I joined this blogging chicks thing.
Their goal mentioned something about taking over the world.
I feel like I have ENOUGH to deal with, but hey, I've always harbored the niggling desire to rule the world. So, I'll ride on some coat-tails and see what that gets me. Maybe a court jester spot.
I'm okay with that.
My Monday's lacking French Press coffee with real cream. I got up real early thinking I could trick myself with manufactured coffee run through auto-drip. Didn't work.
Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.