Digesting

I wish I had time to sit down, reflect, and digest. My life has been quite overwhelming for the past few months and I feel like I have lost a little of who I am. It may not be an entirely bad thing - since now that I am starting to breath a little deeper I have time to reflect on how I am going to maintain balance.

Being an entrepreneur is great - no qualms there - but I seriously needed a vacation or a slight hiatus before taking on this venture. I needed some serious time to regroup, although now, I am a lot more liberated. I know business is business. I also have the philosophy of if my customer can't wait - then maybe I am not the one to deliver the cake. I do not want to have my life led where I am constantly struggling to maintain my sanity and losing valuable time with myself and with my family.

I am just going to keep keeping on - I like what I do - I am very liberated and that in and of itself is the greatest reward I can give myself in regards to a job or a career. I need to allow people to help me; something I have a really hard time doing. I need to depend on my community of good friends and associates to see things through. Trust myself that I have surrounded myself with quality people.

Cheers.

Holy Cow

The other day Te and I were driving and he made a comment to me about something and my response was "Holy Cow!" Te then inquired, "what does holy cow mean mom?" I said, "holy cow means wow!" Te then says, "Why don't you just say wow mom?" So I went on and said "wow!" A few minutes later after Te has sucked down his strawberry soy milk from Moxie Java he says, "That was frickin' ass good mom!" My ears were like "what?" I said to Te, "What does frickin' ass good mean?" Te says, "It means delicious." My response is then, "Why can't you just say delicious?" Frickin' ass has become his words of choice the past couple days. I am trying really hard not to harp on the words being inappropriate because I don't want him to thinks it's funny and off limits and just continue to say it in spite. It's just like when he use to say "God" and I just kept correcting him with the right words and it turned into "goodness." So frickin' ass good is on the words to transform - especially before it harms the ears of his fellow classmates, teacher, aunties, papas, etc.

Along with that earlier in the week Te informed me that he has camouflage eyes. Do you know what camouflage eyes are? Camouflage eyes are eyes that can see and find anything. He then was watching a Mickey Mouse episode where they were trying to spot some sheep and Te told me, "Mom, Mickey doesn't have camouflage eyes like me."

Gotta love how they grow. More to come now that life is sort of settling down.