I want to start by saying that my life is crazy right now. And I’m leaning towards using that as an excuse for my lack of presence. Presence on my page, existence in the blogosphere and a whereabouts with the words I throw around this place. This place that locks my sanity down.
But, I can’t.
I can’t do that, because, just like everyone else, my life is always crazy. Isn’t that what life is? Unless you’re a character on a page, sketched with an unbreakable status quo, life is eventful. It’s supposed to be. We are kept moving through its cogs, spinning and turning, suspended upside down at times, because we are living. Living and learning. Growing.
We practice and perfect. Train and triumph. Realize and rectify.
Producing. Developing. Cultivating.
It’s why we read books and run marathons, join teams and take tests. Eat Flax and wear lipstick, crave new music and paint our walls. It’s why we hang on.
Emerging. Budding. Rising.
We don’t climb through mundane. We don’t stretch with a lack of reach. We sit stiffened without attempts to transition.
Forever. Farther. Forward.
We move.
With that, I leave you with my latest Women on Writing Contest Interview and a few photos of my children leading the way to where the wild things bloom as big as their minds allow them room.
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- My son Evan, 15, loves to sketch
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- He’s a details kind of guy, drawing microscopic characters since he was 4. His sketches have gotten larger, but no less intricate
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- Anders with his High School diploma
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- Hanging with Evan before heading off to his dry grad dinner/dance celebration
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- Ava with her elementary school diploma, her “Citizenship” award and her “Work Habits” award
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- Ready to head off to High School
And, just because Miley has been never been far away throughout raising my kids, I can’t help but also leave you with this…Yes, I’m sorry.
Hazy Shades of Me 