A New View At Life

IMG_3497Almost a year ago I had an epiphany of sorts. I will blame it on the whole ‘turning 40‘ thing. I took a big step back and really analyzed where I was in my life, what I wanted and where I wanted to go. This ordeal sent my mind spinning in crazy directions, leaving me truly wondering what did I want? It was at that moment I decided to walk away.

Now, any of you that know me realize I do not do change well. I stayed at the crappiest job ever for 12 years because the thought of change scared me more than the toxic people I worked with. After much prayer and a gift from God, I was able to leave that job for a new one I truly loved. Fast forward two years and change would have its way with me again as we up and moved from Chicago to the grand ole state of Texas. New town, new state, knowing no one. I couldn’t even get to the grocery store without my navigation in my car. But I trudged on and am now getting quite familiar with this new land and have been able to do so without relying solely on Google Maps. Yeah me!

I tackled turning 40 with my bestie by taking a girls surfing trip to Barbados. It was amazing; the food, the surf, the stories – oh the stories! I think this picture sums it up quite well.

IMG_2633Now Kat, weren’t you talking about walking away? Yes, yes I was. I decided in my pre-midlife crisis moment to walk away from writing. This included my blog, Blissfully Domestic, my journal and every other writing platform I was working on or posting to. Seems easy I know, but when something has been a part of your life for eight years it is hard to walk away. Through writing and blogging I have made fierce life long friendships, I have met amazing people, been inspired over and over again, have finally been among people that ‘get’ me – how could I walk away from everything I loved and cherished. These guys.

IMG_1862And Hubby, I can’t forget Hubby. I had caught myself one too many times saying, “Just give me a minute to finish this up” and “Can you please quiet down? Mommy need to get her work/writing/post done“. I was actually convicted by Monkey who said, “I know Mom, you always say that.” Whoa. THAT is not what I wanted to hear. I didn’t want them to remember me as some crazy haired person hiding behind a laptop. I wanted them to remember me; that I spent time with them, was fully present in their lives, that I cared about them more than the internet, that I loved them with all my heart and soul.

So after a heart to heart with Hubby and his assurance that the world would go on if I didn’t blog, I took a break. To say it was easy would be a big fat lie. I was like an addict – “If I just quick put up this haiku I just wrote people wouldn’t forget about me, maybe if I do just one more 100 Words….” The list went on and on. I made a conscious effort to leave my laptop out of plain sight. I actually hid it in my closet. Pathetic, I know. But I missed it. I still miss it. But by walking away for a bit it made me realize how much time I was truly spending on it. Time that I could never get back with my family.

So now our family rule is no laptops after dinner. Internet time has been replaced with mandatory family snuggle time on the couch. And even though it is cramped and squishy and full of boy madness, I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But I am trying to find a way write more. Because life has to be about balance right?

 

Traveling Through Forty – Day 8

It all started when the check engine light came on. Ella was somewhere in the middle of Wyoming. She hadn’t see an exit or rest stop for miles. Come to think of it, she couldn’t remember the last tine she even saw a car. When a red light began to fervently flash, Ella quickly pulled over. Her owners manual said it was a broken Ecdysiast Dialator. “A what??!”

Ella knew she should’ve heeded her father’s advice to have the car inspected. She could just hear him now, “Ella Jane, I told you you needed to get your car checked out!”

Create a definition for the word ‘ecdysiast‘ and then use the word in your story. Begin your story with, “It all started when….” Curious as to the real definition of ecdysiast? An ecdysiast is a strip tease artist. Rrrar!

Traveling Through Forty – Day 7

His taste in women was quite eclectic. While he has had many lovers, he always made sure to relish his time with the current hot pepper of the moment. He especially loved when he found a lady with a complexion like mayonnaise – smooth and flawless, demanding to be touched. His affairs with women have gotten him in many a pickle and he has had to ‘mustard’ up countless apologies throughout the years. His biggest being when he doused his date’s meal with soy sauce when all she desired was a dollop of ketchup. Maybe it’s finally time to settle down!

My condiments to the chef! Today I had to use the words hot pepper, mustard, mayonnaise, ketchup, soy sauce, relish and pickle in a story that started, “His taste in women was….”

Traveling Through Forty – Day 6

Life takes some funny twists and turns. Who would have thought small town me would end up in the big city working for one of the largest corporations in the world? As I walked up to building, the setting sun reflected rays of orange, yellow and red across the oversized windows, making them look like stained glass. The doorman greeted me with my mail; bill, the latest edition of Vogue and a large white envelope. The envelope boasted that I could be the next big winner. As I toss it in the trash I giggle and think – I already am!

Day six! My prompt for my Traveling Through Forty project today was: “You received a realistic envelope in the mail claiming ‘You May Have Already Won!’. Tell a story about what you may or may not have won and what you do with the envelope.

Traveling Through Forty – Day 5

Back in 1938, before child labor laws were enforced, my summers were spent working in the fields. Between our cotton plantation and my granddaddy’s orchards, there was always plenty of work for me to get done. Momma would wake me up at the break of dawn to catch the truck to the fields. I didn’t mind working in the morning so much when the breeze was cool and the sun was low. But by mid-afternoon all I wanted to do was jump in Ms. Lindsay’s pond. But nothing beat finding the perfect peach to sneak home for an after dinner snack!

My prompt for today was, “Back in 1938, before….” Have you been writing today??

Traveling Through Forty – Day 4

The ships sail billows as it begins to fill with air. Bright colors span across the belly of the canvas, as if almost boasting its wares. It was nothing short of beautiful. Just then, the captain began spouting orders at his crew to maximize the thrust of power Mother Nature had just provided. James wanted nothing more than for the Barrett Elise to win the Geneva again this year. While the other captains often complained of all the added stress during a race, James found it nothing short of exhilarating.  He could never imagine his life apart from the sea.

My prompt today was to write and fill the sail of a sailboat beginning with, “The ships sail.…”

Traveling Through Forty – Day 3

Here I am stuck in my crib again like some baby. First of all, I am no baby. I’m all growed up and can do everything myself!

Now Jackson – he’s a baby. All he does is cry and sleep. When I want to play, I hafta be quiet cause he’s sleeping. When he’s crying, I hafta find something to do cause Mommy’s busy. I’m not even sure why they brought him home. He’s not even cute with his wrinkly squishy face. He reminds me of those icky lima beans Mommy tries to make me eat. Good thing Shasta likes beans!

My prompt for today was to embrace my inner two year old. I had to give myself a name with the intials C.A.T and describe my appearance and family life. I also had to give my thoughts on toilet training – ha! I was to begin my prompt with: Here I am stuck in my crib…..

  • THE DEETS

    Name: Candice Analise Thorton
    Nickname: Cuddlekins
    Eye Color: Blue
    Hair: Red
    Favorite Food: french fries
    Siblings: Jackson aka smelly new baby brother
    Dog: Shasta
    Thoughts on toilet training: There is no way I’m wearing a diaper like that icky baby they brought home!  Give me that lil potty thing. No more diapers for me!!

Traveling Through Forty – Day 2

The postcard arrived late yesterday afternoon. I cringed when I saw the familiar signature across the bottom. Deep down I’d thought sending her on a trip to the farthest depths of Mongolia would give the hint that I wanted to be left alone. I was certain there would be no means of communication in the small village of Hatgal. But as true to form, she found a way. Even with almost 7,000 miles between us, she still found a way to perturb me through the mail. Maybe it is I who needs to go into hiding to escape her crazed madness?

My prompt for day two was to send a person that bugs me on a trip. Think where you would like to send them and send them there! Start your prompt with, “The postcard arrived….”

Travelling Through Forty – Day One

Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel. The insanity of it all can be overwhelming. Why must I continue to struggle, just to catch my breath?

Often my life is put on hold so that the needs of others are met. Time for me is viewed as selfish and insensitive – definitely not a priority.

Oh how I long to purge this nonsense from my life, to regain the freedom of time. But what would that take? An exorcist? An undercover covert escape plan? Maybe just some self imposed boundaries rest my wary soul.

This is day one of a little project I am doing with a friend as we explore our fourth decade of life. My prompt was to use the three words: nonsense, exorcist and insensitive and to begin my prompt with: “Sometimes I feel just like a gerbil running around and around on his wheel.” And, because I like a good challenge, all my prompts will be 100 words. Bring on the fun!

Elusive Retreat

church_and_tree-claire-fullerThe wind swirled through the trees, causing the boughs to lament and moan. Sabina received his note in the marketplace from a young villager girl telling her he’d be coming for her tonight.

Sabina peered out of her bedroom window in the east tower, looking for any sign of movement below. Her anticipation was getting the best of her as any noise or disturbance instantly brought her to her feet. Finally, she heard the sound she’d been waiting for. Small rocks clinked against her windowpane, signalling her escape.

Her face flushed with excitement, knowing that there was no turning back.

The challenge of 100 words is to write a post, using only 100 words. Velvet Verbosity is back and this week she challenged us with ‘Boughs‘. While Friday Fictioneeers provided the photo prompt.