Wow, what a year. It's hard to believe that in a few short hours that this year will be over. I have so much to be thankful for - I am truly blessed. It has been an amazing year for HG and myself. I shot my first squirrel. HG shot a bear and a deer this year. Being directionlly challenged and terrified of getting lost, I'm proud of myself for finding the courage to venture out and go 'downtown' to interview. HG worked hard to gather wood and get us a wood stove insert to keep us warm. Sally hasn't killed Tula. Shorty thankfully hasn't peed on anything in the house. And I'm happy to be spending tonight watching movies with my husband.
You'd think as many times as I've been rejected in my life that rejection wouldn't hurt anymore. Really, I can't count the number of times that I've been rejected, or slighted, or been on the receiving end of cruel words. I'm almost 40 for pete's sake. Rejection shouldn't bring tears anymore, but it still does. It just seems like I've been faced with it a lot lately. It started with the Running and has seemed to carry over into other parts of my life. I have spent most of my life on the sidelines watching other people. That's what happened with the marathon. Once again, I'm on the side as others do things that I want to do. I trained. I had to have an unexpected surgery. I got injured. I couldn't run. It happens. It isn't the end of the world. But what many don't realize is that there are numerous times in my life that I am on the sidelines, watching, wishing I was the one 'out there' - not the one watching. . But
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