" We are still in the perpetual mode of renovating. Our house is older, not as old as some but much older than others. Upgrades, do-overs and hope so. This has been our" modus operandi" for the past 8 yrs. Money, time and do-it -ourselves set the schedule. We are gaining ground, but the light at the end of the tunnel is still distant. Or so it would seem.
We rarely ask for help, we don't seek free but we always hope for the best.
I make prayers daily upon awakening. Answers if any are vague at best.
These are pages in the book that chronicles our life. With caution I began to meander back through the chapters and found much that was left unsaid laying by the wayside.
As I glanced around I found pieces of our story tossed randomly about.
With a bit of melancholy I wondered who beyond the two of us would actually give a shit. I decided to find out. From here on I am going to sit my butt in the hard uninviting writing chair and document events , observations and interactions (uncomfortable or not) on a daily basis. The writing will probably be rough and the grammar bad but there is sure to be threads of humor woven through out."
Today is January 1, 2016. I'm not quite sure where that post was initially leading me but I am in the writing chair.
I am going into this year with no resolutions, no chosen word, few expectations. My intention is to remain as open as I am able to all that comes my way and try to roll with grace.
Mantras or questions........these words are how I ended the last days of 2015 and greeted 2016; Where am I gonna go next and how am I gonna get there? How can this be easier, lighter and more graceful?