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How Will You Be Remembered?

What will they say when you're gone? When your great-grandchildren see your name, will they have any idea what kind of person you were? What will they find out if/when they research you?

Will they be proud to be related to you? Will they be embarrassed if people found out?

Do you like who you've become? Do you like who people know?

It's can be a confusing distinction between worrying what others think of you and displaying who you want them to see. That's a hard line to draw . 

The difference lies in how you tell your story. 

I see my life as an adventure. I didn't always. I wanted someone to tell me I'm making the right decisions. That way I have someone to blame when things don't turn out. 

I've made mistakes in my life. I can blame them on someone else because they said it was a good idea. I can wait for someone else to fix a mistake we made together. I can blame myself for not having better judgment (trusting the wrong person) or I can take responsibility for my own life and clean up the mess before it gets worse. 

I moved across the country away from my family, my friends, my well as all my resources. 

I was following my (now ex-)husband who was following a couple of friends who recommended it after they moved down there. We figured we were a young couple just starting our life together. We were looking to plant some roots. 

We soon lost touch with those friends and never quite felt at home there and I wanted to come home. 

When I told my husband, he said he was working on it. He said we'll save up and get there one day, but i didn't see it getting getting any closer. We were paying bills, getting by, something always came up.  

My husband was an over the road truck driver at the time so he was often gone. One of the big reasons I wanted to come home. 

I was pregnant and taking care of our 2 year old with no one around to help with that. I had some acquaintances, but no real friends down there. What was I gonna do?

After I had the baby and now I was still living the same life as months before, only now with 2 kids instead of one. I decided something HAD to change. I can't keep living like this.

I thrive having people around me. I'm an extrovert by nature. That's how I get my energy........and I was starved.

I called my friend Patty back in Chicago and arranged to have somewhere to stay when we get back, until we can save and get a place of our own. So now, how are we going to get there?

I got a trailer hitch put on the back of my little Honda Accord. I put signs up in the whole apartment complex saying "Moving Sale". 

That Friday I opened my door that had a sign hanging from it that read "Anything  You See, Make Me an Offer". I wanted everyone in my home to help me reach my goal. 

I was on a mission! I was going home! 

That Monday, I took my 5 week-old son for his first appointment. I made sure I was cleared to drive with him. I was so proud to tell the doctor we were going home. 

Of course, my husband took credit for getting us home. He didn't understand what it meant to me. I still had plenty of stuff to clean up in my life, but I guess that was the start of my journey. It meant something to him to be the man. The provider. He was trying to support his family, but he wasn't looking at the big picture. 

He didn't notice that while he was focusing on the problem, I was looking for solution. 

We ended up staying with Patty and her family for over a year.

I tell this story because it's one of my favorites, as far as how I want to be remembered: as a woman who makes things happen! When she sets out on a mission, she'll stop at nothing to make it happen. 

Thank you for hearing my story. I look forward to getting to know your story too and I hope to be a part of yours one day. 



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