I work very hard and am attending college to obtain my degree in the Human Service field. Writing makes me feel alive and gives me the opportunity to touch those whom I would not be able to otherwise. Last but not least, I have been blessed with two amazing daughters who love me completely and support my dreams. Feel free to contact me with questions, concerns or feedback.
I could pretend I know something about history. To be honest, and this is between you and me, I barely squeaked through my Senior Year of High School. I was told approximately a month prior to Graduation that if I didn't pass my History class, I wouldn't graduate. Low and behold, my final grade was a D-. Let's just say I've had dreams of being in High School as a 20-something woman carrying two babies on my hips through the hallways since.
More than once in a while, I head through a check-out lane. I have to admit, at certain establishments, I will wait for my favorite Customer Service Rep or Cashier. I play favorites; I will be the first to fess up. Yet, aren’t we all draw back to people, places and things which make us feel good, all giggly inside?
I have had my fair share of positive and negative. Fortunately, the good outweigh the bad. Once in a while, for some unknown reason, I’ve had the unfortunate encounter of dealing with the not-so-nice, the one person who is having a bad century. Why is this person serving me, I wonder. Why were they hired for this particular position? For some odd reason, they were chosen, and not just out of the blue. That’s right, the employer didn’t pick their name out of a hat similar to that in the beloved Harry Potter movie. Nope, that’s not how it happened. For some reason, and yes, it’s a good one, you and this particular individual are crossing paths.
One week will bring about the 3 year anniversary of my Dad's passing. To honor him, I have chosen to tell his story. The one he shared with many.
My Dad was outspoken, in your face and one of the funniest, wittiest individuals I've ever known. I believe he could have beat Ken Jennings on Jeopardy many times over. He was my best friend and had my back. He was my "person", my confidante and the first person I called for good times and bad. He never judged, was never shocked nor did he ever tell me I was wrong. No matter what, he always said, "Laurie, as long as you're happy, go for it! I support you 100% and will always have your back." And that he did.
Within the last couple of months, I wrote a blog on weight. My weight to be exact. I had put on 10 pounds and was in a place of compliance. That was then, this is now and I will let you know what has happened since.
Something resonated within. I read and re-read the comments under the blog. I thought about their words, briefly, to be honest. I continued my slippery slope. I gained another 5 or so pounds (notice I said or so) and avoided the subject at hand. The couch became my best friend. I began to eat, not fruits and veggies, but Oreos, chips, snacks, added an additional 1 to 3 Mountain Dews (notice to 3) and began to feel lazy. I had absolutely no motivation, nor did I really have an excuse.