Changes

“Continuity gives us roots; change gives us branches, letting us stretch and grow and reach new heights.”

~Pauline R. Kezer

I love writing.  I always look forward to the times when I can pull out my laptop and reflect upon my life as a mother.  Writing this blog, specifically, is the most satisfying type of writing I have ever done, because it’s so rewarding to have an audience!  I really appreciate you!  I love knowing that there are women out there who are connecting with the experiences that I’m sharing.  It’s an empowering process.

It’s also a very time-consuming process!  This next month I’m going to be focusing on another passion of mine: photography.  I’ve been given a great opportunity by Liz Tribe, the manager of the Comox Mall.  She has taken a huge leap of faith and hired me as her official Santa photographer this season.  I am thrilled.  As you can imagine, I want my first professional gig to be a smashing success, so I need to make a bit of room in my life.  More time for photography will mean less time for writing.  (For all of you local readers, the first Santa shoot is this Friday at 5pm!)

So, there are going to be a few changes to ‘The Grateful Mama.’  I’m definitely going to keep writing, every Monday at the very least; but I won’t hold myself to the ‘five posts a week’ schedule.  Who knows?  Perhaps in the new year I’ll be returning to the week-daily post format.  I’ll keep you all ‘posted.’

Change is good.  Sometimes change is hard.  Change is always inevitable.  I remember, when I was ten or eleven years old, my family was preparing to move to a new town.  I didn’t want to go.  I was sad about leaving my friends, my teacher, my school and my bedroom.  I was also frustrated that I had no say in the matter!

My dad came into my room one night and had a little chat with me.  He didn’t give me the speech that I had anticipated.  He didn’t try to cheer me up by telling me that I’d make new friends and I’d like my new school.  Instead, he just told me that the one thing I would always be able to count on in life, was ‘change.’  “Everything changes,” he told me.  And he was right.  It was a pretty sobering thought at the time, but his words have stuck with me over the years.  When you’re a kid, it’s very obvious when adults are feeding you a load of crap and when they are giving you the straight goods.  I always appreciated that about my dad.  He was a straight-shooter.  He still is.

To my wonderful, loyal readers who start every day by reading my posts: I’m sorry if this change disappoints you.  I hope you won’t hold it against me, and that you’ll continue to read and enjoy my offerings.

To my wonderful, loyal readers who check in every once in awhile, this’ll be no big deal!

Thank you all for reading!