Is where the heart is…on the range…
Yay! I’m so happy to finally be home. That felt like the longest seven days and the quickest seven days all at the same time. I got my company car today, as well. Im actually blogging from the caraway because I’m getting the impala’s oil changed and a very thorough detailing job done. My boss is a smoker and the car wreaks of cigarettes. All in all, it’s been a very productive day. I’m totally unpacked and put away. I will do laundry, either tonight, or tomorrow while I finish my school work for the week and then, on Subday, I’ll hit up the grocery store and start week 2 of school. WHEW!!! That makes me tired just thinking about it. You know what though??? Being tired at home is so awesome compared to being tired on the road so I’ll take that any day! On Monday I get to hit the road by myself and I can’t wait.
As I was unpacking today, I came across my notes from the awesome motivational speakers that we had. I happened to scan them over and one thing I wrote down has really resonated with me: if it’s worth doing, it’s worth writing about. What a great way to think?!? Now, I have kept journals for as long as I can remember. I’ve written about love and the joys of growing up and I’ve written about hurt and the pain of becoming an adult. I hardly reread my journals, but I am so thankful that I have them. I always think that, maybe someday, when I’m gone, my children/grandchildren will read them and realize that as much as a person’s life changes, generation after generation is so much the same. That idea comforts me…to know that my parents experienced, fundamentally, the same emotions, struggles, and triumphs that I experience.
Really, that’s what makes us human; our ability to relate to one another in such meaningful ways. Maybe when Mack is having a bad day, Archie tells her not worry and that he’s been ther, but I kind of doubt it.
Okay, I’m done blogging at the carwash. It’s weird to share so many ideas/feelings with so many strangers around.