I haven't had the desire to blog in a while. I was being followed by a little gray cloud called "Look at all the horrible injustices in the world and there's nothing I can do to stop it."
But the moment I met little baby Nora, who was just a day old, I felt as if things were getting a little better. A new little baby who is loved and wanted in this world. Totally innocent and seems absolutely perfect. She is so lucky to have been born to two wonderful people who will love her unconditionally. Holding her and watching her sleep and dream little baby dreams was uplifting. It's hard to think about all the horror and sadness and unfairness in the world when there is an itty-bitty baby sweetly sleeping in your arms.
It feels a little weird, but even without meeting all the new babies that have been born recently in my circle of friends, I love each and every one of them. I loved Nora so much the moment I found out she was born and loved her that much more when I got to snuggle her and shower her with my tears of joy :) The love I have for all these new little babies is almost overwhelming. I can't wait to meet each and every one of them.
#94- I am thankful for Nora Marie.
#95- I am thankful for Cora Faye.
#96- I am thankful for Damon Jamison.
#97- I am thankful for all the other little babies that have been born recently who I want to cuddle and love :)
Sunday, July 14, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
#93- I am thankful for "getting back on the horse."
I am thankful for the mere concept of "getting back on the horse."
So I've fallen off of the blogging "horse." And that's ok. Stuff happens. Life happens. Depression happens. And let's face it, shit happens.
When I was about 15 years old I took horseback riding lessons. I was in the beginner class with much younger children. The lesson plan for the day included learning the basic jumping maneuvers. I was riding one of my favorite horses who was very young and very big. She was just beautiful and I remember sneaking her little snacks of apples before and after the classes. Even though it was just a tiny little obstacle to jump over, she decided to jump as if it were much bigger. Well, I was not prepared for that and fell off the beautiful horse. I was fine. All of my bones were fine. The only consequence was a slightly bruised ego. After brushing off the dirt and re-adjusting my helmet, the instructor helped me back up. We tried the jump again and it went swimmingly. All was well. I continued to ride for the rest of the year and that was that. So, I fell of a horse. It didn't scare me from getting back on again.
That was many years ago. Since then I have only gone horseback riding a small handful times so please excuse my lack of proper equestrian vocabulary. Even the lingo I did know at one time was in French so that really doesn't help at all.
But alas, I fell off of the blogging horse and couldn't seem to get back on. So here I am, attempting to blog once again. I continue to be thankful and grateful for many things but sometimes it is hard to put them into words.
So there it is. I'm thankful for the ability to get back on a horse, or a blog or well, anything, after a fall.
Because honestly if I decided to never do anything again after I've had a fall, then I'd never get to go anywhere because I wouldn't be walking anywhere.
So I've fallen off of the blogging "horse." And that's ok. Stuff happens. Life happens. Depression happens. And let's face it, shit happens.
When I was about 15 years old I took horseback riding lessons. I was in the beginner class with much younger children. The lesson plan for the day included learning the basic jumping maneuvers. I was riding one of my favorite horses who was very young and very big. She was just beautiful and I remember sneaking her little snacks of apples before and after the classes. Even though it was just a tiny little obstacle to jump over, she decided to jump as if it were much bigger. Well, I was not prepared for that and fell off the beautiful horse. I was fine. All of my bones were fine. The only consequence was a slightly bruised ego. After brushing off the dirt and re-adjusting my helmet, the instructor helped me back up. We tried the jump again and it went swimmingly. All was well. I continued to ride for the rest of the year and that was that. So, I fell of a horse. It didn't scare me from getting back on again.
That was many years ago. Since then I have only gone horseback riding a small handful times so please excuse my lack of proper equestrian vocabulary. Even the lingo I did know at one time was in French so that really doesn't help at all.
But alas, I fell off of the blogging horse and couldn't seem to get back on. So here I am, attempting to blog once again. I continue to be thankful and grateful for many things but sometimes it is hard to put them into words.
So there it is. I'm thankful for the ability to get back on a horse, or a blog or well, anything, after a fall.
Because honestly if I decided to never do anything again after I've had a fall, then I'd never get to go anywhere because I wouldn't be walking anywhere.
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