting you in. I stayed home every weekend and babysat grandkids, joyfully, EVERY weekend. Hahaha Daughter moved away, far enough so that I became a visitor, not a nanny, kids got older, and I started venturing out. Creepin.
Time has a way of healing if you do the work, and I did, do, and am.
I needed that time, to work on Christine. I had a lot of figuring out to do. I still do. One thing that I have been figuring out though is that I am going to have fun in whatever I am doing. If I do service, I have fun and still manage to get the job done. I do a lot of service. This act I do for others is really very selfish; it has done more for me. It has allowed me to meet some amazing people and let people into my life and my home, I don’t do that. I am a very private person. Secret Squirrel Morraco Mole type of private.
Coming up on 8yrs soon, over 3 yrs in my home and I only have 2 things on the walls at my house of which I just added this past year. Almost as if I was waiting for the other shoe to drop and I might lose it all. More likely that I somehow was gonna fuck it all up and walk away, one more time. I don’t have those fears anymore. Those are choices, that I am no longer willing to make. So I do the work, stay in the middle, let people in, some I let right back out.
I am getting better with age!
The Chicken Lady