Ok, so I have this space so I can write, vent, and generally be too verbose about all the twirling thoughts in my head.  So now I can’t decide what to write about first.

I like the picture I picked because to me it represents my life. I have something beautiful (ocean, landscape) but my thoughts or the actions of my life (the storm clouds) are lurking just above threatening to make it miserable. Or worse, the storms HAVE hit and unleashed fury on our landscape and made a mess. But once the storm passes, there will be beauty again.

I feel like I’m living in a constant storm.  I am waiting for that calm.  and waiting and waiting and waiting…  OK already, enough of the storms. I want the beautiful sunset part now.

Time will tell what the storm washed ashore.  What treasures and what demise.  But right now I’m still slogging through the puddles of mud and water and my boots are leaking.  I need to find a rock to climb on, but I just keep tripping on the stones. Occasionally I’ve found a beautiful shell, but its either broken or gotten lost.  I know they are there though.  I see glimmers of them, peeking out at me. Offering me hope.  Today the rains have stopped and the clouds are parting, and it seems like calm seas may lie ahead, but I fear another storm is brewing just beyond the horizon ready to rear its ugly head, when I’m least ready.

and that’s me today. Granny Panties!