My First Blog Post…

Why would I do this? I don’t even read blogs and I have no idea what is expected. Do I tell my life story? Share my past, present and future? Am I supposed to be an expert about “something” and I can’t wait to share it with all of you? And who are “you”? Will anyone even see this? I am by no means an influencer. My head is spinning with the uncertainty of what I am supposed to do here. English was always the subject I excelled in in school and I have always been told, I’m a good writer but I have never had the desire to be one. I prefer to be an artist being creative in a hands-on way with paint or fabric.
Ummm…. well…. I suppose an introduction here seems necessary. I am the happiest, most grateful wife and mother I know! I have been married to the love of my life for 28 years and we have two wonderful adult children, 3 grandchildren, 2 dogs, a pool and a white picket fence. Oh wait! That was my childhood dream. That’s not me. That’s the life I sacrificed. I have always described my adult life as being a supporting actress in other people’s movies. Never a star in my own life movie. Until now. At age 48, I am now the star in my movie. “This Precious Life”. I am the chooser of all my choices. No one forced me to make the seemingly bad ones. I suppose there are no bad choices, are there? If you believe as I do that “Everything happens for a reason and in God’s time”. I mostly lament the time lost. The time spent in those seemingly bad choices. The things I missed out on by doing so. Life is precious. Time is precious and once it’s gone, it’s gone.
So who am I right now? I am the happiest, most grateful wife of nearly 2 years. I am married to my soulmate who has 3 children from two other marriages. My only child is my loyal dog of 13 years. We have a modest house that sits high on a green, grassy hill. No pool or picket fence but the surrounding woods and nature makes up for it.
Introduction made. Now what? Motivation. Why did I start a blog? I work at an Amazon facility and I see cool products. All. Day. Long. I thought it would be fun to share these products and maybe even earn a little affiliate money. True story! See, I could use the extra income to help one of the dreams I let go of for too long. This seems like a good spot to hit the rewind button. So, let’s go back. Way on back. Almost 29 years…. It was January 1994 when it happened. The most wonderful thing happened.! I was just 19 years old and I worked as a cashier at a grocery store called “Winn-Dixie”. One day, I had a customer who requested to have an item removed from her checked groceries , as she had changed her mind about wanting it. In order to do this void, I would need a manager’s key. So I scanned the front of the store and saw one of the assistant store managers nearby. Perfect! I approached him and requested his keys. He was speaking to another customer and did not even look at me. He reached his hand into his right pocket and retrieved his keys. He stretched his arm back towards me and with my left hand, I reached out to take his keys and be on my way to get this lady all checked out. But something happened. Something extraordinary happened. When my hand touched his, I felt a lightening bolt shoot up my arm. Not little tingly sparks. I felt a lightning bolt of energy. I was completing frozen with my hand on his. All I could see was a bright, white light and I could not hear anything. I felt frozen for 5 minutes. When I could finally pull away, I walked back to my register. All I could do was stare at him with the knowing that this is the man I am supposed to be with. I wondered if he too had felt it. He was not looking back at me. I had no inkling of soulmates at that time but if I had, I would have known I had just met mine. We had worked together for 6-12 months and I had noticed him to be a handsome, young man but I had a boyfriend, albeit an abusive one but I was just not “looking”. So now what? What do you do when you meet your soulmate who has no idea you exist and you have a boyfriend who always threatened that if you ever left him, he would kill you and anyone you are with?
To be continued…

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