My vacation.

I wrote a particular dream down that I had a few weeks ago. The dream itself was pretty bad. In fact, I would just call it a nightmare, a bad one. It however left me thinking, and that normally is not a good thing. I will not share the dream with the world, but my thoughts about it I will.

The thing is I reminded myself about the good in my life. I walked away from a very good job on the first of this year. I refused to start another year without making some changes in my life. So, I did. I hated what I was, and where I was. Going through a divorce, never seeing my kids. Feeling like a slum lord. I was losing everything, and getting nothing in return. Some will say because I walked away, that I was running.

The thing was, I was running. I was running towards my target. I haven’t hit it yet, that may be years in the making. But for the first time in a long time I feel like I am making it.

This year is half over. So far, I have visited all of my siblings in their homes. I have hiked about 25 miles in the Columbia River. I made the drive from Carson to Cougar. I have attended a field trip with each of my kids. I am literally scratching the paint off on this. And that is so far amazing. I have lost weight, and feel better than I have felt in a long time.

I feel that I need to keep things like this on my mind. I am thankful to God, my friends, and my family.

I feel blessed, watched over. I am confident that I am going to be happy some day. Something that I will need to remember in the dark days to come.