MAKING LEMONADE

When I am an old lady and look back on my life, December 2nd 2008 will be one of the most pivotal days of my life. Bigger than when I turned 16, 21, graduated college, and possibly bigger than the day I found out I was pregnant. I’m not at liberty to reveal why this day was such a dramatic one, but promise to give details later. Let it be said that I was handed a box full of lemons, and since that moment I’ve been paralyzed, staring at this box trying to decide what to do with it.

As with anything in life, when you come to a fork in the road you must choose:  direction A, direction B, or to plot your own direction.  I’ve always been drawn to trailblazers and pioneers, those people who dared to be different, who ignored all the naysayers and critics and did what they wanted to do because it inspired them and made them tick.  The problem is, I’ve never acted on it.  I’ve been standing at the edge, waiting for the right time to jump.

Now that I’m being pushed off the cliff and have this box of lemons, I’m really trying to be smart about my lemonade recipe.  Sweet (but not too sweet), cool and refreshing - just like me.  Something to quench my thirst and keep me going.

I’ll keep you posted on my journey, and will be able to share more details in 2009.  Until then, I’ll be seeing my therapist, writing in my journal, and traveling to Brazil to see my in-laws.

Have a Happy Holiday and New Year, and here’s to cliff diving in 2009!