I haven't "published" my blog since January 2016. I'm not sure why really. I think Life just happened. Well, I know it did. However, this draft (below) was hanging out waiting...waiting...so, I might as well share it. It was from July 2016. Yikes. A little over
a year ago:
"...Then there is the nearby lake. And the Floating. With a capitol F. Who knew that the simple act of Floating on an flimsy Margaritaville air mattress on an inland Georgia lake could be so freeing? Who knew that linking index fingers with your daughter (next to you on the other sputtering lounger) while you're bobbin' on the waves could invite
a humbling, embarrassing conversation you didn't want to have. Again. You know, the one where you're My Age and still frustrated at yourself because you know-what-you-should-be-doing-but-aren't-doing-it-so-why aren't you doing it? (Maybe you don't know... but...) Yeh, THAT conversation...with your daughter...who is 20...And she says she loves you, and that part-time gig you just had was 'stupid AF, Mom. You are meant for bigger things.'
So you just Float. Until the next wave comes by."
I couldn't delete that. I remember that day so clearly. And yes, the Bigger things have come along. They took a while, but they came along as a result of Leaning In and following those seemingly Divine Hints that peppered my path...Or that floated by...and I decided to grab
hold and enjoy the wave (s).
Until the next one comes.
a year ago:
"...Then there is the nearby lake. And the Floating. With a capitol F. Who knew that the simple act of Floating on an flimsy Margaritaville air mattress on an inland Georgia lake could be so freeing? Who knew that linking index fingers with your daughter (next to you on the other sputtering lounger) while you're bobbin' on the waves could invite
a humbling, embarrassing conversation you didn't want to have. Again. You know, the one where you're My Age and still frustrated at yourself because you know-what-you-should-be-doing-but-aren't-doing-it-so-why aren't you doing it? (Maybe you don't know... but...) Yeh, THAT conversation...with your daughter...who is 20...And she says she loves you, and that part-time gig you just had was 'stupid AF, Mom. You are meant for bigger things.'
So you just Float. Until the next wave comes by."
I couldn't delete that. I remember that day so clearly. And yes, the Bigger things have come along. They took a while, but they came along as a result of Leaning In and following those seemingly Divine Hints that peppered my path...Or that floated by...and I decided to grab
hold and enjoy the wave (s).
Until the next one comes.