Walking The Dog

There are so many days that I am head down and buried by the mess, the mess of life so to speak.  When my son is running around I forget that I actually have a goal, a dream life other than being a mom… that I have a personal life.  Before Baby somewhere far in the past… circa 2008, I remember going to the spa, going on mini vacations once a month, indulging in chocolate, and staying up late… now in 2012 life is different… BUT I have found something today— TIME.

No Limits, really?!

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NO Limits?  Really?

There are only so many minutes in a day, and most of mine are spent with my son; this leaves little time for work!

I use to work all hours of the day, and night.  I use to believe that the more I worked the more I would accomplish, I use to think that the harder I worked the more money I would make!

Dreaming up a life can be a full-time job… as is Living My Dreams.

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Staying True and Focused

Recently I was introduced to someone fabulous, another delightful entrepreneur.  I love entrepreneurs, we are a special breed (but that’s for another post).  Anyway, I met this person and we hit it off immediately, I love that!  We talked shop, we exchanged ideas and then suddenly I found myself wrapped up with moving on from dream, and heading to somewhere far-far away, another project… my purpose, my dream project suddenly disappeared.  Watch

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The last fifteen minutes

 

I think Adrian has about 15 minutes left in today’s nap… so I have to make this a quick entry.

The last couple of weeks have been a challenge, difficult, hard, or bluntly said, shitty.  I have been wandering through the waters of health issues, and when this comes up I automatically go to the place of, all of this is FINEI am FINE, everything is GREAT.  It’s almost like I ignore it.  Now, health issues are no new experience for me, I have reoccurring, hormonal abnormalities which make me crazy.  I have been on treatment for years, almost like the gluten-free diet… (another experience) Anyway, here I am twenty-seven months post baby trying to begin my life again, as a business woman and I’m crumbling.   Yesterday I went to my doctor to review my most recent round on blood work, to find her eyes just as baffled as mine…NOT GOOD.  Now, I’m not saying that I’m dying, I’m only saying that it’s not better.   I leave the office with little hope– and remember I am a HOPE junkie!  I cried on my way home.  I think I forgot what it was like to cry, I was surprised by my tears.  I got home to my son, sleeping and realized that all is good… and then today happened.

I woke up depressed, again.

In the midst of this I am still trying to launch a business, create technology for others… while my development team seems to be slowing down… and I’m beginning to feel stuck.  I don’t like feeling stuck.  Do you?

I hear him wrestling around, oh no.  Do I have to end this now?

I guess today, I have to take it slowly, and really remember to ask for what I need, listen to those around me, share with those who ask… and lastly give myself a break.  There is a bigger plan, and I have to remember that being a “mompreneur” is really secondary to my life as a MOM!

He’s awake, gotta run.

 

 

I love pirates, therefore I love Johnny Depp

And this is no secret, even my husband knows this… As my dream project gets pushed further and further behind, I begin to look in old drawers, dig into old books, and let my mind wander to a safe and sane place.  Currently the idea of trying to put together a logo is wreaking havoc on my mind… hence I turn to JD.  Watch.