I have to admit, I would be more encouraged to blog if my readership would grow and if readers left comments so posts became a conversation...instead of what weirdly feels like just talking to myself. Which, like most creatives, I already do without blogging. I would even appreciate someone courageous pointing out if my posts are, well, kind of pointless, so my blog is not worth the time to visit, read and comment. That way I could plot a new course of action! Which is why I just pushed outside my own comfort zone and expressed my thoughts.
So.... with that said (and hopefully stirring up the pot), I am here now blogging! And... all is good!
Hope all has been well with you, as well. Summer was such a busy time of outdoor activities and, social events, I kind of forgot about blogging. I mean, I still posted on FB and Instagram via mobile devices, but let's face it-- who wants to sit indoors at a computer screen when summer is beckoning outside?! (Sigh. Now that leaves are turning and I need a coat, hat AND gloves, I really miss my no-fuss summer walks!)
It is actually very symbolic for me to write to you at this transitional time of year. My life is currently in transition. Not just the normal seasonal changes or "I'm-geting-older" changes so many of you are also going through. Bigger stuff. Life event and new chapter type of stuff.
Almost everyone and everything around me is in a state of flux which affects everything I do--like a domino effect. As 2017 slowly slides to a close, I foresee lots of changes for 2018. In fact, I see 2018 shaping up to be one of those milestone years. You know what that is...those are the crossroads you look back at later and realize shaped the path you walked.
So, with that said...so far this year we have celebrated the birth of a new grandchild...little baby Sophie....who, amazingly resembles my grandmother--something that makes my heart fill with joy each time I see her smiling face or hear that adorable little giggle.
We have also had loss.
Tuxedo passed over the Rainbow Bridge this summer at the ripe old age of 14. He was the first dog we have had who just literally laid down and died--no fanfare, no drama, no hard decisions to make. He was always the dog who belonged to himself. So he waited until he had some "alone time", somehow managed to crawl over to the spot where my scent was the strongest, lay down and peacefully let go. He had already said goodbye in his own way earlier that morning so he was ready to go see his buddies Shady, Tyler and Sudsy.
Till next time....
Gail
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