*Fall, 2009, Our Beloved Grayton Beach. Copyright: M. Dee Hamilton
One week after I moved into our new home, I turned half a century. At this point I'm maybe shin deep in boxes, but the Big Day--I was still over at the Old House culling out 16 years worth of life with a bandage (not a banjo) on my knee. (Torn cartilage--which my chiropractor helped fix beautifully.)
At one point, for this post, I thought I'd make a list of 50 things I've learned. This was a pre-move ingenius idea. I got so far as (ironically):
"Less is More."
I have these three to add that have been my mantras during what I'm labeling "My Summer of Change," (turning 50, moving, getting married):
"No one is going to die!" (If we don't get it all done yesterday.)
"Keep it Simple!" (Referring to our in-home wedding in a month.)
"Good Enough is the New Perfect." (Self explanatory and my clever-original-fave.)
On top of all this change, as written here--my baby turned 16 just three days after my monumental birthday....
And, if you've been following www.LeisaHammett.com long enough, you know I refuse to embrace ageism. I totally embrace and celebrate my age. My birthday was June 10, but I'm still celebrating....Here's to the Grand Gift of Life. Join me, will you? Now, back to moving....(As you may have noticed, I didn't get around to posting last week. First time in 1.5 years since launching here. But..."no one's going to die....")
*Three beautiful heart-ed friends--not including my amazing older sister who sacrificed a week here--spent four days volunteering to help me pack up the Old House. One of them gave me the added gift of verbally appointing me a Baby Crone. I am honored to have arrived.