So last night I was reminded of just how bad things were in my life a decade ago when I was in my mid 30s. It was a very rough time and I would never go back. It got me to thinking if I had the chance would I repeat them? The answer is a resounding no.
How about you? Which was your worst decade and why and would you ever repeat it?A lot of us have crazy childhoods and there can be a very stressful firstdecade or two. However adulthood has its own adventures and can lead to some of the worst years of our lives.
Personally for me my 30s were the worst ever. I was in a crazy marriage which had constant struggles between medical, financial, family, death, job issues,
and mental anguish. I wouldn’t ever choose to relive them.
On the flipside, my 40s have been far and above what my 30s were. They’ve had their ups and downs but so far so good.
How about you? Which was your worst decade and why and would you ever repeat it?
I’ve had some time to process the loss of my baby girl, Cali, last Tuesday. Strange what losing a beloved animal will do to you and make you look at your life. I have been reeling for days and finally have narrowed my ‘hobbies’ down to a top list of three great loves of my world:
Cats, Yarn, and Words
Cats…obviously. Above is my baby boy, Jack, who has been my buddy since he was adopted as a tiny kitten. (yes, he was tiny once). This 19 lb behemoth of a cuddler is the main focus of my life, especially since the tragic loss of his sister. He is diabetic, but takes his shots like a champ. He is pretty healthy otherwise, thank goodness! He gets pancreatic attacks that make him sick all day and all night at times, but he gets medication and it helps.
Yarn…ha ha seems to go hand-in-hand with cats, right? Don’t let them play with it, I implore you. My first cat, Katie, ingested some and it came out the other end…ewwwwwwwwwwwww! It can wrap around their stomach and kill them. Seriously, watch the yarn. OK, enough PSA…I love to knit and can even crochet (it just always ends up a little ‘off’). ha ha. I love regular straight needle patterns (if I even follow one). I usually make up my own and run with it. Nowadays I knit for friends, or donate my creations to cat shelters.
Words…this should be obvious having written 12 books so far (plus 18 more with co-authors). I’ve been writing since I knew how and hope to never stop. Even if they never sell, even if they’re seen as goody-two-shoes or too ‘safe’ for the horrific world we live in, I don’t care. I love my boys, my style, and I will write purely for my love if nobody else’s.
This is more of a Monday morning brain dump, if not anything grander….but I wanted to share my loves with you, my followers, fans, and friends.
My precious little Cali lost the fight Tuesday morning after a long, touch-n-go weekend that included an ER vet and her regular vet. She had just turned 18.
End stage kidney disease, hyperthyroid (newly discovered) and high glucose was too much for this little angel. She weighed only 6 lbs as it was. When it was the end, she weighed 5.
This little darling meant the world to all of us (both my ex hubby and current) and myself. She was a very vocal, lively, moody, silly, adorable, beautiful girl and she will be missed beyond description.
If you have furbabies, let them know what they mean to you now, in this life. I am wracked with guilt over every time I got frustrated or missed a sign…but she is in the best place possible now and knows how much we loved her.
Rest in Peace, Cali! I await you over the Rainbow Bridge