This past January I lost my job…but I was not sad it happend. In the back of my mind I was ready for a change. I was unhappy and unhealthy…the worry and stress were making me physically and even, in some ways mentally/emotionally ill. But I was very scared. My home business was all I had. Roses Ridge Farm was and still is my labor of love but without the help of everyday angels, my friends and supporters, I’m not sure where I would be today. That saying “you know who your real friends are when times get tough” is so very true.
A few weeks ago I had a party celebrating Roses Ridge, our 10 year wedding anniversary, and all that happiness. I was fearful no one would come as 3 years ago that is exactly what happened…but I realized 3 years ago I invited the wrong people. 🙂 My friends are the ones that understand me…or at least try to. They don’t judge me for the hay trailed onto my dining room floor, my lack of being materialistic (I don’t care how big your TV is or your brand of clothing/cars/ jewelry, etc…I might admire but I would rather have experiences), or how crazy I am that I hold onto my dreams with every fiber of my being…even if that means I’m not sure where I will be next month. Sure its nice to want things or go places and it does sometimes suck when you can’t. But I have found the value in family and friends, health, food on the table, electricity, plumbing, and a roof over our heads…most of the world is lacking in those and I am thankful that I have all of that….that makes me wealthy.
Recently I have been receiving thank yous from various people I met years and years ago (high school & college days), thanking me for my encouragement and just for “being me” and I am humbled. To think I have made an impact in others lives, for the better….well I can’t think of anything that could top that and makes me weep with happiness. Seriously. So amazing.
And so I write this blog post to thank all my ‘daily angels’; friends that over the past months and those that have stuck around for years, that have been my supporters and cheerleaders, shoulders to cry on, generous hearts bringing a helping hand, companionship, food & drink, and a relief from our worries. Some of you have come and gone (as is life) and some are here and ( I hope!) to stay. From the bottom of my heart, thank you all. I can only hope I continue to touch the lives of others as you have so dearly touched mine.
