Timing is Everything

Religious conversations and debates are slippery slopes that almost always end in heated arguments. I avoid them at all costs, unless I know you well enough to know you can handle a serious debate and discussion without overheating. That being said, I attended church last week and the topic was "What to do when you reach the end of your rope?"

If you read my previous entry you know what a timely sermon that was for me. Sometimes, timing is everything. Timing can be a great thing or it can be one of the most frustrating things you can encounter.

So, what do you do when you reach the end of your rope? In a nutshell....tie a knot and hang on!

Slipping, Falling and I Can't Get Up

How things can change in such a short time. Dance is the only thing in my life right now going wonderfully. I have a new respect for dancers, especially ballroom dancers. Lifts are no joke! But thanks J for being a great partner.

I have two more baby showers to attend and almost all of my friends will be new moms by spring.

Me?

No, I'll enjoy the ones around me and maybe one day I can blessed enough to have my own.

Life is changing and it seems like the more I fight and try to stay positive, the more negativity and uncertaintity comes my way. It's almost like trying to climb a muddy hill in the rain. The more you claw and walk up that hill, the more you slip and slide down the slope.

I have a milestone birthday coming up in the next few weeks and with my life changes, it doesn't seem like I will be celebrating as planned. I will be taking time off work to remember, reflect, write and relax.

It's well overdue.

Appreciating the Little Things (and being Serenaded)

I promised myself when I started this blog that I would post at least once a week. As life has taken interesting twists and turns, sometimes that is not possible. These past few weeks have been filled with tough situations and decisions. At times I find myself falling into the "what if" syndrome. But just when I got really down a couple of things happened.

- I was serenaded. Yes, a perfect stranger sung his rendition of Jesus Loves Me in the parking lot of one my favorite places, the library. There was no hidden agenda as he simply bowed slightly, smiled and said "Have a great day, sister." And you know what? I did.

- I have a great appreciation for nature. I've been known to disappear to a beautiful park or beach to get away. A friend sent these pictures of a rare white peacock who looks like snowflake.



I thought he (because only males display feathers this way, right?) was gorgeous.



So, thank you to my friend for the pictures and if by a slim chance the singing gentleman is reading my blog, thank you for the heartfelt song.