My Rambling Thoughts

​  Because life is too short to not appreciate a good self depreciating story….. The Great Calf Catastrophe of 2026 There comes a point in life when you realize you’re no longer competing against other people. You’re competing against gravity, furniture, and apparently… turning sideways. My latest adventure began with the incredibly dangerous act of standing and rotating my body. That’s it. No mountain climbing. No marathon. No CrossFit. Just a simple pivot that my calf apparently interpreted as an act of war. A sudden, sharp pain shot through my leg and immediately introduced me to the floor. It was less of a graceful descent and more of an unplanned meeting with the carpet. Being a person with an impressive fear of doctors, I naturally did what any reasonable person would do—I followed up with TeleMed. Why seek immediate medical attention when you can spend quality time analyzing every possible diagnosis from the comfort of your couch? Over the next 24 hours, I became an amateur ...

  I have been blessed with a lot of friends over the almost 70 years of my life. Looking back, I find myself asking one question over and over. Why do I keep finding the same kind of friendship? I seem to be drawn to people who need someone to listen. They want to tell me every detail of the latest family drama, the controlling parent, the difficult coworker, the unfair situation… and I listen. I really listen. Twenty minutes, thirty minutes—it doesn’t matter. If they need someone, I’m there. But when I try to share something from my own life, it feels like I get about ten seconds before I can almost see the interest disappear. If I share a fear, a hurt, a worry, or just something that’s weighing on me, it somehow gets brushed aside. Sometimes I’m even told that what I’m experiencing isn’t the same, as though my feelings need to qualify before they deserve to be heard. It leaves me wondering… how do I keep attracting this dynamic? Is it something in me? Do I simply give off the...

  May Not the month. Just my reflective thoughts at three in the morning. During this season of my life, I found myself saying, “I can’t do one more thing.” Not out loud necessarily, but in my head. Sometimes several times a day. I didn’t think I could do one more Monday. I didn’t think I could set that alarm one more time, get dressed, put on a smile, and head off to work pretending that everything was perfectly fine. But then Monday came and somehow I did. I got up, got ready, grabbed my coffee, and headed out the door because people were counting on me and life didn’t really care if I was tired. I didn’t think I could spend one more day worrying about the people I loved. My daughter had surgery on her feet. It was outpatient surgery and everyone assured me it would be fine, but if you’re a wife or a mother, you know those words don’t always quiet the thoughts in your head. You still worry. You still wonder. You still imagine every possible outcome and then try to convince yourse...