No Regrets

I was visiting my Dad in another state and retiring for the night in the guest room.  I’ve always loved my parents’ home … always.  When my mother was alive she was the epitome of the perfect hostess.  I remember the first time I visited their current home and was treated to the Guest Room.  With a mini fridge next to the bed, fully stocked; a microwave placed perfectly in the built-in with a basketful of hot chocolate mixes and some cute mugs beside it; and two fancy chocolates on my pillow, I thought I was in paradise!  The last few years, that guest room got used more often than it was empty.  My siblings and I took turns staying with Mom & Dad to help out, as our mother got progressively more dependent because of her illness.  So the guest room is a place I am quite comfortable in, thank you very much!


This night, as I put on my PJs and climbed into bed, I grabbed the remote and started flipping through channels.  No surprise I landed and stayed on the Hallmark channel – safe and sometimes even entertaining.  But this particular show was so cheesy I eventually just turned it off and fell asleep.  Before I gave up on the show, though, I found value in what I was watching.  Not entertainment value, really, but good insight.  One of the characters, when asked about his past, responded with something that will stick with me forever:

“No regrets, just lessons learned.”


Why Winter?

I love winter. Yeah, driving in the snow stinks, but I love everything else about it.  I love how quiet the entire world becomes when there’s snow on the ground and snow falling from the sky.  I love the slower pace of life, wearing sweaters and snuggly socks, and seeing my breath when I step outside.  I love going to bed earlier.

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The “winters” of my life are equally lovely.  I love it when I slow down my frenetic pace and have time to just think.  I love seeking and finding quiet.  I love turning inward and examining my choices, my beliefs, and my life.

There’s just something amazing about winter.

Being Real

I’ve been blog-absent, FB intermittent, and all-things-public shy for the past several months.  The hiatus began when family things became all consuming.  And I wasn’t at all sad about concentrating my energies on family.  But beyond that, I’ve been overhauling my self.  And by my self I don’t mean myself … I mean my SELF.  With the help of an incredible individual and the absolutely required grace and tutoring of Heaven, I am making progress.  Funny … I had no idea I needed the help I’ve gotten.  Without going into details, I’ve learned that being real is all about light and truth.  Sounds simple, but for someone who has lived a charmed life because of regular escaping into my self-created reality, it’s not easy at all.  It has required intentional hard work, a whole lot of recognition of my frailities without self-condemning, and learning to love all truth … the good and the bad.  Why love it?  Because it is what has given me experience and molded me into I am.  But more importantly, it is what draws me to the Savior.   Continue reading