I housesit every so often and it is full of adventures always. I've come to enjoy and appreciate the time I spend at this particular house, really the only one on my housesitting list. (Thinking about advertising my services; it seems a good plan.) Of course this house feels somewhat like home. I suppose here is a place I feel safe. To relax and breathe deeply. To unwind and take comfort in being myself.
I've been out in Aurora since Monday and it's been rather event-less as far as house sitting can go at this place. Only six birds this visit. Although Bob is here - and he makes enough noise at times to make me wonder if there isn't an entire parrot parade in the living room. Of course the two canines. And the fish. Katrina had her mother call today to make sure I wasn't forgetting to feed the fish as dad forgot to write that in the note. (Don't worry Katie, I've fed him every day!) Though I have no dog bites yet to report (Kayla still has three days) and there no ladies bringing in bras with which their birds are intended to "snuggle" this time, I have had a couple unique things happen in the last few days.
I think the most unique thing that has happened in the last few weeks, and has settled with me this week, is that I can say "work" now and know (at least a bit better than before) what I mean. In comparison to times past, the house is quiet. As such I've had a lot of time for working. Working. Wow - that feels good to say! Though in the very beginning stages, I'm defining my habits as a writer. I've accepted the fact that I am, in fact, a writer and have begun proclaiming it as my work. What's more, as my passion. I'm taking the time to turn my talent into a skill. I'm conscisouly making writing part of my career for the rest of my life. It certainly isn't paying the bills yet, but I look forward to a day it may.
This week I've had a lot of time to myself. For processing and praying. That time has been valuable beyond my comprehension. I've stayed up late with friends. Getting to know myself better than I wanted to know me. And dreaming of things that could happen if the miracles I'm praying for come true. The plan for the rest of the week is to just brace myself for the adventures that lay ahead. However mundane they might seem it just might be the beginning of the miracle I've been waiting for all my life.
Back in college, in 2004 when blogging was hardly even a thing yet, I was here. Blogging before blogging meant anything to anyone. You can look in the archives for my past writings, but it was much more like a journal in the past. When we started fundraising, I messed around with the idea of launching something new for this new phase of our journey but actually hated that idea. I am a sum of all of my life and so much of it is here already. So I'm keeping it here. At least for now.
My main focus these days is blogging about our newest journey into the bizarre and wonderful world of gestational surrogacy. Posts dated 2013 and forward will trend heavily toward that journey. I don't promise everything I write will be about though. There might be other things that sneak in occasionally.
Please come along our journey with us. As the saying goes, "The more, the merrier!"
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