It is Sunday, July 5th 2009. As I begin to write my first entry for my blog, I am wondering why it has taken me so long to do this. Perhaps I can start by saying that I am not a writer. When I was young, I cringed at the idea of writing for my language arts classes. The fact that it took a forceful bribe to get me to read a chapter in a book (any book) reinforces to me that I never had a desire to dabble in the likes of literature.
I am proud to say that since my childhood years, I have become very fond of reading pieces of literature focusing on subjects that are interesting to me. Oh and how that has helped me through the years with my vocabulary and speaking skills. If only my daughters would understand that (but no, they will follow in my footsteps and realize later in life.) I never “brushed up†on my writing skills, but have always admired my family and close friends who have the amazing talent of painting a picture with words on a simple piece of paper.
I am not going to try to make the impossible happen here, folks. I am just going to write about some of my passions. I feel like I have so much to share, and so much to be excited about. If you are reading this, you know me pretty well. I don’t need to go into the details of “who I am†and “why I’m here.†But I will tell you that for years, I have been asked by many friends to start a blog. I never FULLY understood the reason behind doing this. Until recently, someone that I least expected, inspired me to write…
My husband is an amazing man. Of course we have our disagreements, but he is amazing. He is so incredibly smart, such a practical and level headed guy, and so caring. It was about a year ago that he told me that he was not completely satisfied with the direction that his job was taking him and that he wanted to make a change (despite the plummeting economy.) I supported him, because I knew that whatever he put his mind to, he would accomplish.
I won’t say that the last 10 months have been flowers and rainbows. Because they haven’t been. But he has handled every situation and scenario that has been presented to him with such grace and professionalism. I didn’t ask him how he was dealing with the stress – because I myself felt a bit of it as well. Until one day, I read some posts on his blog. I was so inspired. THIS was his therapy. THIS is what kept him going. THIS was his outlet. And the pieces that he wrote were very strong. Some were angry, some were funny, and some were just gosh darn beautiful. My favorite one is titled, Inspiration.
In these last 10 months or so, he decided to spend some free time experimenting with his hobbies. And now he is working again on a project that challenges and excites him. I feel silly saying that I am proud of him… but I’ll say it anyway. I am SO proud of him. I don’t think that I ever gave him the “props†that he deserves for winning in the end. So, here’s to you, sweetheart – I am starting my blog with a huge hats off to you – sort of a dedication. Take it now before I change my mind… 😉 xoxo