A friend...

I write often about my family and my friends.  I have so few people who read this blog on a regular basis, that this really is just my journal:  a tribute to daily life and all that it entails.  I have more grammar errors and write too often in the passive tense.  I don't really care, because really, I gave up over a year ago making this blog something more than it is.  I am not going to "brand" my happymommy or try to make money off my blog.  Hat's off to those who can do this, but I don't have the social media prowess to make my space online a moneymaker.  And I am fine with this.

More often than not, I post pictures of our activities and talk about the struggles of daily life.  My constant whining about not having enough time, or being tired and often sick seem to be the underlining motto of here.

Saturday, I had a huge epiphany of sorts.  I am cutting myself some slack.  Work is going to be what it is.  My family, as always, needs to come first.  Being stressed out about not making enough sales calls, or setting enough meetings need to go by the wayside while my kids are out of school for the next few weeks.  I will work, but I won't let it be the end all be all.  I am in a unique place, and I will embrace this place, not kick myself to the point of ruining our days and my children's summer.  I am already happier and able to relax more.  All the while, I am selling more and gaining the trust of current clients.  It is an exciting time.

One of my friends, a close one as of late, hasn't had the luxury of being in a place of relaxation, or even ease.  I know she is an avid reader of my silly little space on the internet.  I want to share this with her and let her know, she will make a great decision.  It will be the right one, not matter what it is, for her children, husband, family and future.

Sometimes it is important to remember to share love and respect with those who impact your life, care about you and show that by just being a good friend. 

To all my friends, I heart you and respect you and am proud to have you in my life!

The outside, in....

Because this is the month o' happymommy, I have decided to write about the people in my life who are beyond important to me.  For the next twelve days or so, I will be sharing with you stories of those who are a part of my life, who make a difference, and who, for better or worse, have the "privilege" of loving me.  I will be working my way from the outside to the inside.

Let's start with my friends.  I have a group of them, some with whom I spend way too much time, and some whom I see rarely but every time I do, it is like we saw each other yesterday.

These people put up with my drama.  My happiness, to anger, back to happiness can happen at the speed of sound.  Yet, these people still love me.  Drama surrounds me, mostly of my own making, but still, these people remain.  

Because my family was so nomadic growing up and since I carried this need to constantly move and morph into adulthood, I have few friends from those times who are still part of my life.  I lost one two years ago, and that was heartbreaking.  I miss her.  I am angry at her to this day, but would forgive her in a heartbeat if she were to ever ask.  Tomorrow is her birthday and I would love to have her back.  I also have another friend from a past life and I keep up with her on Facebook.  I care deeply for her and her family.  There is another one whom I have known a lifetime but even though I never see her,  I consider her family!

 Poor Girl has known me since we were 13!

 

And then there are those that are in my life because of Jeff.  He came with about a billion friends and each of them I consider close friends.  They come with craziness and happiness. They give my family so much joy that when we see them, we embrace each second together.

Finally, we have those who deal with me weekly and even daily.  Maybe these friends don't know they mean more to me than I can express.  But I love them.  Each of them.  They bring me such joy and I am lucky to have them.

Friends...

happymommy