We did it....we moved to our little lake home in Tennessee! The larger home is on the market and we are loving the serenity of lake living. The drive in to work is a bit longer, but the view is just awesome!
The only concern right now is the stench of rodent death coming from the pantry. Locating the deceased is a project for tomorrow 😆
Peace
Today is my birthday. My 50th birthday....
It's been a great day full of friends and family to help me celebrate this milestone! Truly is have blessed beyond measure with such a great support system...near and far. Today marks a significant point in my life's journey.
I am 50 years old! I will never see another 50 years. The Lord willing and the creek don't rise, I will have another 30 good years left. I will live to see my grandchildren's children and walk hand in hand with my handsome husband as we help each other maneuver our flailing bodies. There is a morbid significance in knowing that more than half of my life span is over and I don't even know where the years went. How did I get here...at this age...?
Today marked the beginning of the new phase of living for me. Where I spent 50 years seeking love, approval, respect, career, friends, and chasing family relationships, I enter this new age claiming the "Serenity Prayers my moto:
"God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can and the wisdom to know the difference."
With little time left in this life, I will be selfish and frugal with time and myself. I am loved by so many...truly loved. I know who they are and I reciprocate the unconditional love that I receive. I no longer need to seek approval, love, friendship, or respect from anyone....there are no conditions I feel I need to meet anymore. One-sided relationships no longer fit in my life - they take away my time and attention that need to be placed on those who willingly give and receive.
I want each moment moving forward to count...each second. It won't be wasted. I am no longer afraid of what people may think of me...what I think of me is what matters. My self worth will no longer be measured by my body type, how many "friends" I have on FB, how many wrinkles I have or my double chin. I am beautifully designed and I am loved and accepted by people who love me just the way I am.
There is no room left for pettiness. No room for wasted moments.
50 years came so damn fast.....30 will be a blink.
Peace
Well, I actually love going to them, but I HATE having a yard sale. Alas, I am sitting here, in the cold, with my stuff posing just right begging people to show up and take it all away! In 1 1/2 hours I have made $15. Where are the people?????? Don't they know own that I have good stuff for cheap, cheap, cheap? Stuff that cannot go back in my house under any circumstances. Nope...it's all gotta go.
Peace
Rich and I have made a monumental decision.....we will begin interviewing realtors tomorrow evening to choose the right person to list our primary home. While I have felt this was a positive direction for a while, I needed my husband to draw his own conclusion, which he did.
We are both looking forward to selling our larger home and becoming full time residents of the lake house community. I did a great deal of downsizing while Rich was deployed but still have a little work remaining...and Rich has a few pre-listing projects to complete.
I am so very excited for us and am looking forward to this new chapter.
Peacr
What a weird title for the post. It's just what came to mind at this very moment. Rich and I are somewhere west of Memphis, a mere 37,000 feet up, flying home from a visit to the west coast. Piled I like sardines with no much to that passes the time, thinking is just about the entertainment for the moment.
I love to travel but going home is the best part...the only part...that I love about leaving.
Peace
"Write a blog post" - this is on my list of things to do today. Well, it was on the list yesterday ... but it got bumped. Such is the way of the world. I have forgotten what it's like to just sit down and write without any agenda whatsoever. Kinda feels nice.
The last couple of weeks have flown buy and my love and I are still working our way through reintegration. Sometimes it seems like "just like old times" and other times we recognize that we are each different and different with each other. Our normal is new and we are finding our way through intimacy both in the bedroom and out. While Deployment is a bitch.... reintegration is even more so. It doesn't matter where or for how long, separations and getting back to a new normal are tough. Enough said!
Tomorrow morning Rich and I hop a plane for the West Coast and a visit with the California kids. It will be a nice time and they are all eager to get their dose of my husband. The trips out there are often an emotional struggle for me but I keep myself tuned in and find my enjoyment once I arrived. Not long ago I was overwhelmed with feeling like I have been played and put in my place....my feelings were hurt and my heart hurt; this trip, and all others to California are not about me, but most importantly they are about my truly amazing husband.
On the horizon is some work around the houses and falling into some pretty major fishing adventures! The other day we popped the grandkids tents next to the lake and laid down in one of them with two of our grandchildren. That was the coolest moment ever...just laying there, listening to the wind and the trees dancing. The kids were happy and we were happy with them.
I miss this blogging thing. Very much. It's high time to get it back on track and off the list!
Peace
After many days, nights, months without him, deployment ended and the celebration of return began.
My man is home!!!!!!
Reintegration is in motion and we have the joy and laughter of finding our groove again. The smell of a foreign land has been washed away from his clothes and body and replaced with Arm & Hammer and Snuggle fabric softener. I love that there is a man in my shower and in my space. His tennis shoes are sitting in the bathroom floor where he left them after the gym this morning .... his toothbrush on the edge of his sink.
The return of love.... my love....his love....our story.
I love it!
I love him!
Peace
