September 29. Today marks the beginning of a series of major life changes scheduled to take place in my otherwise ordinary life. I will just begin with what is actually happening today. Emily, my youngest, is leaving the nest…again. This beautiful, free-spirited child of mine could not wait to fly out and begin her own journey when she graduated high school! Independence and Adventurer are her unofficial middle names. (D'Shea is her official middle name, about which she has never been completely happy. But that's a whole blog entry of it own.) She flew through many adventures, landing back in the nest a couple of times to regroup. The details of that journey are hers to share, but my role in that journey is that of the mother whose nest has been emptied more times than should legally be allowed.
"Empty Nest" syndrome is very real. We bring these little angels into our lives who are fully dependent upon us, only to have them morph into younger versions of ourselves (with attitude and confidence on steroids). Those mini-me's begin tugging against the reins of our influence at the exact same time their bodies and minds are developing at awkwardly warped speed. Before we can adapt to these mirror images of us we are loading their belongings into the back of a pick-up and waving good-bye as they drive off into the sunset. That leaves us, the parents, the nurturers, picking up the pieces of our hearts off the ground and trying to help each other piece them back together into something new that isn't wrapped around that human being who has been the center of our universe for the past 17-18 years. The first time this happened, when our eldest, Eric, moved away to college, I probably would have moved in with him if I could have. Of course, that would have been weird, but HEY! Desperate times call for desperate measures!
OK. I know I tend to have a flare for the dramatic, but isn't this essentially what takes place? At the end of this day, Todd and I will have experienced this phenomenon a total of 5 times…with 2 children! And though the first two times were the hardest, each time requires a period of adjustment…and a period of recovery after moving furniture! We aren't getting any younger after all! We are, however, very proud of both of our kiddos! Both are business owners, responsible, and terrific human beings! We are enjoying watching them "become".
More change is coming, too! I start a new, exciting job one week from today! And ONE MONTH FROM TODAY, I am going to do something that will forever change my life! Don't let the suspense kill ya! Stay tuned!
Now I must put on my tennies and get ready for some seriously hard work! It's moving time!
Aug 28, 2013 - Day 20 of SD: Today was an awesome day! Work was great! The people I work with are fantastic! I felt really good, too! An interesting thing happened on my way home from work, also. I was CRAVING a cobb salad with that yummy avocado lime ranch dressing from Chick-fil-a, (yeah! I craved a salad) so I pulled in the drive thru and excitedly ordered my delicious salad and a large unsweet tea with lemon! Of course, I couldn't wait an hour till I got home to eat it, and I didn't want to waste time before I got home, so I did what any law-abiding, conscientious citizen would do...I cut that chicken up on my salad, drizzled my dressing across the greens, tossed it around a little, and took off down the road! In hindsight, driving and salads don't actually make a good combo, but I was hungry and ready to get home! All was well for about 4 bites, but then I dumped that entire beautiful salad into my lap! Smooth move, Ex-Lax! Now this might gross you out a bit, and you may never think the same of me again, but I pulled over (safety first, lol) and scooped that salad back into the bowl, wiped off my pants and the steering wheel with a wet one, and continued my journey home...and my dinner. Don't judge me!
I never thought there would ever come a day when I pulled through a drive thru and ordered a salad without even thinking about how badly I wanted something else! Another victory!!! Today, I had a random confession time with a friend and colleague, and admitted something I had never spoken out loud before. I was so obsessed with food that you might even say it was my idol! I ate in secret. It was nothing for me to pull through that same Chick-fil-a drive thru and order a regular CFA sandwich with large fries, Chick-fil-a sauce, and a large Coke (easy ice because you get more Coke that way) to eat on the way home. Then, if I was in the mood, I might stop at Sonic or DQ in Anson and order a hot fudge shake or hot fudge blizzard. The kicker is that I would try to HIDE my evidence before I got home. I often tossed my trash in the dumpster before I drove into the driveway so my family wouldn't know what I had eaten. It made me feel so much better to get that off my chest, but it was so hard to admit! Poor Nancy Ochs just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time! Thanks, Nanc!
The enemy likes for us to keep those deep, dark secrets, though! He is better able to hold us captive and torture us in a dark, hidden dungeon where we can neither be seen nor heard. When the Light starts to shine in on us, we are revived and the darkness flees! The same is true for our hidden sins and shames. Today, when I released that secret into the light, another shackle was broken, and another bucketload of dirt was thrown into the pit that was once my prison!
It's almost here! Tomorrow is DAY 21!!! Blessings!
I never thought there would ever come a day when I pulled through a drive thru and ordered a salad without even thinking about how badly I wanted something else! Another victory!!! Today, I had a random confession time with a friend and colleague, and admitted something I had never spoken out loud before. I was so obsessed with food that you might even say it was my idol! I ate in secret. It was nothing for me to pull through that same Chick-fil-a drive thru and order a regular CFA sandwich with large fries, Chick-fil-a sauce, and a large Coke (easy ice because you get more Coke that way) to eat on the way home. Then, if I was in the mood, I might stop at Sonic or DQ in Anson and order a hot fudge shake or hot fudge blizzard. The kicker is that I would try to HIDE my evidence before I got home. I often tossed my trash in the dumpster before I drove into the driveway so my family wouldn't know what I had eaten. It made me feel so much better to get that off my chest, but it was so hard to admit! Poor Nancy Ochs just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time! Thanks, Nanc!
The enemy likes for us to keep those deep, dark secrets, though! He is better able to hold us captive and torture us in a dark, hidden dungeon where we can neither be seen nor heard. When the Light starts to shine in on us, we are revived and the darkness flees! The same is true for our hidden sins and shames. Today, when I released that secret into the light, another shackle was broken, and another bucketload of dirt was thrown into the pit that was once my prison!
It's almost here! Tomorrow is DAY 21!!! Blessings!




