Will, David, Andi, Michael and I just arrived home after caravanning in three vehicles, balloons flying and horns a honking past Celina and Steven’s house in celebration of Ravi’s sixth birthday, and clearly, Ravi loved our surprise as much as her gramma loved planning a way for our hearts, which are happily intertwined, to be safely involved. Photos to follow once Steven sends them to me🙋🏻♀️❤️🎂😊
On another note—Over these past twenty (plus) years my sister has become involved in a wide variety of groups, which is what I chose for myself during much younger years while teaching and raising three bright and active boys before my inner drive to write was fueled by subconscious need to grow ever more reflectively introspective about each stage of my life in order to understand, more deeply, how one personal experience led directly to the next as emotional complexity continued to layer up until my need to compartmentalize each experience offered me sound reason to actually develop into the person I’d thought myself to be. And thank goodness, my desire to write whatever I’ve gained in insight has re-channeled my love of teaching in person toward expressing life lessons that prove classic, via my blog, which is being read in over eighty nations, throughout the world.🥰
And so, upon reflection, as my sister and I have continued to age, our lives have evolved in ways that are actually not as dissimilar as might appear on the surface at first glance.
Once again, I can’t help but wonder when my brain will freely release true stories, beginning in high school, where I’d paused at the precipice of my personal face-off with heart/lung cancer ...
🙋🏻♀️Annie
No comments:
Post a Comment