Having a good day...

Having a good day…

I am beginning to love my days off again.

Not that I didn’t before but when I worked at home all the time every day was a work day.  I got up, made coffee, headed to my computer, and worked.

Now, I work outside the home 4 days a week.  I walk 20-ish minutes to work, hustle around the restaurant, talk to people (and that’s really important), and do my job.  When I don’t have to go to the job, I still spend a lot of time on the computer, but the time off the computer has become more important.

Today I went and got my hair cut and then did a few errands and then met my mom and dad and little sister for coffee.

Sometimes I forget how cool it is to be able to have coffee with my mom and dad at the same time.  They are divorced for almost 30 years but they are still very good friends.  They laugh together and remember stuff and tell stories together.  They are no longer married and both of them have been married once each since they split up.  But they still love to spend time together.  And that is pretty cool.  I love that my parents are actually friends and want to spend time in the same room together.


My mom and dad; still friends 30 years after a divorce.

It’s almost 3 pm now and I still have lots to do today.

I have to spend some time on the Harlow-McGaw sites (reviewing applications, doing social media, chatting with writers in the support group) and then I have to do some writing for a client (somehow two weeks have slipped by and the damn due date for 6 articles is TODAY – I always do that).  I have some cleaning to do and I have to dye my hair.

But it’s a good day.

Because at the end of the day, my husband is there.  Always.  No matter how busy I am, he’s always there.  And I really appreciate having him in my life.

My husband is the person that keeps me grounded.  He reminds me what I am working for.  He supports my dreams and goals and ambitions and encourages me to do what I want to do. If I said I wanted to quit my job tomorrow he’d support me on that, even if it meant that we had to live on beans for awhile (it’s happened before!).  If I want to work outside the home, he supports me on that, too.  I only hope that I give him the same support that he gives me.

It’s a good day.

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