Just Get Me To The Weekend Please....

I'm officially riding the current now. The wind has left my sails.

Although it was great to see family at my uncle's funeral service, I know it was a very difficult day for many of them, saying goodbye.

I'm thinking about writing my own obituary. My uncle's pastor was newer to their church and although she did her best, listening to her I realized I want to write my own obituary so it includes more of a goodbye message to my loved ones. My obituary is also my last chance for ME to say who I was in this world, not necessary what others may have thought of me.

Of course now I'm thinking, why does my obituary have to be my defining moment? Shouldn't I be living my life right now in a way that everyone can see who I am and what they mean to me?

I'm coming away from my uncle's funeral realizing if I haven't already shared my love, my beliefs, my passions, my talents and laughter with the world before I leave, then I haven't really lived. If I can't leave my loved ones with an abundance of happy memories, no obituary, no funeral service, will ease their loss and help them remember who I really was.

I hope in the days to come, I can find my groove and get back to living my life with a celebratory spirit. Right now I do know its my husband and my children that create that spark in me when I'm feeling fizzled out. They are the inspiration that fuels my dreams. If I can make it to the weekend, spending time with them will recharge me.