Not your Granny's Cranny!
Sharing my Learns & Feels along the way, of all things Life, Love and Niche & Cranny!
You've got to admit the irony that exists, when on the day of my very first PNC (Potential New Client) meeting, actually an hour before the meeting, UPS delivers my husband's latest book purchase, titled, "How Not To Die."
Seriously. I'm finishing a long soak in the tub, to calm my New Girl Fears, when the Hubby pops his head in the door, to inform me that the doorbell was just his new book order from Amazon. How Not To Die. Legit. A super thick, 400+ page How To, on living to age ninety. You can't make this stuff up. Here I am soaking in the tub, praying to God and Jesus and I think, even Mary, to help me Not Die during the impending PNC meeting, and my husband, who has carried this ship financially since the birth of our first born almost 15 years ago, has just ordered a book thicker than a first edition, War and Peace, on how to live longer and, well...How Not To Die. Perspective. I'm terrified. I know in my head logically, that you have to start somewhere. You have to make mistakes. You have to be vulnerable, and scared, and fearless, and terrified... sometimes and usually, all at once. I am. I am all of those things. They make me, Me. Tonight's PNC meeting went far better than The Scary Fears In My Mind imagined it would. I am grateful. I am hopeful. I am Learning. And yet, I have so much still to learn. But beyond all of this, I am Living and soon to be Creating. And maybe, just maybe, on this journey, my husband will reap the benefits long overdue him for his heavy lifting in our family. I look forward to laughing with him at age 90, about the things that terrified us in our forties!
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