The end of the year is just around the corner.
Before I blink we will be entering 2015 and I will add another year to my life.
The end of the year is always a big deal to me, as I look back, while also looking forward.
This past year was just weird. The wonderful blessings of my three grandsons, and the constant sunshine brought to me by my youngest, kept the whole year moving forward. The joy from these four little guys is just priceless. Joshua wanting to come to "Grandmommy's house" and Benjamin telling me, "it is okay that we are lost, we hadn't seen this part of the city" just kept me peddling forward.
Peddling is where I finish up this year. I have to say...............I am peddling hard and going no where. I entered the year peddling up a very big mountain. There wasn't time to realize how high, nor time to even think about direction, just put your head down against the wind and peddle.
I felt I was making head way. The first six months of the year brought countless job opportunities. I could see the light at the end of the financial tunnel. I was also enjoying the weight I had lost and looked forward to losing more pounds. I was enjoying the peddling up the hill, because after you arrive at the top then you get to COAST DOWN the other side!! (yes I realize the means you are at the bottom again, but at least you got to see the view)
Summer came and I started to peddle harder. The type of peddling you do on a 10 speed bike, where you peddle and peddle and it spins and you go NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO WHEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE, I justified this going "no where" time, yet continued to peddle, as a season of summer time for refreshing.
I anticipated Fall peddling to help me gain more ground up the hill. I anticipated that the trail up the hill would give me clear vision for the future. I started to figure out ways to grow my business and invested in different areas to help get my name out.
Well you know what? I am not in control. Instead of making more advancement up the hill, for clearer vision and job growth, I did just the opposite. The ground I had conquered started to erode beneath my wheels as I started to slide back down the hill..............BACKWARDS!!! Backwards means you can't see what is happening nor are you able to prepare for the bumps.
The holiday seasons brought a pile of rocks in my path. Those that season bike riders (who are facing forward) don't hesitate to ride over, well they discombobulated me. In a sense, the more I tried to organize and schedule and plan and smooth the path, the more rocks were unearthed. This makes for a very bumpy ride.
Burned bread pudding at Thanksgiving Lunch
Pictures that were meant to be enlarged showing our whole family...shadows brought on by the sun couldn't be edited out and who knows when I will get all of us together again for remakes
Grandson's Christmas day with Grandmommy and Ben - sickness hit
Budget planned......budget killed
All that peddling didn't help me lose weight.............. I GAINED WEIGHT!!!! making all my winter clothes cry out - WE SURRENDER!!
So what does a peddling girl do when she sees she is at the bottom of the hill again? She can jump off the bike, throw it to the ground and run away on foot (which I did think about doing) or she can dust of the dirt, air her tires back up and mount the bike again.
I am mounting again. I don't know the terrain for this coming year....and to be honest, I am not even trying to guess. I am lifting my eyes to the mountain, in which my help comes from, the ruler of both heaven and earth.
Happy New Years to all. May we all have a good bike ride in 2015!
