I had a guest editor look at my postings. Being a close friend and family, I value his input. He chuckled at a few things but after reading he gave me the best advice. He said that this blog is my own and I can create it as I like. I have been guarded and afraid of disapproval longer than I would like to admit. The deep desire to be liked has overshadowed my inner confidence.

My inner critic can bounce, being fearless is more aligned with who I want to be.

My grandmother was my biggest inspiration in my life. Losing her this year tore me up inside. She was superwoman to me and many others. My favorite pastime with her was sitting on the patio swing listening to her recount the days of working in the factory during WWII. I loved the way she told the story of how she and my grandpa met. My heart aches for that feeling of closeness I shared with her. I'm lucky I have lots of pictures and video that I can look at and remember her today, but just being with her in that time was my greatest gift.

Grandma was definitely a fearless woman.