Murraytalk

I'm starting out this morning by saying Happy Anniversary to my husband of 39 years. We were 18 in this picture standing in front of the Court House in Tucson, AZ - young and determined to make it on our own.  My entire adult life I've said that my mental age is 18. It took a few courses and me analyzing myself to finally understand that 18 was the age that I found my freedom, and my peace. It would take me writing a book for you to have a clear understanding, but walking out the door of my parents home to live your own life took courage. I found my wings and flew away with my soulmate by my side, and a newborn in my arms.   There's been a lot of growth personally and family size since that day in 1977 - with some bumps in the road, but life would be a boring ride if we didn't have those bumps to teach us some of life's greatest lessons.  I'm grateful, thankful, and blessed beyond measure. I love this life and all that it has to offer!

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 thou