Happy Birthday

To everyone when the time is right!

I feel like every day is a birth-day of sorts – you wake-up and start anew, every day.

I received the news of a gift earlier this week and it was several months, perhaps years, in the making.

A writer is very particular to the desk they use, at least I am. I’ve learned to live if I must improvise at times. Seriously, have laptop, will write; have pencil and paper, will write. Nevertheless, I like my writing space.

And so, my daughter was looking at my desk oddly the other day, the one I have been using for nearly seven years. She said, ‘Mom, is your desk broken? There’s a crack in the pedestal.” I looked. It’s not just a little crack. I was thankful that the desk hadn’t collapsed. Later in the day I mopped and noticed yet another crack on the opposite side. Now that’s some powerful writing!

My best friend, mentor, business partner, and all-around great person, who is on the higher side of life, would have turned 75 yesterday and she is still leaving me gifts.

Backstory: Three to four months ago my friend’s husband asked me if I would like to have the desk that my friend and I wrote our book, Two Worlds, at and the soon-to-be published instructional book. I said to him that I already had a desk.

After the cracks were noticed, I instantly thought of that desk. I sent a text to my friend’s husband, also known as my brother, to ask if he still had it. I prayed. A couple of hours later he replied he did and that I was welcome to it.

On the way to his house, which was planned previously, I saw many signs that made me believe it would fit in my vehicle. First, I saw the number 33 (master teacher) on a license plate, and then moments later another plate with 333, which I later learned is about setting plans into action, optimism, intuition and creativity.

Once there, we decided to go to her gravesite. The 22 cents that I left behind on various visits was gone – 11 cents for intuition, 11 more cents for master builder. Thankfully, I had 33 cents to finish my tribute to her and self.

My new desk will be arriving this week. It did not fit in my 2-door Honda Civic. It was a longshot. I’m so excited! I know my new writing space will give me that little extra spark I need to finish my latest book.  

The funny thing is I never really liked my soon-to-be old desk. It grew on me, though. It assisted in writing hundreds of blogs and finishing off the instructional book in which I knew my writing partner was by my side while doing so.  

You know, it’s OK to let go of certain things, places and people, so that new energy is allowed to enter your life. Exciting times!   

Peace