Jumpin’ in with both feet..

Dear Reader,

I don’t know what kind of a day you’re having, but since you’ve landed here,  I want to thank you for stopping by.  I know that your time is valuable, and I hope not to waste it.  I don’t imagine that reading what I have to say will alter your day a whole lot, unless you happen to be a slow reader.

Life and Other Turbulence seemed like a good summation of what I have to share as a writer.  As I look back to the road behind me, I can tell you that I’ve navigated much of my adult life by using my finely honed sense of humor and acutely focused gut radar.  And, I rely on the shoulders of my inner circle when the going gets rough.

I operate more by instinct…and I’m not one to ponder much.  That’s just how I roll.   The turbulence in my life has been manageable, and I know this because I’m here writing about it.   Like a bumpy flight high above the Sierras in a stormy weather pattern, it’s caused my nerves to fray, but it’s always leveled out for a relatively smooth landing just the same.  Maybe not on the runway of choice, but wheels down and wings in tact.  Priorities are crucial.

I’ve often thought of writing a book which I would title ‘My Life As A Corporate Wife’, detailing the many crazy circumstances and cross-country re-locations I’ve endured over the years out of sheer ‘stand by my man’ loyalty.  This would be followed by a weighty book titled ‘The Dumbest Things Movers Do’.

But rather than focus on that, I’ve been working on another writing project.  It’s emotionally slow going.   Which brings me to the purpose for this blog.  Let’s face it.  I have stage fright.  So, I’m thinking that if I manage to garner a virtual audience who actually has an ongoing interest in my blog, it will surely bolster me forward to keep on sharing.  I’m told blogging regularly is like swimming laps… the more you do, the easier it becomes.

“So,” you might ask, “what’s your source of inspiration as a writer?”  Well,  I’m probably old enough to be your mother (um…but if that’s REALLY true, just think of me as an aunt.)  I have enough mileage behind me now to fill volumes, but thankfully I’m also young enough to have the time and good health to get my tales captured forever.  My family may well appreciate this some day when I’m really old and too cranky to give a hoot.

But, getting the words down as a blogger may prove a challenge, which is where YOU come in.  I like the idea of writing to my computer screen, but only if I know it’s not for naught.  I don’t need much of a following…just enough to know someone has an interest.  I’d be curious if the tables were turned.  So here’s a snapshot of where I’m coming from:

I am the daughter of parents who loved me unequivocally, though much of their attention was directed towards my older  siblings for very important reasons.  One was critically ill.  The other was critically out of control.

I grew up as a shy youngster.  My father was a professional gunman (explanation coming in a later post) and the Superman of my universe.  My mother was Lois Lane, but with a cane.  I matured into a young adult with hard formed opinions about a lot of things.  Life was not dull in my childhood.

I’ve been married (to the same guy) for a LOT of years…and long enough to know he’s not perfect, but it isn’t for lack of effort.  He’s closing in with each new year.  Although I’ve often felt like our marriage was akin to Mr. Toad’s Wild Ride,  I recognize that marriage is truly about compromise.   It’s not about me.  It’s not about him.  It’s about how we can navigate the road together and still come out whole.

I’m a Mom.  Yes, that’s with a capital M.  No matter how tall they grow or how many candles are on their birthday cake, I still love them with all my heart, even if it means backing away to give them their own adult breathing space.  I’m also a mother-in-law.  Yes, that’s with a lower case m.  She already has a Mother…she doesn’t need another one. And I love her enough to understand this.  And, I’m excited to be gaining another Daughter-in-law.  Yes, that’s a capital D. (You’re with me on this now, right?) For the record, this girl is already like a treasured member of our family. UPDATE:  She absolutely IS a treasured member of our family.

So, while my boys are settling into their adult lives, I’m cheering on my youngest baby as she looks to her own future, discovering her own path as she sails (literally) the often choppy waters of the newly  graduated.  (Did you hear that pensive sigh?)

I’m an organizer and a detail girl.   I have several longtime clients whose home offices are under my careful watch.  There’s nothing better to keep you grounded than working in someone else’s orb for awhile.  I can tell you:  Money does not buy happiness, but it does allow you someone like me, who can pay your bills and manage the busy (and often hilarious) details of your life that come with high net-worth.

I’m a reader, a golfer, and a longtime dog owner.   In what I like to refer to as my ‘past’ life, I used to be a not-so-hot skier, an okay equestrian, a totally challenged horse owner, and a principled corporate employee.  I miss the horses, I miss the skiing.  I do not miss the corporate crap that was rather appalling to my ignorant expectations of high standards.

I’ve volunteered in classrooms, hospitals, barns and museums.   And I can tell you a fair amount about sea lions, elephant seals, harbor seals and the well being of their ocean home, thanks to my most recent volunteer role.

Lastly, and probably least importantly, I’m a cancer survivor. Going on eight years now. UPDATE: I’m well over ten years out now from that original 2004 diagnosis, but was forced back into the ring  in 2014 with this nasty disease  that has resurfaced, but this time with a new twist in the form of a gene mutation that makes it much more aggressive than what I had back in 2004.  I can tell you about  surgeries, more surgeries and losing body parts.  UPDATE: I can tell you about chemos that didn’t work, and targeted gene-specific therapy infusions that are now  an ongoing part of my life. I can tell you about chest ports, and radiation.  I can tell you about the ongoing hunt for remission and what it’s like to be living from cancer scan to cancer scan. And I can tell you about the blessings and the curses of internet research on my own diagnosis.      I’m not interested in the statistics of cancer survival.  I’m simply a survivor who isn’t looking back.  I’m living in the HERE and NOW.

So, that’s it in a nutshell.  Blogging is a new avenue for me. UPDATE: well, it was when I started this blog back in early 2012. I think I might have found my rhythm.  I felt my first post should be my intro.