4th Quarter Katie

Change is a funny thing.  (I am not talking about money, but since I brought it up I will go ahead and declare that pennies are useless.)  Sometimes change is welcomed and even initiated, other times it is fought stubbornly.  And even more ironic, is that welcomed change for one is often stubbornly fought by another.  For those of you who know us well, the Kentucky Garrity-clan has recently experienced this kind of change; and uniquely so between the twinkies of the clan.  One week ago tomorrow, Beth and Stephen shut the door to their moving truck and also to their residency in Kentucky.  Northward to the land of Uff-da’s, don’tcha knows, and 7 month winters – Minnesota.  We’ve all known for sometime that this move was imminent – Beth welcoming this new adventure, Katie loathing the distance that was about to be put between her and her 2.  Each morning as we set out for our daily run, I would crawl inside myself dreading the descriptions of progress, and the excitement I would have to show, but wouldn’t feel; and each morning, Beth would bound down the sidewalk with new information, ideas, and anticipation building.  This carried on for months, slowly rubbing my emotional nerves raw as my ability to be her sounding board increasingly broke apart.  The bottom dropped out one week prior to her move.  Fighting this change emotionally while knowing that acceptance was mandatory, had turned me into a stubborn, childish, wreck.  And apparently Beth’s outward excitement and welcoming of this big change, held its own contingencies.  She was struggling to accept certain aspects of it as well.  Our raw emotions came spewing out in a fit of yelling, crying and immature behavior.  At that moment we both came to the sinking realization that our biggest ally in dealing with this situation, was also our circumstantial foe.

Time and the counsel of a few good people healed the wounds enough to allow our twinship to come in and do the rest of the work.  Beth and I spent our last night together, laughing, crying, reminiscing, and just being.  That night, we both allowed ourselves to accept both the positive and the negative aspects of the change.

I thought I would be a blubbering mess in the days that followed her move.  Turns out, I’m okay.  And she is too.  We miss each other and it does hurt, but the pain doesn’t last and life goes on.  It seems to me that change often gets a bad rep and is something that should be celebrated more often.  So with the remainder of today’s blog, I am going to celebrate the recent changes in my life…

- My toenail polish.  It was chipped and I was resistant (aka – lazy), but I did it!  And my toes have been dancing in my shoes for the past few days!

- The scent in my Scentsy warmer.  It smells like a French Kiss all over my house – halitosis not included.

- The clock back.  Hey that was celebration in and of itself.  But to adequately take advantage of the extra hour, I did absolutely nothing.  It was awesome!

- The CD in my car.  Some of you may know that I am highly inclined to listen to a CD over and over and over and ov… (okay, you get it), especially if it is a mixed CD.  (Who doesn’t love a good mixed CD?)  Yesterday evening, I made a new one and have throughly enjoyed it while driving around today.

- My every-other-Tuesday lunch routine.  From now on, every other Tuesday, instead of going for a run, which I can do in the morning or evening, I am going to have lunch with Reddenator-gator.  It is the most gratifying experience ever.  He is especially cuddly and attentive during this half hour and I learn all kinds of new stuff.  Like today, I learned a new game called, ‘Grill, Gut, or Groin’.  

Who wants to play?