Life

Miss you dad

Miss you dad

Well, not writing about my dad’s recent passing hasn’t made the grieving process any easier, so let’s give this a try. It’s been quite a few months. I had already been struggling to keep up with my creative goals, when on June 6, I got the call no one ever wants to get. Even though Dad had been weakened by the completion of his lung cancer treatments, we all expected a full recovery (doctors and himself included). So when he passed away in his sleep taking a nap one afternoon, it was a heartbreaking shock that turned my world upside down.

I am sure I will write more about what I’ve been thinking and feeling over the past couple of months in future posts. After all, writing can be a healing process for me. As it happens, Drew and I were binge watching Downton Abbey in late spring/early summer. It was timely when Maggie Smith’s character, the Dowager Countess, tells the oldest daughter, Lady Mary Crawley, who is grieving the death of her new husband, Matthew, “The fact is, you have a straight forward choice before you: you must choose either death, or life.” Part of what I love about the Countess is how she cuts to the truth.

So while I am choosing life, one day at a time, I couldn’t restart my blog posting without sharing the tribute I made to my dad at his memorial service. So I’m concluding this post with the eulogy I gave at Dad’s memorial service. Writer that I am, doing it didn’t come easy. Procrastination was the first challenge because I thought the longer I put off writing it, maybe it meant he wasn’t really gone. But on the eve of his service I knew I needed to put fingers to the keys and allow whatever would be to flow out. The following was my message of love and loss. I am pleased with how it turned out. I really hope Dad would have been too.

Every Day In May

Every Day In May

I’m trying an experiment and setting a goal. I want to write and post a blog every day in May. One of my longer-term life goals is to write a book some day— probably a memoir. But, as they say, practice makes perfect, and I need to improve on all things writing: my storytelling, sentence structure, syntax, grammar (and no thanks to spell check) my spelling. Maybe Harper Lee could sit down and knock out a best-seller at first try, but most authors I am sure, write many books before they see their name on any awards list.

Each day I will gather some thoughts into what i hope will be a read-worthy post. Along the way I will hone my skills a bit, see if I can sustain writing every day, and share a bit more about who I am and what keeps my world spinning. In advance, thank you for reading.

Also, the photo of each post will be a snapshot from my day. Just another way to share my story.

I HATE LOSING THINGS

I think I’ve lost my sunglasses. I don’t want to admit defeat just yet, but it doesn’t look good. Andrew and I were grocery shopping on Saturday, and I was in a rush at the check-out counter. Typically I put my sunglasses either on my head, or back in my purse.

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This

Mama Said There'd Be Days Like This

It's 9:21 at night and the last thing I really have time to do right now is write a blog post. But I committed myself to writing every day this month, and so I know the only feeling that will be worse than how tired I am right now, is the regret I will feel if I don't keep my promise.

The list is long and there just aren't enough hours in the day. Between housework, travel planning, client work and my volunteer deliverables, I'm switching from one task to another without even taking a breath.

Oh, speaking of breathing, have I mentioned that I had a health scare a week or so ago? At the end of my last period, the water weight I normally retain, didn't go away. I had swelling in my feet that lasted about five days longer than it should. I have high blood pressure and

Learning Patience. Still, At This Age

Learning Patience. Still, At This Age

I heard a quote recently that blew. my. mind. It was by the successful business man and entrepreneur Gary Vaynerchuk. He said, "People overestimate what they can get done in a year, and underestimate what they can get done in ten. Wow. That is so what I needed to hear right now.

I've always been an impatient person. Well, let me be clear. Not impatient as in rude, at least I try not to be in the moment. What I mean is patient with myself. Patient with time. As my mom would say, I always wanted everything done yesterday.

I'm just not that good with waiting. But adulthood has mellowed me, a little. Maturity has showed me that not everything has to happen on my timeline. In fact, it often won't. And I had to learn to be okay with that without losing my determination or drive.

Vacation Here We Come!

Vacation Here We Come!

It's the dog days of summer and vacation can't get here soon enough. Andrew and I are planning a West Coast road trip. My family still lives in Washington, and Drew has family in Portland. Our past few summer vacations have been to flying destinations. But because ground transportation is always a challenge for us in non-city locales, having a car is a must. As a bonus to this trip we are going to take a ferry to Victoria, Canada. This trip finally motivated me to get a passport, YAY!

Not that there isn't a lot going on here at the home front. Truth be told, there is no time this year that would be a good time for me to go on vacation. Every project that I have going has to-do lists with action items longer than I am tall. And, as it is, I will still be calling into two meetings while I'm on the road.

A Post About Me

A Post About Me

It came to my mind the other day that in all the years of my blogging, I've never written a blog post detailing some of the highlights of my life. I'll try to keep this post from sounding like a book report or a personals ad. But I make no promises. Here it goes:

I was born in 1976 in Colorado Springs. My father was a pilot in the Air Force. My mother had her teaching degree, but she didn't work while my sister and I were growing up. I'm the youngest of two girls. My sister is four years older than I am and still lives in the city we grew up in, Tacoma, Washington.

Most families with parents in the military have to move every few years as they get new station assignments.

Numerology and My Magic Number 17

Numerology and My Magic Number 17

I have this numerology-seventeen card that hangs on my bulletin board. I was born on February 17. On the front at the top it reads, "Discover the secrets of your day of birth." On the bottom are the words in bold caps "THE WRITER" In the middle there is the number "17" atop a multi-colored figure shaped like a diamond.

This I Believe

This I Believe

I want to share my own “This I Believe," inspired by the late, great broadcast Journalist, Edward R. Murrow.

In case you aren't familiar with "This I Believe," it was a five-minute CBS Radio Network Program, originally hosted by journalist Edward R. Murrow from 1951 to 1955. The show encourages both famous and everyday people to write short essays about their own personal motivation in life and then read them on the air. This I Believe became a cultural phenomenon that stressed individual belief rather than religious dogma. Its popularity both developed and waned within the era of US Senator Joseph McCarthy and the Cold War.