“Once we accept our LIMITS, we can go BEYOND them.”
--Albert Einstein
There’s an expiration date for everything. Your life, your relationships, your youth…my tolerance for certain people. (I do find the fact that my can of tuna won’t expire until my son is in middle school unnatural…but I digress).
2011 was set into motion quickly because on January 3rd, my mother-in-law passed away. She was only 61…young by today’s standards. My dad was 55-years-old when he died, my father-in-law, 58. I look at my mother, who is going to be 59 soon and hope only for her health and happiness. She wants to be around for when my children start college, hopes to see them married and prays to be able to hold her great-grandchildren someday (notice her focus on them--she's seen me all "growed" up enough). As a point of reference, my paternal grandmother turned 96-years-old the same day of my mother-in-law’s funeral. Let’s hope we all have an earthly visit that long.
Returning from 9 days on Guam, and after recovering from jet lag, I looked around at my home, my life, my thoughts, my family and as accomplished as I feel, there’s always, I mean ALWAYS room for improvement; always another step towards a new GOAL (or old goal) that requires my focus and dedication. It may be only a day of focus that I can muster, but that keeps me moving forward. Life never stops. Dust never stops settling on your possessions. My children continue to grow and mature in size and intelligence and in my daughter’s case, sassiness. I may have to table one thing to accomplish another. I may have to quit a less important thing to cross another item off my To Do list. It can be overwhelming, but it needs to be done. Maybe I just need to get an IV drip of caffeine, or make more money to hire some help with menial tasks like dusting and cleaning and cooking. (By the way, being a published—that is a self-published author of two books does not make me RICH…far from it, but I am “rich” in other ways that are non-financial).
As I construct this blog, I have a million and one things on my mind, my daughter asking me to switch on the light in the bathroom so she can wash her hands (again), a son who has toys all over the living room floor, a sink full of dishes, and a room that needs organizing. A yard sale would help alleviate the clutter here too. My once neverending cougar crush on Robert Pattinson is waning too! Whoa is me, right?
I have limits. I am on a current wave of self-improvement and when it’s the opposite--you won’t see a blog entry about that. I’d be too lazy or tired to write. That reminds me, I have another novel to flesh out. Roar!
So, I think I’ve reached my limit here. “Son! Stop jumping off the couch!”
ESTA LATER!
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