Did you ever have one of those days, or in this case nights, where the thoughts would just start flowing in your head? Some of the thoughts come out of nowhere and I wonder where in the world and why in the world did that just pop into my head. If I wasn't so blessed, I could have a real pity party right now.
The past week has been a little difficult. I'm anticipating shoulder surgery on Monday. I'm in pain with that. I'm not sleeping well. I'm doing well as far as eating and tracking, but my exercise has fallen way off and I'm not happy about that. My whole arm throbs and aches terribly when I do any kind of exertional activity, but I try to stay as active as possible. However, I am blessed with good health, good friends, a great husband and family and for that I have no right feeling sorry for myself. I look forward to the surgery with the hope that I will recover quickly (I'm a fighter) and by this time next year, find that I'm fully mobile again and exercising in every capacity that I enjoy.
I am also going to be closing my massage therapy business. With the economy, such as it is, it has been difficult to sell the business to someone else, so my only other option is to close the business, affecting the lives of four other therapists. That saddens me, but I will not be able to effectively operate my business from a long distance and that is one of the biggest factors in my decision. It just adds to my sleeplessness. However, my "girls" are telling me I'm doing the right thing and that they will be ok. Two of them are ready to cut back in their business anyway and this will only help to push them to take steps they have been reluctant to take themselves. The other two are confident they will find other places to practice and I am most certain they will also. Their letters of recommendation are ready to go whenever they need them.
Lost a dear friend this past week. Visitation and funeral this weekend. This young man was a blessing to everyone who know him. He was a giver. He never took. He gave to others on a continuous basis. He served his family and his community. He was a firefighter and a man of faith, with a heart as big as Texas. He loved his wife and his kids and will be missed by many. He was only 38. We've been blessed to have known him for over 15 years, watching his family grow and watching him succeed in many goals he set for himself.
When do you stop worrying about your kids? I have a 41 yr old son that I worry about every day. I pray more than worry, but I still worry. Lots of turmoil in his life right now. And he doesn't live close by, so that adds to my frustration just a bit. He's always been very independent, so communication is sometimes weak, to say the least.
Only granddaughter is graduating this year. How does the time go by so quickly when some days seem like they are never going to end?
I guess that's it for just thinking or this is what you get for me just thinking, I can find a rainbow at the end of every sentence written here though. I am now and always will be a positive person. I am a woman of faith and I know that God will be with me wherever I go, whenever I need Him.
Praise God and have a wonderful Saturday!