The holidays for me have always been full of memories from my childhood. The other day I was walking the dogs and someone was burning in their fireplace.. the smell brought me back to my childhood. At my grandparents.. grandpa made a fire in the basement, played pool and smoked his pipe. Jason, Micki and I roller skating around in the basement waiting for dinner on Christmas eve and then presents. Funny how things change so much the older you get.
Lots of this with the family this year that are new. Grandma is in assisted living, Micki and her husband will not be able to be with us for Christmas. Hanna is here, and that has been really fun for me, as I am enjoying buying her presents and getting stocking stuffers ready. My cousin and his wife are having issues that will change their lives so much.. I am reaching out to my cousin's wife.. but I am afraid that there is not much I can do.
I decided a couple weeks ago to go back and see my counselor and I really like her. Her questions to me about how I like living in this small town still surprise me when I answer. I don't really care for this town, but I love my life. I am trying to make something of my job here and hoping that after this year, I will have more clients. I love all the girls and it's a nice fit to be so close to home and to have the flexibility that I do with the hours that I work. I tell Matt all the time that if he would like to move and start fresh somewhere else I am all for it, but his job is not one to just transfer and move. Fireman need to stay and fill their time in the department. I understand but it's fun to think about from time to time.
This week is the one to get back into the gym. My goal is 5 days a week.. I wish myself luck. It's not that I don't work out or that I don't like it, it's pushing myself there, to a gym that I hate. Maybe a work out partner is in store..
some many thoughts..
