My ‘About Me‘ page is no longer accurate and hasn’t been for a while now. But somehow the overview seems daunting. I am resisting re-writing myself.
But if my husband were sitting beside me he would encourage me to eat my frog. It’s a personal development phrase about doing the hard thing first, and don’t you know that we’re all about personal development in this household. Brian Tracy is our current hero. We like him because he has good ideas with a necessary dose of humility.
Onward.
Things that are no longer true.
We no longer live in Riverside, California. That season is done. Now we reside in Toronto, Canada, where the sun is much more reticent.
I am no longer gestating a baby. Thank God.
But more positively, I am still Irish.
I am still quirky.
I am still alluring or choose to fancy myself so for the next while.
I still love veggies. Broccoli salad. Carrot juice. Relationship movies of the Rachel Getting Married variety. And, of course, toast. And coffee.
I am still exceptionally curious and ask a lot of questions. But I can also stand not knowing. This is new for me. Perhaps it’s living in this world with a nascent being that makes me want to wrap myself in a protective bubble. Shut out the painful world. Everybody and their pain.
Life is fun a lot of the time, and hard all of the time (Simon says that’s a limiting belief!). But, my love, I am embracing the break down of moments with a larger degree of fluidity. Amen.
Did I mention I’m a preacher’s daughter? Usually that’s when people go, ‘Should I not be swearing around you?’
Currently these are the things dominating my thinking: my play (Xippie says: LOL), establishing and achieving my myriad of goals, navigating motherhood from my parent’s basement.
Simon is soon to be a full-fledged Doctor of Systems and Cell Biology. But we still don’t have a garden, and probably won’t EVER if we stay in Canada. Not after living amongst the glory of California produce.
So I guess that’s that.
This is life in Canada from the perspective of a now 28 year old American girl with a baby and a husband and a fat cat named Frannie. And I quote: “That is not a small cat…”
My castles in the air are coming along…
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Thank goodness as I for one like watching you build your castles.
But not in a peeping tom type of way as that is just creepy. Let’s just say you bring out our Goldberg. You see a little of it here. Darlene sees it all the time and she still loves me. Sainthood is waiting for her.
A lot of really lovely lines here – though a reticent sun may not be a bad thing when it makes us extra excited to see it when it’s shining!!…or not, who am I kidding…xoxo
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