It has been a funk of a week. Ever have one of those? My back hurt, the energy was lacking, my eating and exercise habits went astray, extra long hours at work, a computer virus, and I adopted this 'whoa is me attitude'. Needless to say I am looking forward to a day off tomorrow to re energize and regroup. I am determined get a great start to the week, making it productive and energizing.
Fortunately I have a short week, as we prepare for Kennedy's confirmation next weekend. I am taking Friday off to do all of the necessary tasks that need to be done before family and about 10 of Kennedy's friends ascend on us on Saturday. This is just another important step in her life as she continues to mature and grow into a woman. I marvel at her growing wisdom and discernment and cherish the times when we are able to 'hanging out'. We just got back from running some errands and catching up on the weeks events and new friends. Next weekend we are shopping for her homecoming dress. I can't wait.
Once the dust settles on Sunday, with Monday being the holiday, a few extra days to catch up and relax a bit are being highly anticipated.
Madison started dance this week and LOVES her new class. This year we added lyrical and already she was throwing down some new moves. Those new moves caused some soreness as Friday morning. With all the drama she could muster she fell into my bathroom on Friday morning with, 'My muscles hurt sooo bad.'
Kennedy had her marching band debut Friday night and I was able to catch some great photos.
She LOVES marching band and has enjoyed expanding her circle of friends. On Saturday she had her first cross country meet and unfortunately I was only able to hear about it in retro do to having to work. Luckily that will be the ONLY meet I have to miss this season. So after a night of football and marching band, the sound of the alarm was not a welcome tune on Saturday morning at 6:00 AM. Nor was the thought of having to run 2 1/2 miles. Tears flowed and accusations of 'you made me do this' flew, but by the time the race was complete she was witnessed to have said, 'That wasn't so bad. May be I should listen to my dad more often.' She finished in the top 1/2 of the pack and ran a 19:37 race time.
I had text ed her that morning saying "It is 20% physical training and 80% what you tell yourself." Hmmmm...may be I should have taken some of my own advice last week?
As I reflect back on the week the life lessons I took away, other than 'orange chicken' sits in my belly like a block of cement. Heed my own advice. What I say and how I react to situations, determines my attitude and how I feel about myself. And lastly...Family is IMPORTANT.
This week my Friday afternoon was extended in order for me to have the privilege of assisting a women secure a burial location for her husband of 40+ years whom she had just lost to pancreatic cancer. While we were in the cemetery looking at potential locations, the woman received a phone call. It was apparent that it was someone who did not know her husband had passed. With every ounce of courage she could muster she shared the news. The day was beautiful, the warm sun shining but in the midst of all of the beauty was a deep ravine of sadness. She finished the call with tears streaming down her face. She looked at me and said, 'that is only the second time I have said the word 'died'. I just don't know how I am going to get through this.' My heart broke for her at that moment and I thought about my family and close friends and how in a blink of a moment it can be gone. One word, one diagnosis, one wrong turn, and your life can be turned upside down. We gingerly walked back to the car, allowing her the time she needed to just be. My week long 'funk' didn't seem so bad.
We let so many things in our lives prevent us from spending time with those who mean the most to us. We let 'weekly funks', bad habits, over commitments, and life get in the way of growing relationships. What she would not have given to have just one more breathe, one more minute to say 'I love you', one more moment.
Cherish those around you. Make a phone call. Send an email. Spend some time. You never know when in the blink of an eye it can all change. I am officially proclaming my 'funk' gone!
love ya...
jill
Fortunately I have a short week, as we prepare for Kennedy's confirmation next weekend. I am taking Friday off to do all of the necessary tasks that need to be done before family and about 10 of Kennedy's friends ascend on us on Saturday. This is just another important step in her life as she continues to mature and grow into a woman. I marvel at her growing wisdom and discernment and cherish the times when we are able to 'hanging out'. We just got back from running some errands and catching up on the weeks events and new friends. Next weekend we are shopping for her homecoming dress. I can't wait.
Once the dust settles on Sunday, with Monday being the holiday, a few extra days to catch up and relax a bit are being highly anticipated.
Madison started dance this week and LOVES her new class. This year we added lyrical and already she was throwing down some new moves. Those new moves caused some soreness as Friday morning. With all the drama she could muster she fell into my bathroom on Friday morning with, 'My muscles hurt sooo bad.'
Kennedy had her marching band debut Friday night and I was able to catch some great photos.
She LOVES marching band and has enjoyed expanding her circle of friends. On Saturday she had her first cross country meet and unfortunately I was only able to hear about it in retro do to having to work. Luckily that will be the ONLY meet I have to miss this season. So after a night of football and marching band, the sound of the alarm was not a welcome tune on Saturday morning at 6:00 AM. Nor was the thought of having to run 2 1/2 miles. Tears flowed and accusations of 'you made me do this' flew, but by the time the race was complete she was witnessed to have said, 'That wasn't so bad. May be I should listen to my dad more often.' She finished in the top 1/2 of the pack and ran a 19:37 race time.I had text ed her that morning saying "It is 20% physical training and 80% what you tell yourself." Hmmmm...may be I should have taken some of my own advice last week?
As I reflect back on the week the life lessons I took away, other than 'orange chicken' sits in my belly like a block of cement. Heed my own advice. What I say and how I react to situations, determines my attitude and how I feel about myself. And lastly...Family is IMPORTANT.
This week my Friday afternoon was extended in order for me to have the privilege of assisting a women secure a burial location for her husband of 40+ years whom she had just lost to pancreatic cancer. While we were in the cemetery looking at potential locations, the woman received a phone call. It was apparent that it was someone who did not know her husband had passed. With every ounce of courage she could muster she shared the news. The day was beautiful, the warm sun shining but in the midst of all of the beauty was a deep ravine of sadness. She finished the call with tears streaming down her face. She looked at me and said, 'that is only the second time I have said the word 'died'. I just don't know how I am going to get through this.' My heart broke for her at that moment and I thought about my family and close friends and how in a blink of a moment it can be gone. One word, one diagnosis, one wrong turn, and your life can be turned upside down. We gingerly walked back to the car, allowing her the time she needed to just be. My week long 'funk' didn't seem so bad.
We let so many things in our lives prevent us from spending time with those who mean the most to us. We let 'weekly funks', bad habits, over commitments, and life get in the way of growing relationships. What she would not have given to have just one more breathe, one more minute to say 'I love you', one more moment.
Cherish those around you. Make a phone call. Send an email. Spend some time. You never know when in the blink of an eye it can all change. I am officially proclaming my 'funk' gone!
love ya...
jill
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