Saturday, October 13, 2012

The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly!

This has been one ONE incredibly eventful week. 

  •  I held my first ever garage sale
  • Said goodbye to one of my wonderful horses
    Visiting Shadow at his new home
  • Painted the outside of my little trailer   (I'll do another post to show you the progress of Lolita's new 'clothes'.
  •  And now my last foster kiddo left (not in a good way).  This is not how I imagined saying goodbye to a little guy although troubled,  has been a huge part of my life for four years.  
    This is not how I imagined ending my 38 year career as a foster parent.   
    My emotions are all over the chart.   I am vacillating between tears of loss and giddy with impending freedom.   And oh my, the work the still needs to be done is mind numbing.   Lordy,  I'm not sure I am ready for all the changes that full - timing will bring!!  But yet they keep on coming.  I'm beginning to feel like a proverbial snowball gathering speed as it rolls down the hill.  
    I am pouring out my heart to you that reader of this blog as a way to document the process I am going through and seek support from those who have walked the path I am on.  I made a promise to myself as I started to blog to keep it real.  No glossing over the hard parts.  No glamorizing the difficulties.  You have all been incredibly supportive as I move through this process.  I can't tell you how much this has meant to me.

So there you have it.... the good, the bad and the ugly.    


 

12 comments:

  1. Shadow is a gorgeous horse!

    So sorry to hear about your last foster child leaving. It sounds like life giving you a shove out one door and opening another.

    It is what it is. And this, too, shall pass. Those words may sound blunt, but they have helped me in many a sad/bad situation.

    Thanks for putting your emotions out there. We've all had our ups and downs.

    Hugs,
    Susan

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  2. Lol.... It is what it is. My Mom used to say that too! As I read that I could even hear her voice saying it. I really did mean it when I said how important the supportive comments have been. So for this minute I am done with sniveling, I have much work to do before I'm out the door!

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  3. Sigh. Goodbyes and hellos. You already know that how you feel today is not how you'll feel tomorrow. Maybe not even later this afternoon. Still, NOW is what there is, and so it's right that NOW is always biggest.

    It's hard to be so honest to the world. APPLAUSE!

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  4. [And thanks for letting us know Chinle is okay.]

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  5. Good for you. Change isn't always easy, but is always exciting.

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  6. Glad that you were able to visit your beautiful horse in his new home. Goodbyes are always emotional (good and bad) but they are part of the inevitable change that is life. Move forward and keep plugging away. Someday soon, you will relish the freedom that you have worked towards.

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  7. Change is difficult and never how you think it will be. I always feel better in the bright new morning. I know you will too. Fewer responsibilities will give you much deserved time to spend on your life and creating your new path. Totally honest bloggers are few. Good for you!!

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  8. Well there are a few things in life you won't be getting details about.... but I forgot what!

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  9. For me, it was all worth it in the end. I wish you the same outcome. :)

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  10. You're brave and courageous to "stretch yourself" and follow your dreams. It WILL be OK, and it WILL be right!

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  11. I am pugging away at it myself, can't do the plow right through it way you are. I tell people the storage units are buying me time and saving my nerves. I am truly amazed at how far you have come in such a short time. Congratulations.

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  12. Necessity is the mother of invention. I do find my self cocooning and then burst of energy where I accomplish a great deal. At this point I think both are necessary. Thanks for the encouragement. Karen

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