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I Did It

I finally did it! It meaning purchasing a laptop so I can blog again and do everything else that I've been putting off.

Why did I drag my feet...I'm cheap! I hate spending money. I still have toys from my first child that the grandchildren play with. (she was born in 1977) But, I took the plunge and now I'm back.

I'm currently working on a video for my coaching business, and as I was collaborating with my assistant/best friend. She suggested putting up childhood pictures - newborn shots, family pics...No, I don't have any of those. She was baffled and saddened by that. I guess it is sad in a way that I don't have anything but school pictures to reflect on during my younger life. But, that life was hell, so I feel blessed that I don't have the pics to trigger bad memories. It took me years to rid myself of the mental ones. I probably would have had a burning ceremony by now to purge the memories anyway - so it's all good!

It did make me think though of all the pictures we now take since all of our phones have a camera. There's really no excuse to not capture a life moment. My phone currently has 7,128 photos...that's insane! It's insane because I have shots of the cats sleeping, the cats walking, the dogs playing, the dogs sitting, and of course flowers blooming, eating out, hanging out, and the grandchildren. Whats going to happen to these when I'm gone? My children are already stuck with huge containers from their childhood to sort through. Maybe I did need childhood pics.

Anyway, I'm really back this time, and I will continue the crazy and random crap that pops in my head.

Blessings everyone!

Peace, love, & hugs!


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