Hmmmmm . . .

I read blogs by friends and loved ones and see how much music is an influence or a commentary on their lives. And I wonder when that stopped being true of me and my life.

And then I realized, the music pretty much went out of my life when I got married, and got consumed by my husband's life and family and concerns, and I lost myself along the way. I thought that was part of (finally) growing up and caring about things other than myself. And I worked SO HARD to be worthy of that new family.

Never questioning if they were worthy of me, just accepting that I had to live up to them.

Well, that was my mistake.

Time to cue up some Buffett and be me again. Feels good.

Incommunicado

Grenada Wildlife

My cell phone won't work there and I have no idea what the chances are I'll be able to hop online (since we don't have the latest gadgetry and I'm not sure if the hotel will have a public computer).

So even though I won't be facebooking or emailing or even texting until at least the 28th, please know I am thinking of you and wondering how you're doing (in between beaching, snorkeling, sight-seeing, touring that rum factory and hopefully not dodging any hurricanes ('tis the season, you know) . . . Oh! And I hope we see the monkeys again!

Stay safe!

By the way . . .

Never mind. I was going to rant, but luckily saw the futility in that.
I've given the frustration of you to God. Hopefully He'll see fit to make you easier to be with. If not, well, maybe that's a blessing in disguise for me. It only makes me stronger.
I trust you, God. It's in Your hands.