Posts tagged life moments
A summer "off," a move, and a bit of an identity crisis

With this move, my oldest went from being on the “older kid” end of elementary school, to the lower end of an “upper elementary school” that extends through sixth grade. My middle child went from going into a middle grade, to the “oldest” grade at the PK-2 school; and my baby, my BABY is starting his full time education, exactly one week from today. That last one is what is about to put me over the edge of my Momsanity.

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Day 11: the first 10 songs that come up on "shuffle."

Clearly, music has always played a pivotal role in my life. Music can remind me of my best days, and of my worst days, and of all the little and big moments in between. They remind me of days I danced with friends, of days I was lost in my own despair, afternoons riding down the shoreline, riding into adventure, or simply taking the long way home. <3 

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Day 8: A day you were most satisfied with your life

A little more than two months after Kenny died, we spent a week in our favorite shore town. I rented a bungalow right on the beach. Frankly, I wasn’t sure it was the right call, at first. This town was our town, our favorite place, and I was still feeling raw; but it was my birthday week, and if I couldn’t be in my own bed, I wanted to wake up on my first birthday without him somewhere that reminded me of him.

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Day 4: My views on religion

My faith in a higher power has nothing to do with a building, or with a figurehead, or with the idea that Jesus was the son of God (or a prophet). I find God, now, in the act of living. It was in the first screams of my babies, it’s when I watch them sleep every night, it’s when I hold them, laugh with them, and marvel at who they are. It’s in the leaps I take, not knowing what will happen, if things will pan out.

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30 day writing challenge, Day 1: The single life

I will always, always be sad Kenny died. While I live my life, and live it well and happily to the best of my ability, there will never be a day that I will think, “well, gee, his death is really okay.” Be reasonable, ya’ll. If your parent/brother/sister/best friend died, how would you feel if the world told you that you couldn’t be sad about it, and live your life in forward motion? It’s bullshit, right?? Same here, ya’ll, same here.

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