While some of my posts are short and sweet (maybe just a quick thought or short poem), I reached 100 posts and I am proud♥ I am proud of myself for engaging in something I passionately love, writing. And I am thankful for anyone out there reading this, anyone in this universe (or maybe another universe) that connects with my voice and the words I write. Those same words that mold my thoughts and feelings into sentences, later paragraphs and stories of my life. Sometimes I feel like my life is simple and uneventful but as I review my first 100 posts, I realize something – my life is wild and amazing, filled with love and adventure, and my brain is alive and well, pumping with thoughts that are chomping at the bit to be put to paper. It feels really good to sit and write either about whatever comes to mind or about a topic I have been dwelling on for days. It feels even better to realize you have found something in life that makes you happy and feel like yourself when you do it. The definition of contentment, to me, is when I am both happy and relaxed as I dive deeper into a passion project such as this.
So please join me as I continue into the next one hundred posts during this 35th year of my life. My mind is still brewing up more writing ideas, including one of my larger goals of writing either a series of short stories or a book of the three loves I know of and admire. The first love story is that of my neighbor Pat and her husband Mark. Mark, as you may know from my recent updates, passed away from this earth, relieved from his painful bone cancer battle. The best of friends in every way, Mark and Pat were a beautiful couple who we enjoyed having in our lives for the past eight years as neighbors.
The second love story is that of Hugo’s grandparents, Polly and Bob. Married for over seventy-five years, they weathered every type of storm imaginable, with both of them living into their mid-nineties (Polly is still chugging along at 95!). As husband and wife, they traveled, raised their four children into confident, successful adults, and worked in various industries, including Bob’s time in the Navy during World War II.
The third and final love story is my fairy tale with Hugo. In my opinion, this is the most beautiful love story of all. We are the best of friends and he is the true puzzle piece to my life. As I reflect on the three stories, side by side, I can see the common threads of friendship, trust, loyalty, and deep love running through them all. Stand by for my series of love stories, coming soon to a blog near you ♥