life is good if we live it with possibility

2010-always so exciting the start of a new year. So many possibilities...do we enter it with a plan or do we just drift through it hoping it turns out well. Or perhaps you don't give any thought to it at all? For me just like my birthday it becomes a spiritual day. I am not really concerned with the numbers thank goodness for me, I generally seriously cannot remember how old I am. I have decided to remain 34. I feel it, like the number and so there I will stay til I really have to move on. On the day of new years eve I like to go for a walk alone along the beach to end out my thoughts of one year and welcome in the goals, dreams and plans of the next. Sometimes I can fix something that I wish were different, sometimes the best path for me which is not my natural way of being is just to let things flow for a bit more. I do the same thing on my birthday. On both occasions I take out my journal for this is the time of serious life thoughts and there is nothing like putting thoughts to paper. They become so much clearer somehow. I have done all of the above.

My chicago boy is back at school, where I worry that he might freeze to death. I worry about other things too this is just the top of the list today. My oldest Scott is back from Spain and I now feel like Orlando is in my backyard. Everything is relative of course. He is moving into a new apartment, I must have polled everyone in my life... should I go to Orlando with him and his apartment mate or let them do it on his/their own. I don't know what got into me it was as if the test of motherhood was on the line. Interesting though is that the poll survey came down by gender line. All my male friends, including family, thought I was micro managing and told me to get a grip. My female friends all thought it was probably a good idea to make up the beds and set up the kitchen. I truly couldn't read what my son wanted me to do. For a couple of days there I wasn't sure where I was going when. Common wisdom came with Scott's roomate Michael. I of course polled him as soon as he drove in . His response? Mrs. Simon I am sure Scott and I can figure things out and if we can't we will find a way to. I think the last thing he wanted was a mom hanging out. Did I feel obsolete? No I was relieved my son and his roomate seemed so together. They are off on their own adventure...life is sweet and they can live on pizza for a couple of days...

Mark and Kevin are great, kev's broken thumb must just have been sprained (ski accident) Mark is waiting for his license next month I can't imagine- watch out Miami...(just kidding Mark... I think) The lovely Miss Bear has stitches from a cross country ski accident but is mending beautifully. Word seems to be out that one of my boys stabbed the other over the stealing of french fries. The stabber's identity shall remain private; til I write my book on raising 4 sons. He does seem quite embarassed. No stitches were needed on that injury. (maybe I should make them french fries once in a while so they don't kill each other over them. My husband? dreading turning older on a round birthday next month. I keep telling him he is better than ever. My kids think he has grown so much more immature the last 2 years-at times more like a kid than they are. He too is learning to let go enjoy the journey, reflect along the way. My in the guy box is growing loose and I love it. I should of course add in this newsletter, my adorable parents are still the same adorable people and have become my biggest fans. My mother says she takes her mindful nutrients at her bridge game so her friends see her and ask what she is taking. She is a great business promoter. My father is definitely Mindful's most strong advocate isn't it incredible when you get blessed with a father that thinks you are the most perfect creation walking the earth? I only hope I have given my kids half the confidence he has given me. Goodbye for tonight my friends. Thanks for letting me ramble. xo ginny

Mindful Organics my new baby still taking baby steps. Goals and dreams are in place bring on 2010. May it be filled with grace, dreams and goals. xoginny