Today is the tomorrow that we worried about yesterday. Welcome to tomorrow.
August 10
Here we are. The last few weeks have been busy, but I can’t stop enjoying this type of busy. Starting a nonprofit is a whole lot of work that I never even imagined. I am so very thankful for those that are a part of this journey. It is certainly a movement. I have so many ideas that I often feel like my brain is throwing up, graphic isn’t it? Podcast to fundraisers, I want to do it all, but with help and guidance. Speaking of podcast, I did my first one a couple of days ago and it is so much fun. I love that I am learning so many new things while telling the story of my older sister through this organization.
August 11
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, it is probably a bear. Yes, a bear. I have noticed that this is the thought process I should have when I point out the obvious. I don’t get it either. Some say” leave it alone” or “it won’t matter to you in a year”, but I don’t. It may not matter to them, but someone else may be placed in the same situation. Why not stop the cycle of bad intel and pretending that everything is ok? Pointing out the obvious means that I am ready for change. Change to do the right thing for a better outcome. I will do my part in speaking up, hopefully others catch on too.
August 13
Deon and I celebrate 10 years of marriage this month! The day he ate my last Cinnabon Pretzel 10 years ago, left me wondering about the state of our relationship, but here we are. I can go on about how perfect our union is, but it isn’t. What is meant for us, is for us. We work together and together we work. I met someone that can handle my crazy and awkwardness as much as I can handle his. Every day that I call him my husband is a day worth celebrating. We have grown so much over the years. There is so much more to come.
With all that is going on, those three journal entries stood out the most. I don’t have my computer or a journal readily available to write out my thoughts currently. I use spare paper that I should really be taking notes on for the task at hand, but oh well. Journaling is my stress reliever. It’s my best way of coping with anxiety, stress, and grief. I miss my sister more than anyone will probably understand. I hope no one ever feels the way I feel and I pray that if they do, they have people in their lives that truly understand. It's one thing to grieve, but to do so and feel like the situation you are in is because of grief... well any who... I feel like if Shauntel were still here this last year probably wouldn’t have unfolded the way that it did. She easily pointed out the duck and wouldn't let anyone convince her it was a bear.
We live, we learn, and drink a glass of wine while remembering the good times. Luckily for me, there are plenty to think about.
So much more to come, but until then, let me call my kiddos so they can ask me where their daddy is and how was his day.
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