2019:02 Year of the (Interrupting) Cow

There is this clever knock knock joke and it goes like this:

knock, knock

Who’s there?

Interrupting Cow

Interrupting Co…

Mooo!

Yes, that is how this year has gone. I’ve rested from parenting now for a month and a half and taken my time to get my bearings, but it seems the cow shows up about every other day putting a hitch in my gitalong. It’s OK. I’ve accepted that the transition is just hard and that it’s not going to be fast. Slowly, I am making progress though. Business cards had a hitch, website had a hitch but both are done and then the phone was a nightmare – 6 trips to the store and 4 phone calls and then I got the bill and it was wrong! The saving grace was that even though the right hand has no idea what the left is doing with them, everyone was helpful and tried to help. I kept my composure though I did get frustrated to the verge of tears. All of those things are now set up and I even have a client! Yay! Nevermind that I have no idea how to take an application or order a credit report yet. That is next and I have admittedly procrastinated, a little intimidated about relearning over old habits. It’s so much harder than just learning something you know nothing about.

Put myself on a healthy eating routine and a two week detox and am slowly doing incremental clean out of the house. No hurry on any of it. The cows can interrupt until they come home. I find in every step I feel happy and thankful.

Last week, I hit the milestone of 60 years old. Some are depressed by it, but I had a beautiful day with my kids and then my mom and her husband and the night before a fun dinner with friends. Truly, God has given me a lovely and beautiful life. There is so much to be thankful for every minute of every day. As I reflect on all of the stories of my journey these 60 years – fraught with much of the unplanned and unexpected – divorce, bankruptcy, loss and yet – all my life God has been faithful and so, so good. I don’t feel old in the least even if the mirror says otherwise. It’s good. In spite of interrupting cows and other frustrations, I smile at the future. I’m single and happy though I miss having a man in my life, but it’s better than being yoked to a man with character flaws that keep him from being morally reliable. So being alone is a better choice at this moment.

Blessing God today,

Kiki

Milking this song lately (better than milking cows)