Thursday, April 15, 2010

Eagles don't flock

Yesterday was amazing. I saw an eagle that was soring over 405. I was amazed at his beauty. The sight of an eagle so close to home made me think. Why do people say that birds of a feather flock together? What birds are they talking about? Why is that a saying that parents use still today. My ahh haa moment...

I am an eagle!!!

I believe that I am truly like this bird of prey. I have many friends but none that I "flock" with. I go throughout my day meeting and greeting many faces but return to continue my solo journey. Many ask me how do you handle so much and yet wake up every morning with a smile. Easy, I don't flock. Sure, I have a group of gals that meet up at the Y, but just like the teller in the bank, no deep flocking happens. I think that in order to focus on what needs to be done you just soar. I think that being preyful of my situation and taking charge, I have managed to control as much chaos as possible.

With that being said each day bring new challenges. I managed to get my workout on last night from 8-9:30. After that I went to hang with my mom in the hospital. I stayed till midnight. Back up at 6:30 this morning to face another day. I rather enjoy my moments to ponder as I drive from place to place. It gets me in touch with my inner self and gives me prayer closet time with God.

2 comments:

  1. You are not the only one who soars on her own. I have friends that I meet up with here and there for a chat, but I certainly am not part of a flock. I think that when God gives us a full plate we have to soar in order to survive. If we flock with others we notice that our own lives suffer. (ie our health, our children, our houses)
    :)

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  2. I totally agree with you both! I barely have time to take a shower, eat, work, make sure twins, husband and grandma have everything they need. also take zach to his apointments. now his sister kylie has pdd-nos and dislesia and has regressed to drawing stick people again. now i have to get her more help. the roller coster keeps changing and i hold on and keep going!!!
    sorry about e, and your mom!


    Love you,

    erika

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