just breathe....

Sometimes it takes some time away to realize how great it is to come back home to familiar surroundings to make your thoughts come back to perspective. Thanks again to all the warm comments--it truly means so much.
Taking a step back, I'll share what was going on last time I posted.
The week of my last post, we found out E got the job with American Eagle as a first officer pilot. YAY!

I'll be honest my first reaction was not so positive. On the outside for him, I was extremely excited. On the inside--scared, sad--weepy to be exact, and well, just plain scared. Scared of more change. Scared of what this means for us financially for the next 5 or so years while he is just getting started at a regional airline, scared of what it could possibly mean for me and our marriage knowing he will be gone so much until he gets to a point with a major airline and has established seniority.Scared about what this means for us and my desire to start adding to our family of two. So with all this emotion, I became REALLY WEEPY. Weepy to the point that it was difficult for me to admit what I was thinking and feeling.

I am very fortunate to have such a great support system here, that I started to share my feelings and began to seek advice from others who have been or are in my similar situation. I also gained the confidence to share my thoughts and feelings with E--while we were downing a bottle of celebratory champagne. Gotta love bubbly courage.

Nonetheless, I received positive support from everyone! This enabled me to get back on my feet and realize that it will all be okay and life in general will have a way of working itself out--family, finances and all.

So, I am in the midst of trying to get caught up with everyone..I have missed you all so.

"Wow, you're really durable"

this is a direct quote from my co-worker after I fell down a flight of stairs at the airport with luggague in hand on Saturday afternoon in Chicago. Prior to my fall, I commented to myself that my suitcase was really heavy and I didn't remember it being that heavy when I flew out to Chicago. As I was having this conversation with myself, my heel got caught up in my cuff of my jeans and I said to myself..heather you are going down. Sure enough, I did.

Luckily no broken bones. Just a few nice bruises strategically placed on my body.

No tears

I did it. I made it through my dentist appointment. I didn't cry, whine or scream while the nice dentist man cleared away all the yucky gunk. I even made an appointment for next month to give my pearly whites a deep clean. That is major progress.