9/14/2025.

Okay, I might have gotten a little behind on posting this month. Ten days? In my defense Jake had a hospital procedure and that created various ripples. It went well and I've been happy, enjoying life.

I meant to do a write up of our adventure. That didn't happen.

It was pleasantly boring and wound up only being a very expensive dental cleaning. Grateful for that but led to additional medical follow up - yep, going to need wisdom teeth removed. I already have consultation appointments scheduled for both kids but even now, it's tough. Not sure how I'm going to manage it all. Wisdom teeth extractions and recovery, awful. Anyway, I'll find out more next week until then I'm not going to worry about it.

Had a beautiful run this morning. A little over 3 miles. Perfect weather.

Sunflowers were blooming. Also? The storm damaged trees that haven't been cleaned up, have rotted away to where many of the paths are passable again.

I'm torn on what new exercise goal to start. I need to incorporate more structured strength training but I'd also like to train for a 10K. I suppose it's possible to do both. Yet that seems extreme. I love this time of year though. We'll see.

My blood pressure has returned back down to a normal level, so it wasn't a bad batch of pills. Still all very odd. Hypertension is such a mystery. Every morning I take my pressures and I wonder, will it randomly begin to spike again? idk.

Okay - prompt time - and I glanced through these, I'm going to be honest, not looking forward to answering so why not knock a bunch out?

My most memorable birthday is the one I'm most uncomfortable talking about - so skip.

This is also hard. My best friend was my husband and it was incredible to have that kind of partnership in life while it lasted. We cared enough about one another to recognize we had different life missions and deserved happiness. It's now an unusual friendship. I don't have a best friend anymore. Idk, I'm more likely to date again than to invest in friendships. Yet finding time for that is pretty low on my priorities. "They're afraid of what they see." >There is so much misconception about disability and breaking through that bias is another full time job. And I totally get it. I've had 16 years experience as an adaptive parent. Most people have not even been around one blind person. I have two. And I thrived in that role.

Hey, another appropriate continuation of one prompt to another. Well, I've written of this extensively by now but two micro-preemie twins threw me into a world of critical care and rehab. My ex-husband and I split the duties. I became a stay at home mom - yet my life was insane filled with hundreds of doctor/therapist appointments as I forged a new path forward. All while my ex pursued his career in natural gas, which was dangerous and intense as we live in a large city. Emergency and on-call shifts were a big part of our lives. It's hard to describe that kind of stress. But the two of us together? We realized our various worlds -well it was too much stress combined. Socially? I have a weird life. Taking my experience and making the best of it.

No idea.

I was a fiction writer for years. I purposefully got lost. And it was the most incredible thing to ever do or that someone could experience. I'm convinced of this. Escapism. It brought me so much fun and adventure. And creativity. Along with that...solutions to my life problems which is when I finally felt 'lost' because I couldn't help but see what needed to be done and that felt impossible.

I was a sales clerk at a department store. Small housewares, bedding, home goods, eventually draperies and furniture. 16 and eager to work on commission. I enjoyed talking to people. Helping them. It was clean, I still can hear the music which played in a loop. Spent a lot of time learning, restocking and folding towels.

I've had a lot of crushes. People fascinate me.

His name was Joe. That relationship involved Y2K. Fun times. Seems so simple, looking back upon it.

Well I wanted it to be in business - but counselors at my high school could not believe it was a good fit for me. I was so quiet and helpful with others. A natural teacher. And I agreed because I did enjoy assisting others. But they had no idea of my home or work life - which was full time as a teenager in sales and managing restaurants. And began a slow horrifying realization of how people never really know me.

I've always been torn between accounting and education. That carried into college and reality as a poor person who only wanted stability. My English professors? Read my work and quite literally begged me to reconsider becoming a writer. I had the voice and talent to capture emotional symbolism. I didn't believe them. I did not even like writing at that time in my life. Writing was so natural to me, I didn't even try. So it felt ridiculous.

Which is why I dropped out and went to trade school for medical admin - then returned to college for accounting because medical + business seemed to provide the brightest future. Only for all of that to be redirected once the kids were born and I was thrown hard into the world of intervention. And deep into writing - of which I learned, psychology was my real love.

I honestly don't remember. I think I was more consumed with the idea of more them keep coming vs just excitement about the first. I was an ambitious kid.

That's a loaded question. lol. I'm going to be honest, it's extremely difficult, as a mother to disabled children, to trust and date. I'm parenting on god mode. The challenges exist. They aren't going anywhere. There is a part of me that grieves a different kind of life, one where I have a life partner as it gets lonely out there and it's hard to carry this all by myself but no one seems to match my passion. I love my life and what I have been able to accomplish. I'm going to be able to help a lot of people. Even talking about this right now at least brings light to the struggles other parents in my situation face. The divorce rate is extremely high.