Mantra practice. “If it is meant to be, who are you to change that?  It’s time to believe it.”

I reconnected recently with my friend Angie from pre-school.  It has been a couple of years since we have talked and we just picked up right where we left off.  Before that it had been about 15 or so years since we had talked.  That girl is a blast.  Glad we are back in touch.  I am also friends with her twin brother Mark.  I saw him for the first time in years at Angie’s wedding a while back.  We all just acted like we had never been apart.  Got along famously. 

I am in the condo now.  Enjoying it.  My mom was in town last week to help me organize.  She did most of the work while I stressed about everything.  It really would do me some good to learn how to de-stress.  Dr. Oz (don’t act like you do not know who I am talking about) says that high levels of stress can change your chromosomes or something hideous like that.  I just do not know how to decompress.  May need to start running that stress out of me.  Well who am I kidding?  I may need to start walking (strolling) that stress out of me.  Yeah, that’s it.  I almost have to just go to sleep to stop stressing.  And even then I can have bizarre dreams that - guess what - make me stress out in the dream and make me wake up feeling icky.  I am weird.

Mantra practice.  “If it is meant to be, who are you to change that?  It’s time to believe it.”

Going to Atlanta next week to see my Papa and Granny.  Have not seen Granny for a while - maybe since last Thanksgiving?  She is not doing so well so I need to spend some time with her.  It will be nice to see them again.

I planned a possible large happy hour for this Friday.  I think I had 60 people on the list and then I know the info got passed to about 30 more people.  Should be interesting.  We usually get about 40+ people who show up.  Ahh good (potentially selacious!) times. 

Cheers!