Still loving "some" people... Chapter Two!

Never thought of that as this is the place where I have my education in Prius logic (still a learning newbie with a sense of humor) and my laughs (to those who don't get it, see the Whoopee thread and my love of power tools which if I remember right, MadDog called me out on! ) LOL... and mix coffee and horsepower of the traditional kind and I might have another trifecta!

(Is it getting hot in here or is it another one of those damn "power surges?!" Might have to step into my Prius in the garage to see what the hot flash detector reacts to....)

There is a whole world out there waiting to drink the Prius Kool Aid! They just don't know it, yet! It took me a few years to get with the program.... Gentle hint - I like the green of my Seaglass Pearl, but am fascinated by the Black Cherry Pearl and the Blizzard Brigade... if I had only found PC before I found my Seaglass Pearl... and that Black Cherry Pearl... oh my!

 

I got cast into the ocean of life by a series of misfortunate events (Sounds like a series of books my sons loved). I look at it as enrolling in a 400 level honors course in the "School of Life" or "School of Hard Knocks" and feel like I am writing my thesis. I may not come out ace-ing the course but definitely look at it with humor and a new perspective on life. To waste the time saying "poor me" definitely = F. Not everyone can come through gallbladder surgery earlier in the day and be mucking stalls that night telling the drunken ex "Get out of my way, there is work to be done." Was back to work, full time, three days later with no ill effects. Just don't tell the surgeon - one of the last emergency knee surgeries I had ended up giving that stand in emergency surgeon a heart attack a week later. For real.

Some folks get tangled in the flotsam/jetsam and drown. I am looking for the next wave and asking, "Is that all you have?! Bring it on as you have no idea of what you might be dealing with."

Again, it is a matter of perspective.

Then again, the view from the driver's seat of my 2012 version 4 makes life look pretty damn good to me and every day I am grateful to be in that seat.

Life is what you make it. I refuse to let anyone drag me down again. Ever.

 

Been around the barn a few times and definitely old enough to know the lines although still young enough to be in line for the rollercoaster.

And am probably I am old enough to be your mom!

No one knows where "my place" is. And that is definitely OK in my book.

 

That is very true. For the first time in my life I have never been happier. It takes a lot to get to that place.

 

It's an interesting class in the School of Hard Knocks. These honors level courses certainly make one think!

 

Another very true observation.

My world in 2012 went something like this: A year ago my mom went into the hospital, found out she had a very aggressive cancer, got sent to Yale New Haven, never to come out again. My youngest left for LA and my oldest had already gone out to Colorado. In February I got tired of being called bad names and dealing with the ex and said "I'm done. I am out of here." Family members had refused to visit me for years because of the way the ex behaved. One family member said, "What are you waiting for? Things are not getting better and do you want the next half of your life to be just as miserable?"

Started telling folks we were done - even "vacationed" with the ex-to-be in Aspen and he did not drink on the planes or pull any of the crap he usually did but it was too little, too late and I knew if I believed he would change I might also believe in unicorns, fairytales and that taxes would never go up.

I was hospitalized in March for severe depression as my life crumbled around me but came out with the tools to give life a kick back in the teeth (or other regions ).

Gave notice at my job and was set to move in July but did not have a job so I had to interview. A lot. Truck broke down on way home during one of those six hour trips... and I just tossed my hands up and said "What else have you got for me?!" That was after uttering some colorful language and bursting into tears before I called Triple A and my brother in law to see if he could come pick me up after work. The guys at the garage that fixed the truck could not have been nicer and the repair was shockingly simple - enough to get the diesel girl back on the road to get me home safely. The u-joints in my front drive shaft failed miserably so the unit was removed.

Graduated my last class in NYS (graduation had been one of the big events I did in my last job - like planning a wedding every year), signed the papers, roared to the ocean following the horse van and did not look back. People admired my outward strength and courage - inside I did not feel brave at all... felt alone and miserable but free.

Survived the hurricane and no power/water for a week.

Survived the loss of a new friend - that was a big shocker.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. It took me a lot to get to this point and I am not letting anyone tear me apart again. If someone does not like that I own horses (or a Prius for that matter ), they can continue on their merry way. It "used" to bother me but not anymore. Life is not perfect and for the first time in my life I am actually enjoying mine. Some folks are not as lucky and I consider myself very, very blessed.

The best part was when I would go running on the beach with my iPod. Something drew a number of ladies to me at different times who made me stop, take off the headset and started chatting. I was told I knew how to enjoy the beach and looked radiant. Never saw any of them again but that began my mindshift.

As Natasha Bedingfield said in her song Unwritten: "The best is still unwritten."

 

Agreed... love SNL myself.