My first post of the year.
2009 was an learning year for me. I’ve learned a lot about myself, the business and the people in my life. I’ve learned to look beyond the the walls that people put up. I’ve made some real, genuine friends. I’ve burned a few bridges with no regrets. I’ve learned to avoid the people that thrive on drama and I’ve learned what is important in life.
I’ve accepted that there are things and people I cannot change, and I’ve moved beyond the need for people to like or love me. Why must we grow old to learn these lessons? Why couldn’t I have had this attitude while in highschool? While living at home, desperately wanting to be loved, desperate for any sort of affection from the people around me?
My children are growing up. They are cultivating important relationships with friends and family members. They are exploring their interests and are growing into amazing little people.
Just a few days into 2010, and I’m already counting the days.
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More days here in Alberta. Today we go to the waterpark. Tomorrow I hope to take my eldest to Avatar in 3D. The day after that we start the long trip home.
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Days until I start to eat Low Carb. I’m going to try and kick all white shit out of my diet. Rice, potatoes, flour, sugar. I have a sugar addiction, as does most of our society, and it needs to go. Glen has been doing really well over there. Eating loads of fruit, veggies and grilled meats. I would be too if I had it all prepared for me. I also need to learn how to eat. Sounds funny but it’s true. My portion sizes are too large, I snack too much on crap and I’m addicted to hot sweet coffee. I looooovvvveee coffee. I’m going to start loving green tea. So there. Seeing as Glen is losing weight roll over roll, I also want to start loosing some weight, I need to loose weight. I think it will be easier with him gone. He was a bad one for bringing home snacks that would become a habit.
After I got that rejection letter from the recruiting office, I put back on the weight I lost, and a little bit more. I just didn’t care anymore. At one of my craft shows in the fall, I was set up across from a retired medical technician that worked at the recruiting center. She told me some interesting things about why I got that rejection letter and what I could do to get them to reconsider my application. That what I face is very very minimal and it won’t take much to overturn it. That left me going “huh”. It made me re-examine my goals. Funny how things work. Of all the people set up across from me, she was.
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Days until my wholesale trade show, I’ve gotten a bit of paperwork done here for the show, but I’m a visual person, and seeing things on paper doesn’t do the trick for me, I need to see it laid out in front of me. I suspect I’ll be spending a lot of my days locked in my workshop working on samples and at my computer working on labeling. I’ve got so much work to do it isn’t even funny. I’;m stressed about the show more because I have no idea what is going on for childcare than anything. My ideal is that someone can take care of the girls for the whole weekend and I’ll stay in a hotel in Halifax and not worry about the girls. My SIL is thinking about coming down, I’ll spring for her ticket, but she is one person that I trust completely with the girls. I suppose I’ll just have to trust that things will work out.
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Days until I meet Glen in England, we rent a car and explore France. I know that doesn’t make sense, but it’s way cheaper to fly into England and rent a car than it is to do the same in France. The channel crossing on a ferry is only $70 CDN dollars. Also, we’re Canadian, to get anywhere here you have to drive several hours, it really doesn’t phase us if it takes three hours to drive from Calais to Caen, or two hours to Paris. That’s a blip for us. We also love to go on drives, and explore the countryside. We have a few extra days in our itinerary to account for getting lost on purpose. I’m not booking any hotels, and we just have a list of things we’d like to see. This is a much different experience than the last time we went overseas. I swear I had everything scheduled down to the hour.
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Days until he’s home. I hope. That number is the number of days until June 15th, which is their tentative coming home date.
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Days until he’s on vacation and we spend time together as a family. Maybe we’ll drive across the country to Alberta to visit his parents. Maybe we’ll just stay home. Maybe we’ll spend the time camping or maybe we’ll take the girls to Disneyland?
2010 seems to be all about numbers. Loosing weight, recounting what’s important, counting down the days to having Glen home.
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