It has been nearly a year since I took my very first post-high school class. It was an online, six week writing course. Not exactly on the path to a degree, but it was exactly what I needed. Taking that class was like dipping my toes into the pool of grown-up learning. I discovered that while I loved expanding my mind and talent, it was a bit of a shocker learning how to make time for class and assignments while also taking care of my son.
As a stay-at-home mom, I never had to balance out my time like that before. Choo-choo and Diesel were always my priorities, even while depression was ravaging my mind. Continue reading “Out of the ashes”
Something happened this past weekend. I had an experience like never before.
Let me give you the backstory first.
A while ago, a dear relative (you know her as St. Brigid) invited me to join her at a women’s retreat, aptly named “Time to Breathe.” I agreed, of course. Mostly for her but also partly for me.
I had never been to a retreat or workshop before and wasn’t sure what to expect. Was I going to be nervous or feel uncomfortable? Were my fears going to get me, bringing out my shyness and anxiety? Was the day going to end (or start) with tears?
Finally, the Saturday of the retreat was here. Continue reading “The Women’s Retreat, Part 1”
After a rather inconsistent beginning, I made a decision to write a new post every day. I make a concerted effort to Continue reading “Putting in the effort”
On Saturday, Choo-choo, Diesel, and I drove to my hometown for my youngest sister’s high school graduation open house. Her party was held in the very same place I had my open house 15 years ago. I have to say, there was an instant feeling of strangeness when I first walked in and saw the familiar red, black, and white decorations. I had celebrated my freedom in the same room she did.
It got me thinking. I am 15 years older now, but am I 15 years wiser? Continue reading “Graduating thoughts”