This post is going to blow your mind because I'm going to go against a very well known thought regarding forgiveness. How many of you have heard the phrase, forgive, forget and move on? I'm sure at some point we've all heard that if you forgive it means you have strength, if you don't forgive it means you are weak. Or maybe you heard that forgiveness will allow you to free yourself, or there is no peace without forgiveness? Here's the thing, you don't have to forgive to achieve any of that. 

Locked my keys in the car. I didn't panic, I kept calm and dealt with it. You know what else was locked in there with my keys? My purse which contained my phone and my extra set of keys. I still didn't panic. I cursed the function of the car that automatically locks after a certain time once all doors are shut but I calmly walked inside, grabbed my moms CAA card and used their phone. 

It is believed that to see a fox is a symbol of luck. While pregnant with Bee I remember sitting at Ty and Jacob's graves, as I often did in those days, and a fox walked right in front of me. I was caught off guard as foxes in the middle of the day typically mean the fox isn't all that healthy, nonetheless, when I got home I researched what it meant to see a fox. Research led me to the answer of "to see a fox is a symbol of good luck." At the time I prayed it meant the baby I was carrying would live and not be buried beside her brothers. 

There is something peaceful and renewing about mornings. It feels like a fresh start and the best thing is, that feeling of a fresh start happens every day! I may wake up tired and groggy some mornings but once I meander out to my dining room/sewing room/computer room (perks of small house living) to sit and enjoy the beauty of outside, my soul feels renewed. It feels like it can tackle anything today.....until life happens. 

Ever have a day when you feel down and out? Where you feel the heaviness of life, re-experience all your trauma? When getting out of bed seems like an insurmountable task? When sitting on the couch all day and eating ice cream seems like the only palatable option? Ever have a week when you feel this way? What do you do? How do you cope? 

Rediscovering love and passion is one area I am focusing on. I'm not talking about relationship love, other than relationship with self. I'm talking about rediscovering your love or my love for life and things in life. Through all my trauma I feel I have lost who I was, I was per say, a lost soul. I misplaced things I was passion about and enjoyed doing. I do understand over time these things could naturally change, however, I feel most people have passions or interests that last many years. 

It has been a dream of mine for years to foster cats. In all honesty, I want to foster dogs and kids as well but figured I'd start with cats. It has been a passion of mine, I deeply love animals and want to care for and love as many as I possibly can. I decided now was the perfect time to give it a try. Why not throw fostering cats into the crazy mix of life that it currently is? 

The time has come. My journey has taken a new turn and with it, I feel this blog should come along for the ride. I've missed writing and sharing my story. I've missed encouraging others through their challenges. I've missed sharing photos of my lemon cats and now our foster cats (see lots has changed) and I want to jump back in.