First off, Merry Christmas dear three readers! I hope you had a joyful day doing whatever makes you happy. We had a lot of fun at Cousin O’Cool (and kids) house for Christmas Eve- lasagna, gifts and laughter. It was one of our best times yet. Got to visit my Aunt Janet (Dad’s sister) on the way and it’s always so nice to see her.
Today was in-law side and mostly that consists of driving to Delaware, stopping in to visit people for all of 3 minutes (German – love that about them! heh) and then head on out. We only see most of them once a year so it’s easy to see how fast the kids grow – Duty’s sister’s granddaughter has six (SIX!!!) kids under 6 (a set of twins in there) and she’s like 25. Good lord. I just cannot fathom that. Perhaps another lifetime or thirty.
Anyway, so I’ve decided that a lot of the bad habits (mostly food and sloth related) have got to stop. Eating because I’ve been unhappy at YOPOE has not served me well (does it ever serve ANYONE well?) and I am way too young to feel this sloggy in my body. Duty is at his highest weight ever and with the way his heart has a history of attacking him, that’s not good either.
A former coworker and one of my best friends at YOPOE retired in September and moved to Hilton Head SC. She was in town the other day and stopped in and DAMN! Girl looked so good! She and hubs play tennis every day and they eat really clean – as in no processed crap.
I was both inspired and shamed. (Is it possible to be both?) And it reminded me to pull my shit together now. Not next year. Not some day. NOW.
Biz coach and I had a chat about doing what I want in my business vs. doing things because it’s what I’ve done or what I think others want me to do. And it dawned on me that all of this is related. Duh, amirite?
So, with four working days left at Ye Olde Place of Employ. it’s time for some deep thought about 2015 and what I want.
If you could do what truly makes your heart sing, what would it be? (I’m oh-so-curious!)
Dreaming – would be to be able to stay home with the girls and not need for anything…. Only a lottery win could achieve this…
Reality – to love my body again. Twins pulled it apart, and my bad habits made sure to keep it a mess. To be confident at my job, and not always worry about keeping it. To know what to do about the eight snowflakes I still have, and wether number three is a good move or stop now and let them be adopted..
Some do-able, Some so hard…
I don’t know. Isn’t that weird? I really don’t know what would make my heart sing. Who am I? Who, she asked.