This is My Forties

I've been reading all these inspiring books and feeling motivated to do something... and then I realize I'm a big fat chicken.  I come up with reasons why I can't travel that have no basis in the real world, but merely exist in my own head.  I find excuses not to write or take pictures or draw or do  anything creative.  Enough is enough.  Hence, I'm blogging... about everything and nothing. I'm sitting here in the office, making myself write what's in my head even though every tiny fiber of my being would much rather be sitting on my butt on the couch watching mindless cop dramas.  Which is basically where I've been for the past few days.  I'm typing because... I know it will make me feel better.  Then tomorrow I can get off the couch and engage with my children and love them and enjoy my husband on his day off.  I will no longer have this nagging feeling that I am a worthless housewife with no talent and even less guts.  None of this...

Hello again blogosphere!   Over the past month I have been evolving.  I've always believed that people come in and out of our lives at whatever time they're "supposed to" to teach us or help us.  Whether you learn or recognize the lesson is up to you.  This has happened throughout my entire life.  I can name a million lessons I've learned over the years from a once-stranger popping into my life at just the right time.  In fact, everyone I know falls under this category.  Sometimes these people stick around, sometimes they fade back into the background, but they're always an important part of my life.  Being able to see the connections we all have to each other has me in constant awe.  Everywhere we have been we've been fortunate to find amazing friends.  How?  Why?  Honestly I think it's because we're open to it and we welcome it in... we allow it to happen.  Before I start sounding too hippie and lose you all, allow me...