This post started off 6 weeks ago as a story about my purchase of a new power drill as a gift for myself. Well after milling over that too many times, it was not to be. But it got me thinking about power - you start out in one direction and find yourself on an unforeseen and completely different path if you go with the flow. But the theme is the same - power - Who's got it, how to get it, what the heck to do with. My first grade elementary class performed the play Cinderella. Of course I, like any sensible girl, wanted to play the lead role. Who doesn't love a rag to riches story? But alas this pretty little girl named Norma who only ate white bread sandwiches with the crusts removed was chosen for the lead Now the fact that I remember that bit of minutia from nearly 40 years ago is frightening since I can barely remember any of what went on in my life yesterday. Actually it proves that I have been carrying that little piece of "here's one more...
With a New Year comes another chance to manifest in my physical life what I've carried around in my head for years. I brought 2012 in quietly with calm celebration with family and more than a few swigs of Bellini but this year there are no resolutions to find the perfect career path, become vegetarian, lose weight, get out of debt, save more, go on "X" number of dates, play hostess more or get my travel mojo back. Of course, I still want to do all of that. But this first week of 2012, one of the most auspicious times of the year for me, I have chosen to celebrate my accomplishments of the previous year. I learned all too suddenly and sadly how fleeting life can be. And the postponement of desires, joys until ... can sadly become never if one waits too long not knowing the hour of our quietus. Through gratitude and reflection I hope to propel myself forward in the new year while living and feeling more in the moment than ever before. So here we go. In 2011 ...
I like to think I'm not overly superstitious but I do have a little in me. I was born on the 16th day of the month so I consider it one of my lucky numbers. When I was 16 my Mom began dating the man who would become one of the major pillars of my life, the man I'm proud to call my Dad. My second favorite day of the year was the 7th day of the 12th month - yes, I know that's Pearl Harbor Day - and yes, I know for most normal people it's Christmas or Thanksgiving but you know I'm proudly a few shades off normal or you'd have stopped reading long ago. Anyway, I had a perfect pregnancy - gained the doctor recommended 21 lbs (with a 7+ lb baby), had no morning sickness, no Braxton Hicks, no actual labor either. The only hitch was (and you knew there was one) my gurl didn't like her projected birth date of January 11, 1997. So despite attempts to hasten her arrival on the 22nd and again on the morning of 27th, she had to be forcibly removed from my womb in the ...
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