When to Speak & When to Keep it Moving

One thing for sure two things for certain, I can flick my amnesia switch on at a drop of a dime. It's probably the reason why I also have such a disconnect with friends and sadly family too.  Its really selfish if you really think about it. I don't call friends and check in, I don't attend events and I rather just be in my own little nest of comfort. It would probably be a good idea to reevaluate my personal relationships. They all really mean a lot to me but I don't feel as though they know that. Time for change! Back to the amnesia switch...

There was this one time when I was shopping in the mall with the switch in the ON position. When I walked up to the counter to pay for my items the cashier smiled and greeted me. She looked at me and then asked "didn't we go to school together?" I cheerfully answered "NO." I knew the young lady we actually attended elementary and high school together, but I wasn't going to tell her that. 

Now that I think back to my answer it was kinda rude. I should have at least asked the young lady what school. Then maybe toyed around with in my mind and then said no.  In my mind it didn't matter what school it was because I wasn't about to go down memory lane to who, what, when, where, why and how we knew or didn't know each other.  

So again this past weekend I was faced with a more personal amnesia. As I crossed the street with my son and best friend to enter a restaurant my hawk, 20/20 vision eyes spotted an ex from wayyyyyyy back in the day. I don't think this was the first time we had run into each other but it was definitely going to leave him thinking did she really not remember me? I walked right pass him and his family not interrupting a second of conversation I was having with the bestie. She had to ask me if I saw him. Of course I saw him he's over 6 ft. and wearing mommy jeans, how could I miss that. Ok that was wrong but true too. It was even more funny when she asked me if I heard him whisper "hi Terri" to me. That part didn't matter because I still wouldn't have spoke to him. Poor guy!

 I was left wondering though: When you run into someone from your past is it always appropriate to speak to them? Or should just not even acknowledge them? Tell me what you would do.

When life gives me Milk... I spill it!

A week ago my world as it was changed. I fell like I was released from a mental prison. As my day started as I wish everyday did, I woke up late. Rocky woke up shortly after and was ready for the day. "Mommy this... and Mommy that." Oh the sweet sounds of that kids voice is music to my ears. Looking back over the past week I know it could have been much different. I spent the morning planning and interviewing making a better way out of the current situation. Luckily for me the day was filled with more Success than Disappointment.

As the day progressed I was challenged with the task of caring for my son all by myself. Not a big deal because that's what Mom's do. It wasn't until I spilled an entire Sippy Cup of strawberry flavored milk did I have to hold back the "woe is me tears."

That's right! I was going to Cry Over Spilled Milk.

As I stood and looked over the mess I had made, it reminded me of the mess in my life. I cant be as bad as this spilled milk. Am I only a spill that can be wiped away?

No I am more than that! I am a WOMAN! I'm a strong woman...