Inspired by a friend
A lot went on this weekend. Beginning with Friday I was given a welcome reminder of something that I had not heard in a long time. My spirits were lifted. Saturday brought my first session with a personal trainer. I was surprised at myself and am now eager to get back in the gym and finish what I’ve started. To be honest, Saturday night didn’t go the way I wanted it to, but that’s ok. It’s only one night out of countless others. Sunday, Mother’s Day rolls around and despite my best efforts I was late getting to lunch. It was one that I prepared and everyone had to wait on me. I was late because I went for a run. It wasn’t my best run, but I went. The lunch was amazing and consisted of Rib Roast with horseradish and bacon crust, roasted red potatoes, stir fry green beans, and roasted corn on the cob. Sunday afternoon was spent on the couch. Sunday evening I got an unexpected and again, welcome request to help out. Me, being me, I swooped into action and accomplished what needed to be done. I then offered to a helping hand at other things and happiness was had all around. However, against my better judgment, I crossed a line. It was ok because on the other side was what needed to be there and though I left disappointed in myself, all was forgiven. Back at home, I feel a bit relieved but at the same time, my hands bring back thoughts of tonight.
I said what I needed to say and the words reached their intended recipient. No one got hurt but myself, but that was more of a self inflicted wound. One that I will recover from tomorrow.
I do also want to say that I am glad to be a friend of Jessica Canning. She inspires and I am grateful to have her in my life. I am proud of her and I admire the strength she possesses. Against everything, she has done what she needed to do, for her and for Chase, not for anyone else. Thank you Jess for letting me be a part of your life.
I’m going to offer up some creative criticism: if you’re not actually going to _say_ anything, then don’t say it at all. Aside from how much you run, nothing else makes sense since I don’t know you well enough to “get” what you’re being so vague about. Its like trying to read a 13-yr-old-girl’s diary…
That said, I know its your blog and you can do what you want with it, which may or may not include telling me to go sod off.
For me, I find it difficult to actually write in a paper journal. So this is my outlet. Sure I could set it to private or simply not write it all. However this is how I wanted to document what’s going on. I do appreciate the comments (I was surprised anyone actually still read this thing).
Also, I was REALLY freakin’ tired when I wrote it and as with every post, I never go back and read them before hitting publish. That is something I plan on working on. Looking at this one, there will be a few things that I will rewrite.
Either way, thanks for reading and offering feedback. Makes me :) on the inside.