Welcome to my World! I love to absorb my surroundings and people watch. I am fascinated by and embrace all walks of individuals. We all vary in our idiosyncratic ways yet are ultimately the same, striving to forge our way through this journey we call life, in the hopes that we might each self-actualize along the way.
Allow me to introduce myself. I am a writer, competitive long-distance runner, mother of four. I love challenging myself in all endeavors I engage in. I write novels. I run 100-120 miles per month and participate in races, half-marathons, full marathons and obstacle courses across the United States. have four children: a 25-year-old son, a 23-year-old daughter, a 21-year-old daughter and a 16-year-old son who is in high school.
I love to explore my surroundings and can often be found venturing out on lengthy treks of up to twenty-nine miles to traverse: mountains, streams, waterfalls, deserts, canyons, beaches and anywhere else that I can connect with nature to feel her pulse and be fed by her wisdom. Even the streets of the metropolis cities hold wonder for me, with their unique flow and energy.
I hope that you enjoy browsing through my web site for a glimpse into my world of never-ending adventures, perils and awakenings.
Cindy
I wonder what it is about a bright sunny day that makes me soooo happy.I’ve always been this way.Not that I don’t enjoy a cold rainy day.I do, so long as I’m curled up all warm and toasty inside and don’t have to go out in it.But sunny days…man, those make my heart sing!
I honestly think I could live where it was sunny every single day of the year and be quite content.Wouldn’t need a rainy day here or there to let me appreciate how good things were.I’d be able to discern that from gazing up at the sky, picking out cloud formations and registering all the various hues of blues that meld perfectly to create that “perfect” sky.
For me, a day of sunshine is like a reenergizing blast that allows me to carry on.Ironically, it’s exactly the opposite for some, well, three of my four, kids who much prefer grey skies to crystal blue ones.
No deep meaning to today’s blog.Just thought I’d toss out what was on my mind and express how grateful I am to be celebrating such a grand day full of sunshine!
Well, I did it—put in my time serving as a juror.Had to report to court at 7:45 this morning.After an hour of just sitting there in the staging room, a woman came and gave us an orientation about being jurors.Than a judge, who thought he was a stand-up comic, and was quite entertaining, came and spoke to us.After that, we sat. And sat.And sat some more.
Time seemed to crawl, and then 11:30 AM arrived.That same woman came back and called off about thirty names of individuals who were to then report to an actual courtroom.Mine wasn’t amongst them.Then the nice lady told us remaining individuals that we could leave for lunch early but to be back at 1:30 PM.
Having been taunted all morning by a Starbucks that was just across the street but too far to get to and back from during the two breaks they gave us earlier, I bolted for my java haven and had a sandwich there while sitting outside—needed to be outside by then. I really don’t do well cooped up in a building all day.
Killed the rest of my time walking the area and poking my head in and out of a few antique stores that I haven’t been in for years.Then it was time to return to court.
I got back and had a chance to get settled prior to that same nice lady who then called roll.Hearing my name, I announced that I was there.Others weren’t so lucky, having taken a longer lunch than they should have.For them, the process of serving will begin anew, as they were assigned new dates when they did finally opt to return to the courthouse.
So there I sat, happy I’d made it back, but bored to tears, despite having a book to read and my smart phone to work on.Another hour passed.It’s amazing how tiring doing relatively nothing can be.Then a different woman came to the microphone and announced that we were not going to be needed after all.The time was 2:30 PM.
But…we were still not free to go.Had to wait for official word from the court that we could be released, our time as jurors having been officially served.About a half an hour later, the woman got words and had us line up single-file to turn in our juror badges in return for a completion of jury duty certificate.
I suppose I should have felt a sense of accomplishment, having just been handed a certificate, but what I felt was really…nothing, except I was delighted to be leaving, knowing that I was off the hook for jury duty for another twelve whole glorious months.
There are times in life, many, in fact, where our patience is tested.This week, for example, I’ve had to call in each night to see if I have to report to the court the following morning for jury duty.Not knowing if or when I’d have to go in, I did my best to clear my slate of obligations for the week, getting done all that I could each day when I’d learn that I wouldn’t have to go in the next.
But, my luck ran out, and I now have to report to the court early tomorrow morning.I won’t bother to go into the semantics of how jury service can turn a juror’s life upside down.Most of us have been there and can understand.But what I don’t appreciate is that now, having made this week clear so I could serve but then not having to go in until tomorrow, the judge will more than likely order all of us to return again the following week.
More and more, this is a pattern I’ve heard of. So really, instead of jurors having to prepare for serving for one week, it’s more likely to be two.But then, one just never knows. They could be called in the very first day.
It’s not that I don’t believe in the legal system.I do.I also find the whole process, counter to my own life, an intriguing one—a rare glimpse into what actually goes on inside a courtroom, not what television and the movies would have us believe.So, does this mean I’ll report for duty tomorrow with a sour attitude?One that’s dripping resentment?Absolutely not.
In my way of thinking, every delay is there for a reason, which may not be clear, nor need it be, at the time.And that’s fine.This, as with many other situations, is not one where I can force my will to have things go my way, nor am I inclined to, for I believe this—my now having to report for what may be a longer time than I had been led to believe—is all part of a bigger picture.
Really, from here on out, going with the flow becomes rather effortless, leastwise for me.For I know that although, yes, this added time will create more challenges with my busy schedule, I’ll grow from the process, if I allow myself to.But if I report to the court tomorrow with a nasty attitude and a begrudging demeanor, then I’ll get in the way of what might need to be revealed to me so I can grow.
So, I’ll get as much done tonight as possible, pull an extra long night tomorrow and know that somehow things will all work out.
Okay, this is for all of you who have suffered through my sharing the meaningful and sometimes profound sayings I find written on the slips of paper in my fortune cookies.Though my fortunes are most often ones I enjoy, I know that many have commented that the ones they get are complete flops.Well, today’s a grand day, for I have now joined the ranks of those who eagerly crack open their fortune cookies only to be disappointed by the gibberish written on the little slip of paper within.
So, what did my fortune have to say?Well, after reading it three times and then handing it to my son to decipher, I still have absolutely no idea.As such, both my son and I have come to the conclusion that it’s got to be the worst “fortune”—ever! But that’s only our humble opinion.I’ll share what it said and let you be the judges.Here’s what I got:
It’s nice to be remembered, but it’s far cheaper to be forgotten.
What?!That doesn’t even make sense, at least not to my son or me.So I’ll leave it in your capable hands to determine the meaning, it there is any, to this “fortune” and if not, does it qualify for the worst fortune ever award.
