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.

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 …

Pivot

One of my favorite Friends episodes is the one where Ross buys a couch and refuses to pay the delivery fee. He, Chandler and Rachel are tasked with getting the couch home and up the stairs to his apartment. Not a simple task for sure. The couch is clearly too large to make the turn …

My brother’s keeper…

I woke this morning having the urge to write, but not having much to say. That has been happening more often lately. I'm sure it's just because my routine is tight and mostly the same day-to-day in the current state of affairs. Yesterday had some interesting turns. For months we have been trying to hire …