The final straw…

So, there could have been a lot of things that spurred a change in my behaviors. My father had serious heart problems, a massive heart attack at 54 (quadruple bypass and a valve replacement) and passed away at 63. That could do it. But it doesn't. My brother recently suffered a mild heart-attack at 57. He lives near me. I see the changes he's making. Maybe it should be that. All these wake up calls. But it wasn't. It was something much simpler, much more vane. A tennis bracelet. My wrist is so thick, I cannot wear my tennis bracelet. I can't wear any bracelets.

Even if…

Yesterday was the two-year anniversary of my breast cancer surgery. Absolutely something to celebrate. Only, Wednesday morning I found a bump, a small lump, under my right arm pit. Ordinarily I would have dismissed it and chalked it up to an ingrown hair, a sweat gland being backed up from all the working out I've …

A million words…

This was me last night. Emptying out. Like the valve on my brain and mouth were pried open and I couldn't stop the words from flowing out. We had a leadership meeting at church last night for our ladies' groups. There were maybe eight of us in that room as not everyone was able to …

Wrestling…

It's been a while since I've written. In the time since I last touched these keys to blog the world seems to have become a very different place than it was just months ago. First Covid, then the great racial awakening and so many things, struggles and discoveries in between. Towards the end of February, …

Lost in learning…

Though I have come to enjoy some of the slower pace that this time in lock down has provided, my brain has certainly had its challenges. I am not one for Netflix and binging a series over the course of a few days, or weeks, even. This is where the nerd in me shines. I …

Hard questions…

Most often, when I blog here on Shrinking Shay, I forget others read my musings. This is a journal more or less, one that I keep not only for posterity, to memorialize moments in my life, but one I use to sort out my thoughts and feelings. I generally write out what's on my heart …