Allow Me To Re-Introduce Myself

Yes, it’s me…again. Every time I purchase yet another blog account and even make a few entries life sidetracks me, and I stop and/or I let the account lapse. So that that one singular, supportive follower I acquired along the way is left thinking wtf? Seriously, I’m not kidding. Like every time. In fact, 2024 has got to be one of the busiest years yet! The bratty side of me wants to whine and complain about it keeping me from finishing my years-in-the-making, OPUS, and establishing the brand I curated in my mind for forever. But you know what? Instead, I’ve been bucking on this wild stallion that is called life–the good, the bad and the pretty. Because we don’t do ugly in this season of our lives. How many people have no family or haven’t made connections with other people and they are lonesome? Meanwhile, my cup has been so abundantly filled with blessings upon blessings. What is there really to complain about?

Graduations, job promotions, weddings, oh my.

So, sorry not sorry. The beauty of it all is I have even more to write about. I have even more of an idea of what I want to represent in this public space. I am a mom of 3 beautiful and talented kids who are grown af. As my role as caregiver in their lives is changing, my newer role as a caregiver to my mom has evolved as her years climb up the golden ladder. And I am it. By virtue of my never ending quest to reach the top of Maslow’s pyramid, I hopscotched up its rungs these last 3 decades with a steadfast integrity that harks the utmost rewarding of journeys.

Sometimes the elevated vibration I am on makes me feel like the cat who ate the canary. I want to hoard it away in my dank, cave and marvel over my precious ever so shiny in my gnarled palm. Yet, I cannot. I didn’t read all of those books by thought leaders, emerge on the other side of years of intense therapy and endure my life experiences to keep it to myself. Sure, there are tons of people like you and me who have been through stuff, but they aren’t you and me. We all have stories that can resonate with someone when we share through our lens. My hope is that some, if not all, I hav been through enlightens someone else’s path.

And hey, if not? My grandkid’s grandkids will have web pages of scribble scrabble immortalizing their great grandmother. Either way, a win is a win! Hope you hang around -Dr. T