that it’s New Year’s Eve (almost a whole year after 2005 finished), I’ve decided that it’s now or never for this one. I can’t locate the list I wrote out earlier this year, so I’m going to go from memory. I may confuse some of 2005 with 2006… but really, some of these lessons and achievements were (are) ongoing experiences, that can’t be identified as belonging to a specific moment in time. Some of them, I hope will continue for a while to come… as I continue to grow. After all… if we stop learning and growing, what reason is there for us being here?

So, here goes:

_{(btw… this could become rather long, so feel free to go and get yourself a cup of tea, or summat…)}

As explained in my earlier entry.

This was a hard lesson to learn. This is not to say that you shouldn’t make an effort to swim against the current… but there are times when you have to step back, look at the situation with a different perspective, and decide if what you’re fighting for is worthwhile.

I’ve never been much good at asking for help… and I always thought I was quite good at presenting life as being cheery and happy, even when it (I) wasn’t. But, even though they may not come out and say it, those who care (and sometimes even those who would struggle to pick you from a bar of soap) know that you’re putting on an act. People who love you want in on your life… the good and the bad. I’m really grateful for having discovered this.

For a while there, sinking seemed the easier, and even the only, option. Yet, I decided that I wanted to do better than that. At times I started to feel that I was too tired, but I kept going. It helped a lot, knowing that I had family and friends to reach out to me when I really needed it. Oh, and counselling… definitely worth doing.

Reminding myself to stop and think, “really, what’s the worst that can happen?”, has made a big difference. Some were small steps, and some have been pretty big. I pushed my boundaries, and found that I liked having a larger space in which to roam.

I realised that I’d forgotten a lot about myself… such as how much I once enjoyed photography, even reading. I learned that I do actually like tomatoes, and running. As I began to examine myself a little closer, I found there were facets I’d never noticed, and many of which I’d lost sight.

You know… ‘every cloud has a silver lining’, and ‘time heals all wounds’. As much as I’ve always cringed at these, it turns out there’s a reason we keep spouting them… because that’s just how it works.

I was never at risk of being labelled ‘sporty’. Much less ‘fit’. But (despite a few set-backs, here and there), I’ve found that I actually enjoy getting out and exercising. When I stick at it, I improve. And I like that.

Although, initially there was no way I could have forseen just how important this site would become. I’ve made amazing connections here, and found something (someone) very special… which I never would have thought possible. In fact, if anyone had tried to suggest this to me, I’d have been backing away toward the door, thinking they were nuts.

I’m cheating a bit with this one, because although by the end of 2005 I could see that I was actually leaving a situation that was not good for me, I couldn’t have predicted that what seemed to be a crappy, pot-holey road, would lead me to such a beautiful place. I know I’ve talked about this before, but I look back at the bumpy road and I’m thankful for the journey, because it brought me here.

So, now (at half past three, on New Year’s Eve 2006), my 2005 reflection is finally finished. A little rushed, and very last minute. Pffft… bloody typical. 6 years ago

2006 is almost over, and I still haven’t finished reflecting on 2005!

Somewhere, I have a list that I wrote, so perhaps I’ll just post the rest of the list, to finish this off. 6 years ago

The journey of many steps

It is said so often that life is a journey; it has its ups and downs, its times of plateaud comfort and stifling immobility, of daring adventure and discomforting challenge. Yet a journey implies not simply a self-realising, self-fulfilling destiny of one’s own separate life, but rather the traveling alongside of others. Sharing the journey

I’ve always been fiercely independent in my views, my aspirations and my focus of living. Yet from a number of different factors, 2005 forced me to be less introspective and take a fleeting glance at the world around me. I traveled with others, I learned with others, I grew with others and to some extent I journeyed with others. It is a humbling experience to realise that your life could have a strong bearing on the course of someone else’s life, that your views and actions could charter the waters for another individual. Each choice we make will have a butterfly effect on the world at large, on individuals, on circumstances and on the course of our own destiny.

Martin Luther King JR once made this profound statement “An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of individualistic concern to the broader concerns of all humanity.” Perhaps in more definitive terms, this was the lesson learned last year, one that is not grasped simply in a moment of enlightenment but that will be continued to be taught and learned for the many years to come. For our lives to truly have meaning and our journey to travel upon a path of significance there must be other people by which we can measure our lives, who can inspire, encourage and keep us within a measure of accountability.

Such realization presents me with an ongoing challenge to strive for the needs and desires not only of my own life but of the lives around me. To step outside the realm of familiarity and comfort and reach out to help another along his/her journey of life. We don’t have to be extraordinarily gifted to reach out and touch another’s life nor do we have to excel in academic excellence or philosophical wisdom – we simply have to be ready and available. 6 years ago

Traveling the South Island of New Zealand

New Zealand was neither an ultimate achievement nor a hallmarked lesson of life but it did provide some of the most memorable moments of 2005. A vacation in any sense of the word is generally one of the highlights of any year, it provides refreshment and rejuvenation of the mind, body and spirit enough to confront the next six or twelve months.

However, in predicted fashion our time away could not in any way be regarded as a rejuvenation of the body for in the course of our 10 day holiday, we rarely stopped for a breath. A friend and I traveled the South Island of New Zealand for 9 days starting in Christchurch and catching the Tranz alpine train across to Greymouth where we picked up our hired car. We drove through rugged terrain of snow capped mountains and turquoise flowing rivers and around every bend in the road, we were confronted with a breathtaking and photo worthy scene.

We walked to glaciers, cruised upon Milford Sounds, took a shotover jet through the canyons of Queenstown and bungee jumped into the Kewarau River. We lost our car key at Sky High, narrowly escaped being rained in as we left the sounds and awoke at Mt Cook just in time to see the most magnificent sunrise imaginable over the snowy ranges. We dressed up in Eskimo Suits at the Arctic Centre and hoped we could have kept them for the rest of the journey south which grew progressively colder as we traveled. We met a keen home video fantatic from Wellington who took pleasure in entertaining us with footage, a dog who stripped the clothes off dolls and teddybears, a crazy Irishman, a DJ from Aukland who tried his hand at being an amateur photographer which was more or less a comedy act, and an American whom we entertained with our Australian slang. We stayed in a castle with a view and in a room with no window at all, we ate prawn curries at a caravan in Akaroa, bought plumbs from a roadside stall in Queenstown, and wined and dined at the Hermitage with unparalleled views of Mt Cook in its pink night capped splendor.

The trip was full of laughable experiences, memorable moments and thousands of photographs to help us never to forget the journey. A mandatory concoction to finish off any great year. 6 years ago

Toiling a Garden

I have a tendency at times to embrace a project or task and pursue it with such fervency and dedication without first grasping a collective knowledge and awareness of what I’m actually stepping into. I exert an over-confident spirit which overrules any questions or inhibitions my lack of skill or experience may inspire. As a result… disaster strikes

I took my hand at gardening last year. It was in the heat of summer which is not the most ideal time to take up gardening, nor is it particularly conducive to planting seedlings and hoping they’ll grow. Nevertheless that fateful Saturday I woke up and felt inspired to create a garden. I went first to Bunnings to acquire the necessary tools (not that I really knew what they were) I simply picked up a few miscellaneous gardening objects and was sure I would be able to put them to use in some fashion.

Armed with mini spades and garden implements, I left Bunnings and headed for the nursery. Again my common sense did not avail in asking someone for advice. No indeed, for I was a seasoned gardener who knew exactly what I was doing… Growing climate and conditions, environmental factors, sizes and life expectancy of the plants or flowers bore no relevance in the plant selection process. Rather the key criteria was ‘how beautiful it looks’ or ‘perfect colours for the flower mix’. I came out of the store with a mix of vibrant looking plants that I thought would just look stunning in my new “garden bed”. And so I drove home, put on some old clothes and got straight to work.

In retrospect I would have to say it was one of the most calamitous events in the history of my life for I was so naïve and blonde in approaching the task that I overlooked every sensible argument, every green rule ever invented in the art of gardening. It was a hot Queensland day, high humid temperatures and clear skies providing no protection from the sun. I planted pansies in 35° temperature in the most exposed spot on the small garden bed (they were dead and wilted within an hour), I planted a green leafy plant (not realising that it grew up to be a huge tree) in a 1 foot square area and an indoor plant which flourished beautifully in the greenery at the nursery but lasted all of 2 hours in my (outdoor) garden. In addition to these, I planted numerous other plants of varying size, which required varying conditions some of which lasted miraculously and others which survived between 1 hour to 2 days. I think the only sensible choice in the morning’s purchases was a stone statuette which still survives to this day – the only survivor of that fateful Saturday.

I’ve realised, firstly that I do not have a green thumb and secondly that it’s not bad sometimes to stoop down from our platform of prideful confidence and ask someone for help. It is such a small admission to say ‘I need some assistance’ yet I am always so quick to think of every other way in the world to solve the problem myself before resorting to this admission of incompetence or inadequacy. I could never have made a true gardener of myself that day but should I have had wisdom enough to ask a few simple questions, I may today have a garden that is still alive and flourishing. 6 years ago

Joining 43 Things

As coy as it may sound, I would consider joining 43 things as one of my more prominent achievements of 2005. I think we often underestimate the power of writing, of articulating our thoughts, analysing our dreams and impregnating our hearts with visions and plans for the future, even if these ‘plans’ are simply the outworking of a daily to-do list.

Not only does this forum open our minds to the ideas and intuitive thinking of other people around the globe but it also encourages us to voice our own ideas, opinions and strengths. 43 things epitomizes unity in the very essence of the word. It represents the collaboration of diverse cultures, strengths, ideals and situations of life all intertwined into a beautiful tapestry of daily living.

I never cease to be amazed at the people who are encouraged, inspired or who identify with the words I and many others on this forum speak. For we are all on the same journey, otherwise known as life. Though we may all travel different paths and our journeys may encompass different parts of the globe, many of us confront the same issues, the same challenges, the same triumphs and defeats of humanity. Often we travel this road in isolation thinking that our lives are somehow remote and dissimilar from the rest of the world, however the moment we type in the webpage ‘www.43things.com’ we are confronted with a list of goals that epitomize the feelings of thousands of people are the globe which are, surprisingly enough, strangely familiar.

It may simply be a small step towards life organisation and realization but its effects ripple across many areas of my life and its repercussions have no doubt shaped some of the decisions made and ideals pursued in the last 12 months. 6 years ago

I am surprized how difficult it is list even ten achievements or lessons learnt in a whole year .This itself is the biggest lesson i have learnt …that how ordinary was my life last year. 6 years ago

Releasing Friendships

Life is seasonal; no doubt we have all heard that saying a thousand and one times before. Yet just as life goes through its seasons of change and renewal so do friendships. A short maxim commonly spoken is that ‘friendships are for a moment, a season or a lifetime’, we are not necessarily the deciders of such for fate has a way of choosing it for us.

Last year I had to relinquish a friendship that had played a prominent role in my life for the past two and a half years. Many people see that when a relationship comes to an end, everything invested in that other person is lost. They cast their memories to regret and dismiss the good to dwell on the unfortunate. I believe all relationships have a place, they play an essential part in the role-play of life and help in some way to shape who we will become. Moving into a new season does not instigate casting off the past season to misfortune and regret; rather it should us to reflect, to learn, to appreciate and to grow from our mistakes and successes.

Releasing this friendship was difficult because intertwined into our relationship were many memories, holidays, photos and moments of perfection that I did not wish to forget. Yet moving on does not by any means necessitate forgetting as I have later discovered. I had in some ways outgrown my friend and our lives were moving in two very different directions, therefore it was time to let go.

Letting go of this friendship necessitated a conscious decision yet as I look back through the many seasons of my life, I’ve come to realise that many friendship have come and gone, fluctuating as time and circumstances so required. Some required a definite closure and others just simply dissipated without anyone noticing – such is the paradox of life. 6 years ago

Achievement: Living on my own

Admittedly, this happened by necessity rather than by choice… so as a result, I didn’t enter into this new living arrangement in an incredibly positive frame of mind.

I’d never lived on my own before. At the age of 19, I moved from the family home (in Darwin) to Melbourne with my first boyfriend (whom I’d started seeing at the age of 16). We then lived together for 3 1/2 years. When I left that relationship, I lived with a friend for a short while, but basically ended up moving straight in with the man who’s about to become my ex-husband. We were together for just over 7 years, until I moved out in September 2005.

Everything about this move was confronting for me. Apart from being on my own, at a time when I felt completely shattered… I was moving into an area with which I was not hugely familiar. I was also moving from a lovely house that was mine… that we’d built… into a rented flat. Small and depressing in comparison.

Slowly, however, I began to adjust to my new abode. I started to enjoy the feeling of freedom… making my own decisions, taking full responsibility for everyday jobs and chores (okay, so I still suck at housework, but it gets done eventually). I even deal with spiders as required… there might be lots of squealing, but that squealing now accompanies action rather than running away and calling for help.

It’s taken a lot of time and adjusting… and I do still have boxes that I haven’t yet dealt with… but I’m now quite comfortable living on my own. I no longer equate it with ‘being alone’... and I even call this place home. 7 years ago

Expansion of my Photography Career

2005 presented me with a paradigm shift of one element of my life in particular – photography. I started the year oblivious to any further extension of my photography interests; it purely was a hobby which I had inherited from many years of taking photos of life. However, as the year progressed, photography became more inherent and it started evolving as a much stronger part of my life.

My trip to Africa in April of last year catapulted photography from its lowly state of pressing a button to understanding the art and technical expertise of taking photos. With knowledge came a greater love for the art form for it helped me to understand it better and gave me greater confidence in my talents.

The second phase and acceleration of my photography interests was the moment I was asked to photograph a wedding for a close friend’s workmate. I immediately discounted the idea as unrealistic for I felt fully unqualified to take on such a challenge, however with her insistence that she wasn’t too fazed about how the photos turned out – I agreed to take on her proposal. Although not everything went to plan on the day and in hindsight many things could have been done better… some beautiful photos came out of it and the bride was ecstatic with the results.

The truth is, expertise is outworked solely in experience and for that I am so grateful that I have been the beneficiary of such. Photographing a wedding for a day gave me a glimpse of why I love photography and boosted confidence in my own ability. It also laid the platform for yet another photographic exploit – going to New Zealand. Though primarily intended as a holiday, my trip to New Zealand allowed me to experiment and understand better the technical aspects of photography and different creative angles. It also resulted in some beautiful photos of the extravagant beauty and diversity of New Zealand which has added greatly to my portfolio.

It’s so interesting how life takes on turns that we would never have expected. Until the opportunity arose to go to Africa, I had never before considered that photography would adopt any significant stance in my life. Thus the unpredictability of life, there are some things that no matter how many hours we may dedicate to planning – life will always have its own way in the end. 7 years ago

Certificate IV in Frontline Management

The relevance of formal education is a somewhat debated subject. MBA’s in the business world whilst once held in the highest regard are now looked upon as simply academic certificates which bear little relevance in the corporate scene.

However, neither side of the ‘education’ debate can deny the fact that education i.e. (taking us out of our normal realm of thinking and doing) challenges us to re-evaluate life and formulate for ourselves more poignantly defined views and beliefs.

Further Education has always provided me with a platform from which to change my thinking and set myself a goal to rise above. The discussions generated by the group presenting different viewpoints and experiences are the very conversations that challenge our way of thinking and help us to become more confident, versatile and established in our beliefs.

Certificate IV in Frontline Management which I completed early last year was no exception to the rule – I got out of it what I put in. I think sometimes we step into ‘personal development’ mode and believe that we can sit there expectant and receive some divine impartation which will revolutionise our lives… however nothing is further from the truth.

Personal Development and academic distinction is all about application. Taking a rule, a formula, a belief or standard of thinking and applying it in a practical form in our lives. Knowledge and Information is useless unless it can be interpreted into the fabric of our every day lives and change our way of thinking and doing life. 7 years ago

Last year was a big year for me… I learned a lot about myself, my relationships, and about the realities of life… good and bad. I also experienced achievements that, although relatively small in the scheme of things, were incredibly important and eye-opening to me.

With everything that has happened, it would be so easy to undertake this goal in a negative frame of mind… so I’ve decided to take the time to carefully consider what it is that I’ve learned and achieved. Without being a ‘Pollyanna’, I want to look at this list as positively as possible :-) 7 years ago

Resolved Determination…

...can energise you to conquer things you never thought possible. However without being well equipped to conquer those challenging feats, there will always be a price to pay.

Last July I decided to enter the Bridge to Brisbane 13km fun run. This sounded like a great idea in theory – running for a cause, contributing to society, engaging with the community and promoting health and wellbeing, however… The reality still stood strong that only months before I had torn my achilles tendon, therefore I hadn’t walked or ran for at least five months and could boast no high level of fitness.

I have never been able to complain a lack of strong will or determination and this challenge was no exception. The competitive spirit within me spurred me on to beat as many competitors as possible and so I ran as much as my physical capacity would allow and finished the 13km in 1 hour and 34 minutes.

I came 7356th place out of over 22,000 people which was not a great place to boast about, however the true fulfillment was found in simply finishing the race. Yet, though my determination and will conquered the challenge before me – it was not enough to overcome all the odds. For I awoke the following morning completely disabled, my muscles were aching, my tendons were strained and I felt my whole body incapacitated to move. My physical capacity was not equipped enough to compete with my strong resolve.

I learned that day, though it’s important in life to be determined and to persevere at all costs, the realities of life entail that we need to equip ourselves, to not neglect strengthening our minds, our souls, our bodies and relying only on ‘determination’ to see us through. 7 years ago

4.Last year , i learnt a great lesson that media doesn’t always tell the truth .On the contrary , media often distorts the truth .I should be very careful to believe what is published there .Often , news and views are colored by powerful vested interests.It is practically useless to read only one newspaper or see only one news channel .In fact , it saves lot of time , if you avoid TV altogether.I donot see TV for the last five months or so .About newspapers also , though i am not settled , but i feel that i should read at least three newspapers before forming any view about any news. 7 years ago

3.I had been frequently writing articles and getting them published .But last year , i decided to write a book and get it published .i wrote about 36 thousand words , and then i got stuck .i just did not feel like completing the book .Something inside me told me not to proceed further .Or perhaps , it was procrastination , i don’t know .But whatever i wrote gave me a rich experience .Several ideas keep popping in my head at great frequency about the book .I can call this a lesson learned as well as an achievement earned .i hope to complete this goal in 2006. 7 years ago

Faith and Hope

At some point in my life I lost that childhood belief that everything was possible. That inherent guarantee that the sky had no limits fell short of responsibilities, obligation and the cruel realities of life.

Last year was a time of renewing faith in my life through one simple lesson that will change my life forever.

I returned home one day and as I flicked through the mail awaiting me I noticed an enveloping bearing the logo of ‘Ken Duncan Photography.’ With a flicker of interest, I opened it up to find a colourful fold-out brochure advertising the opportunity to travel with Ken to Africa on a photography safari.

I perused the glossy pages and for a moment without my notice the dream started to take wings. However as I began to evision the stark contrasting lands of Africa’s serengetti and the red dunes of namibia, I instantly pulled myself together, dismissed such a proposition as unachievable and prompty folded the flyer and placed it in a nearby bin. Taking into consideration my present circumstances, it indeed seemed like an impossible dream – one that was always to tempt yet never to be caught. However instead of retaining that childlike hope that we foster when we are young – maturity and responsibility hardened my heart against any such hope.

It happened however, that something else was at work despite my dismissal of the trip for when I arrived at work the following morning it seemed my boss had also received a brochure and started questioning my thoughts about the prospect of going. Once again I dismissed it as impossible thinking he would understand however, thankfully he did not. Instead his reply was ‘I never took you as someone who gave up that easily.’

I looked at him and realised he was right, I didn’t even put up a fight, I didn’t try to circumnavigate the circumstances, rather I saw the formidable giant before me and retreated in defeat. As I embraced his challenge and began to rewrite my circumstances, thus began the process of fulfilling this dream. I was blessed beyond compare as several key influencers in my life saw this trip as an experience designed just for me and did everything in their power to make it a reality.

I went to Africa, I saw the contrast of life and of lands, I was immersed in the colourful heritage of Maasai culture and I experienced one of the most memorable trips of my life.

I learned through that experience that everything is possible if you meet the battle face to face. For if you retreat into the dark safety of comfort, surely you will be safe and without challenge but indeed you will also sacrifice the very essence of life – being in the arena, meeting the challenge head on and emerging through the thick of the battle with the light of ultimate victory. 7 years ago

2.Last year , i annoyed certain powerful people.I was a novice .I thought standing by truth and principles is enough, and people will understand .But i did not anticipate how the reality is so different from the world of books.They hit me and hit me hard where it hurt the most .I realized that standing for truth and principles is accompanied by a heavy price that you have to pay .In a short span of time , i travelled through eternity.
I learnt the biggest lesson of my life so far :When you decide to stand for truth and principles , always ask yourself:are you ready to pay the cost ,and what is the highest cost that you are prepared to pay?There are no free TRUTHS in this world. 7 years ago

Building a foundation of stability in my life

I love travelling, experiencing life for all its worth and in essence – never staying in one place for too long. Early last year, the only guarantees in my life were 1. Committment to my job, 2. Paying off my mortgage, 3. Looking after my dog… all else was up to chance and inflections of spontaneity.

I loved getting away to Sydney for the weekend, escaping to the Hunter Valley or flying down to the cultural hive of activity in Melbourne for a few days. To be honest – ‘anywhere but here’ was a very appropriate dictum in my life. Nelly Furtado’s song ‘I’m like a bird, I can fly away’ was almost the perspective I afforded myself, to grow wings and fly away seemed my ultimate objective.

I can look back on those 12 months and see that I was very much affected by the ‘escape mentality’: The inherent belief that the grass will be greener on the other side, life on the edge will be more glorious and more adventurous than the daily grind and that getting out of normality is the only way to truly experience life… I was wrong

I found myself in a continual search for something more satisfying, trying to carry my mind and thoughts into some sacred place which never actually existed and tried to escape what I thought was ‘suburban captivity.’ The truth is, stability in our lives is the only grounding we have to lead a balanced life, for without stability we are constantly running, constantly striving for something more and we never truly have the chance to know where we are, who we are or where we are going.

This year, I have purposely tried to avoid those trappings which dissilusioned me for so many months last year and I have found that grounding myself in a church, connecting with people, creating a stable environment at work and making a concerted effort to build a life in my own home, suburb and city has given me a greater satisfaction than I could ever have imagined.

At times we need to loosen up, to give ourselves unto the reign of spontaneity and change our environment, however I still believe that unless we have a stability and foundation in our lives, all attempts for fulfillment will be in vain. 7 years ago

1.Last year , i focused on health with spectacular results.I did not fall ill or take medicines even for a single day , reduced my weight by 25 pounds.I turned vagen in food habits.I did exercises, walks, yoga and meditation regularly .I did not eat processed food. 7 years ago

2005 was an introspective year of my life. It started out very dark. I had totally given up. It was the year I truly learned I am not in control of anything. God did not drop me even when I didn’t care enough to take care of myself.

My old life was over. I was getting much better from my major medical setbacks but my clarity revealed the havoc that had become my life.

I moved to Dallas for a fresh start. It is true when they say you can’t run away from your problems – they come along with you.

My brother, my best friend in the world, died unexpectedly of a heart attack on April 5th. I had a bittersweet reunion with my family, especially my mother at his funeral.

I wanted to move home to Montana to be closer to my sister and baby brother. I even applied for a position with a mortgage company and got the details worked out that I would open an office for them in Whitefish. Then because my children are here in Texas I backed out of that decision. I didn’t want to leave them.

My significant other and I are as different as night and day – literally he is owl and I am a lark. We love each other but our relationship has not been financially blessed. As freelancers it is feast or famine. For us the last few years has been famine.

He and I have had strife since the last century – some compare us to Liz Taylor and Richard Burton. A true love, very passionate and at times emotionally charged in very negative patterns. I took most of the responsibility because of the aberrant behavior my brain tumor caused. He stayed with me 24/7 during that whole ordeal. We will see how this plays out.

The summer heat and bad ozone levels here kept me on my oxygen machine off and on most of the summer. Another reason I wanted to move to Montana. This environment affects my respiratory health to the point I could not function at all. This is something I am giving alot of thought to even now.

The Fall was very unsettled. We live in Dallas and the hurricanes- Katrina and Rita – affected our lives even though we were not involved in the storms. We had the evacuees from New Orleans move here then when they emptied Houston it was even stranger. Dallas has changed since then.

The quiet little neighborhood I moved to a year ago has become a hive of condos. They are plowing down stately old homes to build multi family units. I discovered that living in a one bedroom apartment with a Rotweiller is not my style. I discovered condo life is not for me. I need lots of nature and far less concrete.

In November I took a position with an upstart mortgage company on a small salary guarantee with the hopes that would develop into a better paying position. It did not. The guarantee ended the beginning of this month. I was never given the health insurance I had been promised. Old story for me . . .

Looking back on my professional history I see that the mortgage industry and I are not a good match. At heart I am about homes and families. I enjoy being a Realtor not a lender.

My plans have evolved. This year appears to be a fresh start actually focusing on what God is telling me to do instead of living in my ego driven world.

I have a feeling life will get much better! 7 years ago

Each year goes by so quickly as the last that in restrospect it’s hard to differentiate the events and circumstances that defined that 12 month period.

I’d like to create a list of just a few lessons learned and achievements in my journey last year that will in effect symbolise what 2005 meant in my life. 7 years ago