Disclaimer....

It has been brought to my attention that my blog posts lately have been filled with "disclaimer" statements. I have been pondering why I have been doing that... Other people don't apologize for their thoughts/feelings yet I do on a regular basis. My response to things is often "I'm sorry" even if I don't really have anything to be sorry about. I think saying those two words has become too easy to say; saying "I apologize" is more difficult. This is something that I'm going to work on. I am also going to work on using these "disclaimer" statements when writing. This is supposed to be a platform for me to write about my journey and not make apologies/excuses for stumbles or pitfalls I may find along the way.

Today is the last day of my weeklong vacation and Mom went home early this morning. Needless to say, it's been kind of a long day so far today as well as pretty quiet in my little place. My dogs have been kind of moping around my apartment looking for Mom (and for cheese balls I think - - a treat from "Grandma"). They are probably going to pout more tomorrow since I have to go back to work. As always, all good things have to come to an end...

Mom and I had a weeklong visit and it was filled with all sorts of whirlwind adventures. =) We went on fabric shopping excursions (for costuming and for curtains Mom made for my place), we bought an unexpected (but absolutely stunning) belly dance costume for me, saw a belly dance show, went whale watching (and saw humpback whales!), spent an absolutely fabulous day wandering on the beach, and many more just fun opportunities. Granted, along with Mom's visit, I jokingly told her that she brought me the "plague" (some weird cough that she had caught from my sister) but we both felt fine other than the cough.

While Mom was here, my little apartment felt more like a "home" than it does when it's just the dogs and me. Now that there are curtains on the windows and touches of "me" here and there it does feel more like my place (even though I've lived here for just over two years) but would I call it "home"? Not necessarily. I guess I just have to keep making the best out of my place and keep adding my own personal touches to it how I can (since I can't paint or put any holes in the walls.... the Command hooks have become my decorating best friend).

After Mom's visit, it makes apparent to me the next things I need to work on along my quest. I need to start acknowledging my accomplishments (even the smallest ones) and stop saying "I'm sorry" for just being me. I know that I'm not perfect but I can work on the best "me" that I can be and not make disclaimers for myself. Here's to the next chapter of my quest... =)