Inspired by the Impossible...

At 7:15 on my birthday morning, I woke up thanking God for giving me that 20% chance to live. For the 38 years of this beautiful, yet messy life. For giving me strength to get up when I fall. For the weaknesses and challenges that give me courage because I had to discover new routes - new routes that I had NO idea even existed. For all the people that have crossed my path - my family, my friends, passerby’s and strangers and those that are still walking this path with me. God, I don’t know what trick you have up your sleeve, but this journey has been pretty exhilarating to say the least. I have no idea what I’ve signed up for, no idea where I’m going, or how much longer I have to live but this life…is a joyous ride. Why is this so exciting and a joyous ride one may ask? For starters, I’m alive. I’m well and looking back, how did I even get here?! Let me put it this way, the old wives’ tale of getting older and wiser is really a thing. I feel that I’m growing humble w...

It was a mid-November, Thursday morning, my husband and I were able to sleep in on a random day we were both off to enjoy the fluffy, white snowflakes gracefully floating all around creating a white out blanket. These are the mornings we love and soak in every minute of snuggling with our fur baby who likes to leap up into our bed around 6AM every morning (aka, our wakeup call). We don’t take for granted these rare mornings of peace and quiet. All I could think about was, what a great opportunity for the best Christmas card with the huge white flakes floating down all around in front of our new home! I’m not one who likes to be lazy for too long for I easily get FOMO (fear of missing out) or I feel like I’m wasting precious time. My husband got ready in his ski attire and got the camera all set up on what we later found out, a wonky tripod. Our photo session was delayed due to the pure entertainment of our four-legged boy prancing around, face planting in the snow and collectin...

While I was pedaling on my bike through a workout one evening on our back porch, I had an epiphany as I was admiring the beauty of Spring. It was a piggy back thought to a draft of this post that I’d written weeks ago, so perhaps it was a God-spoken lesson for me. Frustration grows as we patiently wait for our landscaping crew to come finish their job including the stepping stones that would keep your feet off the muddy path. It’s been a month since they started and left the job incomplete. But, as I was pedaling, I couldn’t see the muddy path but rather my eyes were focused on the Rhododendron that bloomed under our old Japanese Maple tree. There is history here on our property and it’s obviously glowing and bringing life in our backyard. The bright pink Rhododendron and sprawling Japanese Maple were planted 40+ years ago and still showing signs of life even after a couple of beatings during construction. In fact, we had the Japanese Maple repaired recently. It was cracked...