Once again it has been way to long since I last posted anything. I hate winter! What can I say. Motivation when its cold and dark more than not just doesn’t exist. My windows are now open, the birds and bees are doing their thing and my baby girl is just weeks from graduating high school. I am now awake!
Spring not only brings warmer air, and BBQ’s out of the garage but it also breeds new life. Flowers begin to bloom, the dead lawn starts to show signs of life and tadpoles start turning into frogs. Well this girl is ready for new things. I think????
I’ve decided to let go of a few things that I totally love. For starters my husband and I are selling our old VW Cabriolet convertible. I didn’t realize how greedy I could actually be. I’m actually disgusted to say that I drove off two buyers for the car. I couldn’t figure out why I was doing this. Didn’t I want to sell it??? Yes, yes I did. Just didn’t want anyone else to have it. See I’m gross! When did I ever start thinking this way? When I actually realized just how crazy I was acting most potential buyers found other cars and I had a hard time looking into the mirror. Who had I become….. a person that didn’t want others to have what I had. Eww just gross. So I’m over that now having given my head a good shake! With a somewhat clear head I announced to my husband Matt that I want to sell my boat. I have to explain that while Matt and I share everything, we do not share the love I have for the water and sailing. That being said the boat is mine but ours….you know what I mean?
Matt was totally shocked that I was going to sell the boat. It’s time for new adventures that both Matt and I can enjoy together along with the kids. The boat feels way different than the car. It defines a part of who I am….or so I think/thought? Living pretty much pay cheque to pay cheque I never thought that we could own a boat. I have always felt so lucky for having it. Sitting on the boat in the middle of the lake just melts all cares away. Its a place where my anxiety doesn’t have a home. While I’m out there I can breath and I mean really breath. I love it all. The fresh air, the sails flapping, the feel of the tiller in my hand and the ever so quite hum the boats makes when the boat and I find our groove in the wind. So I asked my self can a possession actually define who you are. Well the answer was no. So I am trying to find my most favorite possession a new home where it will give someone else the pure joy it gave me for the past 8 years.
Its funny I’m turning 37 this year and I’m still figuring out who I am and what kind of person I want to be.
Have a great day lil love bugs!