Tuesday, September 29, 2015


I'm sitting in a hotel room (a super nice hotel room) in West Palm Beach, Florida and am feeling a whole bucket of emotions right now.


Pure, pure joy.

I had to fly East for a few reasons...to do a quick check on a new program in central FL, do the start up for another new program in south FL and the main reason - to complete the classroom and practical portion of a certification that is required for me to do my job on the east coast.

I was scared.  Beyond scared.  It's a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo and then I had to learn an entirely different approach to doing what I do and then be able to teach it to a class...well, I haven't slept well for weeks because I was so worried about it.

But it was today.  And today I passed.


It's interesting...being away.  I've learned that I don't like traveling alone...I don't hate it and I don't mind doing it for work now and again, but I'm definitely not the type of person to go on a vacation alone.  Every little thing I see and do and eat...well, I want to share it with someone.

But I have learned that I need breaks every once in awhile.  Breaks from laundry and pets and errands and yes, from males.  I need time for a little quiet and let's face it, there is nothing on this planet like a fancy hotel bed and being able to sleep smack dab in the middle of it.

So maybe, once in awhile, I might just dream about a night away with room service.  Alone.

In four days I will have been through six airports, covered 3 time zones, hired 44 crossing guards, trained a new supervisor, sat in an 8 hr long class, had a business dinner, a few client meetings and I am ready for home.

There's no place like home.  There's no place like home.  There's no place like home.

Tomorrow...I get to go home.


I'm finding my sanity again and I think I'm liking it and hope it will decide to stay.  I've been struggling with balance...my job has gotten really, really big and really, really stressful and I have just reached the point where I am crying 'uncle'.

This work, while I enjoy it, has been robbing me of my joy.  Not all of it but just enough where I need to reshuffle my priorities a bit.

Pray for me while that happens, ok?  It means me saying no, which in my line of work means death.  On the flip side?  I feel so very, very blessed.  I like what I do.  A lot.  I just need to get my balance back.

But I'm realizing that I'm not just missing my home while I'm here in Florida...I'm missing my home while I'm sitting smack dab in the middle of my family room.  And I don't like that feeling.

The babe of the family had his senior night for football last Friday...we got to escort him onto the field and he presented us (well, me) with flowers and then we watched him play.  I'm loving this season and crying a bit at the fact that this season is ending.

But it really is all good.  And fun.

My middle boy?  Man, I sure do like him.  He's had his world turned topsy turvy and he's not only landed on two feet but he's got a spring to his step.  Part of it is the sweet blond who is such a big part of our family and the other part is a faith in something bigger and more powerful than him.

Seasons.  I like them.

So, I think it's time to curl up in the middle of this giant, fluffy bed.  I think my boyfriend is going to buy me a movie on iTunes (Risky Business or Top Gun?) and I'm going to just chill out.

And then tomorrow?  Back to training crossing guards before I fly home.


Also tomorrow?


Even though it is still SO hot, it is October and you know what that means?

Pumpkins and hay and soup and oranges and reds and yellows and oh, how I love October.


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