Endless possibilities

The morning you wake up(actually for me it was the middle of the night) and realize your life is and has changed completley is something that can be shocking, exciting, depressing, or extremly scary. I think I'm in the spot of in between. My options are overflowing and making a decision could possibly be the hardest thing I have ever done. It has been such a relief to have those around me near and far be so supportive. Thank you to you all.

I wish I was here...

I must be crazy.

I signed up for a 1/2 marathon today. AM I CRAZY!? The 1/2 marthon is planned to happen on January 18, 2009. Wish me luck in training!

My Authentic Self

I have been tagged by my pretty Sarah and must say that I was in awe of her blog on her authentic self. Your authentic self is explained to be the moments when a person is at peace, is not being judged by another or even god and may even be completely self-unaware. A time when a person is simply existing as themselves without push or pull. A feeling that what ever it is that a person is doing at that time is what they were meant to be doing, like the color of your eyes and the inability you have to change that fact about yourself. (I took your explanation friend- but it was so good!)

When I first thought of my authentic self, I thought about the beach. I thought about the emotional peace I recieve when on a beach. Taken in by the sound of the waves and the feel of the sand.

The second part of me I thought of as my authentic self is when I am with children. The overwhelming acceptance kids give is only natural for them and it is such an awesome part of my life. I am so self-unaware when I am with kids, I am so in awe of them and their existence. They are so perfect and have no idea.

In Memory of Toby

My sweet Toby. It has been one year since the worst day of life. The day that I knew he wasn't coming back through the door after running outside to chase whatever it was he always chased. He loved to run, to follow his nose, to ignore everything around him and follow the scent he caught. He was never good off the leash. There were so many times I found myself running down Beaver St. towards the busy Route 66, but he always seemed to dodge the cars. On October 9th 2007 he decided he was not finished outside and took off out the door. Sadly he was struck by a car. A car that did not stop to see if he was ok. When we arrived to the scene of his accident no one was there. Hit and run. Poor pup. After almost getting hit myself, Michael walked out in to traffic to pick up his limp body and brought him to the curb so I could say goodbye. We barried him in Prescott, next to Magic kitty. He loved Prescott, he loved the freedom to just "be" out there. He belongs there. We miss you Tob-a-lobe, Toby One, Tobers, Tobes... you are remembered always.