Cheekey Monkey Views

Row

A beautiful Friday morning.  The first cold front of the season.  The pets are frisky and it seems to be the right mindset for the day.   

There are four interesting books sitting on my nightstand and three magazines.  "Boom!" being the one that I can't seem to let go of.  My brain is a sponge for "good" stories and information.   Hope is in the air.  I feel it.   Historic change around the bend.   We need it.

The bright blue sky reminds me of long ago weekends when we would bundle up in our hoodies, rent canoes and row down stream without a care in the world (other than whether or not we would be too tired to row back).     Paddle and row....row....row....gently.....down.....the stream.....that's my wish today.

 

Whatever

Flash Forward 2 years from my last post and here I am...keenly aware that the more I push myself to go out on a limb the more alive I am.         

So much has happened during the last two years...too much to write about.  Although a friend recently encouraged me to get back to this space.     As I sit here the questions that pop into my head are--what's changed? how am I different?  what have I felt? learned?  given up? embraced? 

I'm so happy to have had the range of experiences and emotions--all of them (fear,  stress,  excitement, more stress, happiness, laughter, deeper love).   Taking calculated (and not so calculated risks).   Walking out on a limb without a plan.  Wow!    

There does and will remain this inherent part of me that will always relish a well thought out plan but, the greatest gift this time has given me is finally knowing that I am okay without one and with the "Whatever" that life brings.   

there was a world of information
in remembering the times in her life
when she was having the most fun.

when she looked back at those moments
she was instantly reminded of where and
who and what made her heart feel fully alive.

who says fun isn't scary, sacred or beautiful?

in her life,
it was one of the very best things