Cricket’s Thoughts

Texas has been good for the kid, but life is much the same. She still loves nature, especially around water.

She still loves to play in the park.

And of course, climb the monkey bars.

Her cell phone still rings way more often than mine does.

And, she still abandons me at the first sight of a skater.

The more things change . . .

Oh well, I can always go back to taking grass pictures.

At least the ugly adorable duck still likes me. 🙂

Over the last 18 months we have faced a roller coaster of challenges, triumphs, setbacks, heartache, and pain. Through it all, I have learned that I can choose to wallow in self pity, drown the sadness in brandy, or I can choose to make a DECISION to start truly living again, to pull myself up by the bootstraps and find my own happiness, somewhere deep in that open field within my soul.

I choose to start living again.

Now it is a matter of going through the steps that will make it possible.

1. Focus on raising my daughter, spending more quality time with her, while bringing joy and laughter into her life. This is usually as simple as handing the kid money and taking her shopping. 😉

2. Get out of the apartment (and away from the computer) every single day, even if I just go for a 30 minute walk or swim in the early morning light, or spend time browsing through Borders. It may even be time to start another 30 day photo journey. It’s pretty tough to feel anything but joy while photographing ducks playing and bathing in the pond.

3. Get back in the gym again. One of the things I have missed most from Mississippi is my daily workouts at the gym and evening walks at the track. It always gave me time to work through the thoughts in my head, and just plain made me feel better.

Tomorrow morning I will be going with my son to join the local gym (Spectrum) here. Okay, I know it isn’t enough to join. Turns out it only works if ya actually go and do something beyond sitting in the lounge drinking coffee and watching the old guys sweat. So yeah, it time to put myself back on a daily workout schedule. Does this mean I get to go through the sore muscles all over again?

Should I order stock in Icy Hot now? 😉

Look out folks, I am back …

“Here I go again on my own, goin’ down the only road I’ve ever known. Like a drifter I was born to walk alone. An’ I’ve made up my mind, I ain’t wasting no more time.” Here I Go Again (Whitesnake)

Have you ever had the feeling that you should have known, but then realize that somehow you knew all along, but didn’t want to know? You wanted the happiness so badly that you ignored that it just wasn’t right, it wasn’t meant to be.

I think sometimes we think that we can create the life we want for ourselves. We forget that there are some things that we have absolutely no control over.

Some of us (me) are simply meant to be alone.

There is no reason to fight it.

It just is …

Woah! Cricket’s gone pink? What’s up with that? Yeah, I don’t see me as a pink kind of girl either, so it takes something very important for me to decide to make my blog so pink. Any ideas? Yup, you guessed it. October is National Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

“Breast Cancer Awareness Month is an annual international health campaign organized by major breast cancer charities every October to increase awareness of the disease and to raise funds for research into its cause, prevention and cure. The campaign also offers information and support to those affected by breast cancer.” https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breast_Cancer_Awareness_Month

I would like to challenge all of my readers to “go pink” on their own blogs for the month of October. If you don’t like messing with CSS, you can download the Breast Cancer Awareness Theme free of charge.

With only 23 days left until we see Mississippi in our rear view mirror, we decided to spend the day out on a long country ride taking pics.

Even though we faced some of the biggest challenges we have ever faced here, we will also be leaving some of our fondest memories, such as meeting friends who will now forever be family, and tequila brave midnight motorcycle rides. Of course that memory led to me spending hours drooling over Kawasaki motorcycles online.

Looking down over Grenada Lake.

Turtle soup?

Okay fine, I didn’t run over it, or cook the dang thing. Haley even gave him a gentle ride to the edge of the road so no one would squash it.

Lost in thoughts . . .

Uh huh . . .

Okay, so I am goofy. What’s your point?

Just for Mikey . . .

Did you see that?

Oh yeah . . .

Lord have mercy . . .

Ummmmm . . . Yeah . . .

Hey Mikey!

Okay, ya know dang well I had to convert one to black and white.

When I need to reflect on life, I tend to head down to the river. There is something about the boat landing that has a way of helping me accept and deal with the challenges life places in my path.

“I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity.” Gilda Radner, 1946-1989

I never tire of watching the water and reflecting …