{"id":1970,"date":"2009-12-13T21:35:40","date_gmt":"2009-12-14T04:35:40","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=1970"},"modified":"2009-12-13T21:41:52","modified_gmt":"2009-12-14T04:41:52","slug":"my-so-called-life","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/randomandodd.com\/?p=1970","title":{"rendered":"MY So-Called Life&#8230;"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m ending this year of my blog with a lot of things I have learned.<br \/>\nThis is something that I have heard a million times in many ways, shapes and forms.<br \/>\n&#8220;Life is short.&#8221; &#8220;You only get one life.&#8221; &#8220;Tomorrow is never promised.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Today I was in the kitchen all of the day. I made shredded pork enchiladas. The shredded pork was from <a href=\"http:\/\/regisandkelly.go.com\/recipe-finder.html?recipeID=8329\" target=\"_blank\"><strong>dinner<\/strong><\/a> the night before.\u00a0 After I was finished I made chocolate chip cookies, mini cupcakes and a cheesecake.\u00a0 Each new creation made me smile more than the last.\u00a0\u00a0 At some point in my Betty Crocker frenzy I spilled flour all down the front of me and the counter. I grabbed a sponge and began cleaning up the cupboards.\u00a0 Then it hit me&#8230;<br \/>\nThis was my life today. Mine.\u00a0 The fire was burning in the living room. The Christmas lights were on&#8230;and this was my life.<\/p>\n<p>When Dan and I split up I remember thinking, &#8220;the best years of my life are over.&#8221;<br \/>\nWhen Shaun left, I thought, &#8220;I just wasted 8 years of my life.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Somewhere in the middle of this year I realized that the best years of my life haven&#8217;t even happened yet.\u00a0 The eight years of my life were not wasted. I lived those years.\u00a0\u00a0 I laughed. I created. I loved. I received love. I made mistakes. I might right choices. I made friends. I lost friends. I learned. I forgot. I relearned. I watched my daughters grow. I got the love of two of the most amazing step-children. I was a step-step grandma for a short time. I was angry. I was frustrated. I was scared. I fought. I cried. I lived.<\/p>\n<p>There is a new path in front of me. Every single day is different from the last day. I&#8217;m 37 years old. Next year I will be 38. I will never be 37 again&#8230;that year is behind me. I can&#8217;t go back and change it.\u00a0 So today while frosting cupcakes, listening to football in the living room and staring off into space I started thinking.\u00a0 Tomorrow isn&#8217;t promised. I may not make it to my destination, be that work or home.\u00a0 I promised myself to not think about the things I can&#8217;t control.\u00a0 I promised myself to not care that I am not everything\u00a0 I had hoped to be today.<br \/>\nToday I am just a 37 year old woman in my kitchen making a bomb ass cheese cake. Later in the day I am going to be that same woman on my couch in front of my fire laughing about something stupid I just read. If I am lucky, tomorrow I will be that same woman trying to figure out what new thing I can create, with my children frosting the left over cupcakes listening to overplayed music on Kara&#8217;s favorite station.<\/p>\n<p>2010 isn&#8217;t promised to be any better than 2009 was.\u00a0 Many things will change in my life. I will jump out of plane many times. I will spend my spare weekends at a drop zone. I will travel to new places. I will learn how to co-exist with someone new in my life. I will try not to kill this person with my endless questions or frustrate this person with my endless need to do something new or exciting (or as he calls it, &#8216;dangerous&#8217;).\u00a0 I will bring the girls to many new places like my dad for me. I will be a mother like mine was.\u00a0 I will be a better sister.\u00a0 I will be a better sister-in-law. I will visit my dad more. I will cuddle with my mom more. I will remember to call my sister back.\u00a0 I will make sure that my daughters know that there is NO ONE in this world more important than their family.<\/p>\n<p>I will not trust my instincts. I will call my sister and just ask her what to do. I will love again. I will let others love me&#8230;even though I think it&#8217;s a stupid mistake and they are totally retarded for doing so.\u00a0 I won&#8217;t get frustrated with them when they get frustrated with me for saying that.<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ve said it before, I will keep saying it. This is MY LIFE.\u00a0 I will make the choices that make me happy. When I am happy, those that truly love me, are happy too.<\/p>\n<p>I will jump out of planes. I will love who I want. I will keep my children close and let them know that I love them more than anything. I will ski down a hill. I will continue to laugh. I will continue to make mistakes. I will continue to learn from them.<\/p>\n<p>So tonight, I sit on the couch and share left over enchiladas, try to convince a non-believer the awesomeness of Chuck and enjoy the life that is mine&#8230;and not worry about the life that is yours.\u00a0 That life is yours to live. You get to choose to do the things that make you happy&#8230;or unhappy.<\/p>\n<p>Goodbye 2009,<br \/>\nKristine<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I&#8217;m ending this year of my blog with a lot of things I have learned. This is something that I have heard a million times in many ways, shapes and forms. &#8220;Life is short.&#8221; &#8220;You only get one life.&#8221; &#8220;Tomorrow is never promised.&#8221; Today I was in the kitchen all of the day. 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