Mome reads Mommy, My daughter's way to spell it when she was younger... It stuck. My son calls me Mome... just like it looks. I now sign all my notes to them "Love, Mome". It's our inside secret and makes them smile. I always want them to smile.

Sunday, February 1, 2009


I have found myself reflecting lately about life. My life specifically. Am I where I want to be? Where I thought I'd be at this age? What do I want to do with the rest of my life? Sounds like a mid-life crisis doesn't it?
I'm not sure where the sudden urge to reflect. Maybe it's a birthday, but I don't think that's it. Maybe it's the economy and the fact that for the first time since college (or shortly after) that I don't have all the money I want to make all the purchases I want. I'm not a big shopper, but sometimes it's nice to spend money on stuff we don't really need, and right now that just isn't an option. I'm not sure why I feel this way.
I'm not super depressed, though I am a little sad lately. I'm a very upbeat, always see the positive, type person and lately just haven't felt myself, or had the energy to put up the front, or...I just can't put my finger on it.
I'll keep reflecting and get back to you when I have it all figured out. Thanks for listening.

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