Just what I needed...

Big, tough decisions require strength. Sometimes we can muster all we need on our own, many times we can't. And when I say "we" I really mean "me."

After a particularly non-thrilling day at my particularly non-thrilling job, a little road rage in rush hour traffic and a mad dash to get my husband out the door with poker money and chips in hand, I ate a lovely meal, in my home, with a few of my girlfriends and one very sleepy baby. We talked love and loss and jobs and life and we laughed and visited and watched Max find a comfy place to crash (on Momma, of course).

An evening like this was just what I needed. Life is so much better when it's shared with friends and family. I really miss my family right now and I am so grateful the surrogates are stepping in.

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Laresa said…
I think we were all surrogate families to each other the other night. . .while we are all "struggling" with our own issues right now, and that's sad, it's nice to know that there are others that understand and sympathize.
10:20 AM
lumpylush said…
I read your recent blogs and I want to share something that happened while hiking a few weeks ago.

Mike Wong and I started down a trail and came to a little creek where the trail split, one way going toward the south, and the other going toward the west. After consulting the map and the compass, we erroneously concluded we were further along the main trail than we actually were, so we chose the westerly course. As we walked along, it became increasingly clear that the trail and the map did not corelate, but we were enjoying the hike and so convinced ourselves that we were getting closer to our destination. We finally walked into a ravine that was clearly not on the map. After careful consideration, we finally concluded that we were on the wrong trail and that if we continued in the direction we were heading we would not reach our destination AND would not be able to make it back to camp before dark. So, we backtracked the miles we had previously traversed, back to the place we made the wrong turn. Talking about it later, we determined that if we had paid closer attention to where we were and trusted the map and the compass we would have been OK.

In hiking, backtracking is an essential part of navigation, recognized as a potentially life-saving part of the experience. Sometimes, if we are dreading the backtrack, we will consider it a waste of time and a chore. But, backtracking can also be an enjoyable way of seeing the scenery from a different perspective. It all depends on our point of view.

Sometimes, the only way forward is to go back. May as well enjoy the trip.
11:47 AM
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