I know I said I would share Musaed’s story on my next post, but I lied. Okay, I didn’t really lie. I started it and am working on it, but I need to write this first.
I was at the gym this morning, a wonderful place to be after having four straight days with my little team. I love them, like crazy love them, but don’t we all need breaks, dear sisters? And I, was in desperate need of a little sweaty time where I could just stick on my music and not think. No thinking, just sweating. Continue reading
So, we went to the beach with our new friend. His name is Musaed (pronounced Moo-saud) and he asked that I used his real name and has given me permission to share his story, which is pretty stinkin incredible, so the next post will be just that.
But, I need to address something first, something that became so apparently obvious to me in the middle of our amazing day. Continue reading
It’ s been interesting going back to school at the age of 40. Even though it is a graduate program, I assumed that I would just keep to myself because most of these kids would be straight out of college and want very little to do with someone that had a decade, if not two, on them.
Boy, was I wrong. Dead wrong. Continue reading
50 Posts… I never thought I would write fifty. Heck, I never thought I would write more than ten. I guess I had a lot to say… I still have a lot.
I will be honest. I never realized how healing it would be to open myself up to well, like everyone. Continue reading