What a ride for the last few weeks...How wonderful the holidays are to really remind us of changes and of our families. I got to go home to VA and see my family and spend the holiday week there. We laughed until our sides hurt, we ate some incredible meals, we drank some wonderful wines and mostly we just spent the time reconnecting.
I helped them put in a wireless network and we got some new equipment for their office. We put in a new HP TouchScreen computer that has incredible graphics and is so easy to use (even if it is on Vista). She was so happy to get something new to use. They live so far out in the country that they are finally getting broadband via wireless ISP. They were on dial up and I do not know how they survived this long in the information age with that tool.
It is such a trip to go home and not have any of your things there. It reminds you of all the feelings that you had but with none of the touch stones that make it familiar. I think that embodies the journey of life. We get those familiar feelings with friends, lovers or situations, but if we have been gone too long from them, they are just reminders of a time when we lived there, in that moment with them.
I have started 2 stepping, country dancing as my exercise form for this year. I go 2 times a week on Thursday (where they teach new steps) and on Saturday's. I go to dance and I love it. I remember when I was younger and we would go out clubbing and we would dance for hours...I never exercised and was always losing weight, so I figured this was a start for my new years resolution of exercising.
I have also decided not to stress out, learn to breathe through it and stay calm and focused. All that sounds easy but when it hits me, it is hard to remember. I leave to Santa Barbara for my Friends Doctorate Celebration. She Graduates from the Fielding School on Saturday and we will go wine tasting and just celebrate this milestone. She teases me that I need to call her Doctor...I tell her she is crazy...
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