It’s been FAR too long since I posted on Happy Talk.
Ah, life!
I used to attempt to do everything on my To-Do List all at once in an effort to keep up with someone else who could seemingly accomplish more in a day than I could. The problem with that is if it’s not who you are, you can turn into a crazed lunatic. (Just call me a recovering Cruella. Ok, not really.) Now, instead, I dive into the moment and the other very important priorities get shifted down the ladder until they can get my undevided attention–well, a good hearted effort at least.
The first ladder rung to recently get placed at the top and trump others was 14 hour days consisting of work and school. That combo has been an adventure I haven’t attempted for 13 years. Holy moly! I don’t know how people with children and jobs go to school. Occasionally I say to myself, ”Where do you live, Linus?” (Sabrina, 1995) and then I put the books away and go play.
I recently finished my first quarter at Utah College of Massage Therapy. It’s a good sign that after three months I still find myself thirsting for all there is to learn in class every day. I so enjoy it all. The adjustment this second quarter is all about upping the anty of study time for Anatomy. Goodness me! It’s like learning a new language and I definitely don’t have the gift of tongues.
The next rung on the ladder to top all others came along when that big blue Southwest jet landed on May 28th to deliver my soldier back from Iraq. I’ve done enough gushing on my personal blog about the day and the events following his arrival so I’ll just let these photos taken by a photographer for the Salt Lake Tribune tell the story.
Since Alan’s been home I keep catching myself taking those deep Yoga breaths that come from the tips of your toes and slowly work their relieving magic up through the lungs. It makes it obvious that I subconsciously worried about him even though I didn’t think I did (except maybe a few minute times when I listened to the ugliness).
Now is the time we’ve been waiting for, and for much longer than the year he’s been deployed. It’s time to find a new kind of normal.
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Loved this. Your life has really changed, hasn’t it? Interesting how many times in life we have to find a new normal. I think that is what my battle with Grandma Nina is all about. We both need to find a new normal, and she wants it to be like it used to be or nothing. Good insight, Lyns. I loved the Sabrina reference.