rage against mediocrity

It's taking some time

to get this blog organized and set up the way I really want it...need to keep some privacy and yet still be able to do this. Work, law is going fine. Still taking new clients until I don't have to anymore. Not sure exactly when that may be.

The renovations are coming along swimmingly!

I love that little house. I think I'd like to move there. So much cheaper and maybe have some money in the bank at the end of it. I think I'm the only one that wants to make that move though so we'll have to seen at the end of the renovation.

Kids are growing up so fast. Life is speeding by. It's disturbing if I were to be totally honest. It seems I was in my 30's and now in my 40's. WTF is up with that? I don't know where the 10 years have gone.

I really can't say...

There is an emotion I feel

every year, on the day of my birth, the first few moments after i open my eyes, i feel something that i can't quite put my finger on. Nor can i give a name to it, or explain it, or utter the words that would describe that feeling when i wake up. It seems to me that my eyes just open, no alarm, no noise to startle me, no voices calling me...it's just a beckoning forth, a power that compels me to once again, open my eyes.

It's nothing more than a likening to a soft breath or a subtle breeze, a whispering of my being. Not even my name, nothing so specific and forthright as that. It's just something that makes me know that i am still alive.

Accompanying all that is an overwhelming peacefulness. An acceptance of the power of life, not just my life, but all of life, and knowing deep within that that power is stronger than any power i can imagine. I think i can remember...I think i can "feel" that moment i became alive in this world. I think i remember arriving and knowing it was to be. I was to be born, to exist, to experience a life.

I think i remember my soul awakening to accepting and acceptance. I know the only time i ever feel that way throughout the rest of the year, is for the few moments every year, on the day of my birth, the first few moments after i open my eyes...

Pce

May 15th, 2011

Tomorrow is casey's 17th birthday. Crazy. Especially because I remember being 17. Oh the trouble I got into that I don't believe casey's getting into. And so it goes. Life that is.

We've bought another house. As if completely gutting one and re-doing it wasn't enough to turn one off drywall dust forever and ever. Nope. Guess not. In order to check out what we're doing with our "new" old little bungalow, you'll have to check out the website:

www.guffdesigns.com

Pce