This morning, for the first time, I felt truly like I’ve found my way in the writing project I joined earlier in the year.
I started blogging in 2008 with the intent on writing my love story with Mr. Right. A few months after our wedding, I began training for my first 5K and religiously tracking my food. As a result, I have pages and pages on my first blog of “Weigh-In Wednesday” posts.
Jay recently started a new strategy to work toward a healthy life, and I’m trying to draw inspiration from his progress. He gets embarrassed when I share, but I’m so proud of him – how he dropped a bad habit and replaced it with a healthy one all in the course of a week – I struggle to stay silent.
As a kid, I loved Choose Your Own Adventure Books. Each volume followed a similar format. At the end of each chapter, the author presented the reader with the choice of different paths. Sometimes the choice could lead to certain death, other selections lead to the happy ending.
This past weekend my extended family celebrated two milestones – the second in honor of the first. My parents celebrated their 45th wedding anniversary, and wanted their branch of the family tree to join them.
Wednesday Night Trivia
Each Wednesday night Jay and I join other couples from our neighborhood to play live team trivia. The typically Smartinis roster includes 8 regulars, but on occasion we have others join us. The other team members have impressive professional and travel resumes, so we often do well.
As a kid, I never realized my parents took us on vacations to Myrtle Beach to travel on the cheap. They packed the cooler with sandwich meat, clean the garden out of fresh vegetables, and then we hit the road. Somewhere between here and there, my dad pulled the car over and we ate lunch at a picnic table. My mom peeled cucumber after cucumber for my sister and me, an addiction I’ve yet to break.
The morning started in a panic. Papaw Delmer was taken by ambulance to the ER with difficulty breathing. He had been told by his doctors this could be a symptom of his blood clot moving to his lungs.
The family held our breaths as we waited. We had no clue what the coming hours would hold, much less days. My sister and I listened as the ER doctor explained the issues, using the phrase “potentially lethal” to describe his pulmonary embolisms. He then asked us to repeat back what we understood him to say, ensuring we understood the seriousness of the situation.
My love of hiking began taking trips with my parents over a decade ago. Kelly, my sister, must have been away at college, because I only remember the 3 of us going on hikes.
Seeking to restore my sanity and refocus my thoughts towards writing, I attempt to find a quiet place to write at my local library.