We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste.

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Artwork: Day Job Doodles from the past few days. 🙂 HA! (c) 2014

Working. Head down and getting shit done no matter how you personally feel about doing whatever.it.is.  The list never seems to get smaller when you are part of a family. I have never really known family in the sense of closeness and stick it out no matter what-ness. My family of birth…well… just not so much on the stick it out and do what needs to be done for the whole, people…in general. They were a bunch that strived for themselves…family was an after thought…an add on, but never a definition…not at least in my personal perspective…they might have a different take on that issue. Regardless, that was my experience.

Now, in this moment of life, I have a family. It’s weird and wonderful and a little overwhelming at times. I feel pushed under by the demands and needs. I feel needy to be seen for what I do at times…the ego is learning so much in this now. I am learning what it means to be radically honest, in the moment. I am learning that I can be free to be the complicated being that I am…and my people will make room for that and hold space…much as I do for them. Its a dance of learning and frustration and joy.  They are my family and I am bringing more people in as I can…I have found that there is room…in this old heart, after all.

So, the month of birthdays has come to a close for the year…and I say thank you. The bank balance is screaming and the pantry is a little bare but we did it and we had a fucking blast. All worth it. Every second and penny spent. Priceless these ones I love are to me. Priceless and irreplaceable and wacky. I love being a part of a working family. I say thank you.

Hope you have a great day doing what you do. Be love if ya can…it greases the wheels the ego puts in the way of progress. 🙂


The family. We were a strange little band of characters trudging through life sharing diseases and toothpaste, coveting one another’s desserts, hiding shampoo, borrowing money, locking each other out of our rooms, inflicting pain and kissing to heal it in the same instant, loving, laughing, defending, and trying to figure out the common thread that bound us all together. ~Erma Bombeck

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