I woke up this morning thinking about Jerry McGuire, well not Jerry himself so much, but what he was trying to do. Sometimes we get so many things going and we lose sight of the moment or we allow the busy stuff of life to take over. When I think about what really matters to me, there are only two things, my family and my writing.
Last week, we spent 4 days with Denny’s brother and sister in law. They came to Henderson from St. Louis; we did the Vegas thing, cooked some awesome meals, cooled off in the pool and had some… well some very meaningful conversations.
After several years of the 9-5 routine I’m now able to spend the greater part of my day writing, I can go to writer’s meetings, workshops, and am part of a Creative Women’s group. I can set up book signings and do poetry readings, work on my novel about Ireland and almost have enough poems for a 2nd book of poetry.
Next week I look forward to wagon rides with Oliver, the playground at the park, a game of tennis with Jeff and a good chat with Rose, the kind of visit only two women could appreciate.
Most of all I look forward to …
the being with,
the spending time
with the folks that mean the most to me, my family.