Gratitude Saturday

There are many things I’m grateful for today.

Our trailer

Our golf cart

Our awesome next door neighbors

The radio station that plays old America’s top 40.  Today I’m listening to the episode where the no. 6 song is Boogey Wonderland by earth wind and fire.  The week july 21 1979.

My brother, my brother in law and his wife, my sister in law and her family and friends who have sites close to ours.

I’m grateful that we have somewhere to go and relax and get away from everything and that we have friends and family to share it with

Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go dance to the no. 1 song on the countdown  Bad Girls by Donna Summer.

Breathe

Lately I’ve been waking up earlier. Instead of getting up I’ve been laying in bed and breathing.

Breathing?

Yes, breathing.

As you may know the company I work for isn’t very good to us, so I’ve been working on a side hustle.

Yes, its exciting, but it brings up a lot of my insecurities, makes me question things and brings up unhealed issues from my childhood.

As I work through these issues I need to let go of the fear, sadness and whatever other emotions come up.

So I’ve been waking up earlier to lay in bed and breathe. 

In and out.

In and out.

As I breathe I picture these emotions flowing out of my shoulders or wherever they need to come out of and away from me.

I thank them and say goodbye.

I no longer need them.

As I breathe I say nice things to myself.

I love you.

Its ok to let go of the past.

It’s ok for my dreams to come true.

It’s ok to let the real me out.

It’s ok to change.

Its ok to grow.

And whatever else I need to hear at the time.

The reason I’ve been waking up earlier is because the university next door is doing construction. They are tearing down two old dorms to make way for a new dorm.  Today the dump trucks started rolling at 7 am.  Not nice for a 2nd shifter.

Instead of getting mad about the noise of the trucks going in and out, I’ve tried to turn it into a positive.

So I lay in bed and breathe.

You know what?

I’m starting to treat myself like I’m special. It feels weird sometimes because its something I rarely did.

It feels wonderful.

I feel more confident.

I’m happier.

I am more creative and have alot of ideas roaming around in my head.

I’m becoming more of the person i feel I was meant to be.

It feels great to let go of those old feelings.

I’m making room for new, positive emotions and experiences to enter my life.

And for this I am grateful.

Watching Corn Grow

I’ve been watching the corn across the street grow every day.

A couple of weeks ago I had to go to my mailbox to see the corn stalks. Now I can see the stalks from my office window.

It rained almost every day last week so the corn got plenty of water.

The corn looks happy and healthy.

I’m excited to watch the corn grow for the rest of the summer.

This is something totally new to me and I love it!

I Can’t Wait To Fly

I had some extra time before my doctor’s appointment Tursdsy morning so I went to my favorite soap store and this is what I walked out with.

Isn’t it a beautiful saying?

When I read it, I had to buy it.

I’m hanging it in my office where I can see it every day.

It spoke to me.

I have some new beginnings starting in my life that I’m kinda nervous about.

I have these questions running around in my head.

What if I do succeed?

What if everything does work out?

What if I achieve my dreams?

I took the saying as a sign I was going in the right direction.

It gave me warm fuzzies in my belly.

I can’t wait to fly!

A Man Called Ove

I’m going to try again to read this book.

LA talked about how much she loved it on her blog so I thought I’d give it another try. I also had nice conversions with other bloggers who read my comments on her post.

I started to read two months ago, but I was confused about his dead wife so I stopped reading at page 50.

Last night I finished reading Something Borrowed by Emily Giffin. It was pretty good. I will definately read more from her.

Tonight I will try Ove again.

Who knows……

Maybe the 2nd time is the charm.

Happy Father’s Day In Heaven, Dad.

Dad,

I don’t care how many years go by this day will never get easier for me.

I’m sitting in my truck at the cemetary waiting for your beautiful wife so we can stand by your tomb.

I miss you every day.

I miss your laughter.

I miss your your stupid jokes that you told me a million times.

I miss the smell of your zippo lighter.

I miss you saying hey kid.

I miss you calling me and telling me to come and get the leftovers so Mom will cook again.

There’s so many things I miss.

Thanks for watching over all of us and keeping us safe.

Mom’s here. Gotta go.

Happy Fathers Day in Heaven Dad.

Love you,

Your favorite brat.