The Journey Begins…again
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I am Kass. I am the baby of 5 kids originally from northern California and then we moved to Utah when I was 8. Have you been to Utah? It is just gorgeous. In traveling the globe for my job…I have seen many marvelous locations and would still pick the gorgeous backdrop of Utah as my home. I am a wife of 16 years to a man I think is the bees knees, the cat’s meow, the coolest guy around, and I am the mom of 2 amazing kids. Yes, I know they’re MY kids-so as every mom does, we imply own kid’s greatness as being superior…BUT that being said, I really think mine are top notch. We also have 2 dogs. They are adorable labradoodles and often featured on my instagram posts and stories b/c we swear they are part human and have very humanely expressions and behavior to prove our point. (See my bias behavior sneaking in again? :D)
The history of my life is like all people. I grew up in a great, happy, pulled together family, with zero problems. We have always and will always continue to live happily ever after bc…well, that’s just us.
Nope, not even close. I am like all people b/c I am loved but I am also damaged, I am happy but I can also be sad, I have great moments of singing at the top of my lungs and thinking…”How is this even my real life?” and then moments of wondering how I got myself into this pickle of a mess and having to muster up courage from the deep depths of my soul before I crumble. I have seen sickness and health, life and death. All of these moments have made my journey and my life my own, and one I am very proud of.
I have tried websites in the past and I really wanted to go back to my roots of what I enjoy in writing. No pressure, no agenda, just real, raw, me. This blog is titled “My life as I know it.”
The title of this blog actually comes from a book my dad wrote. It was a compilation of all his greatest lessons of life and journal type entries of how to be a great man (man, woman, human). My dad’s wife gave us all this book a little after he died. She helped compile these articles and memories so we (his surviving 5 kids) could crack open it’s pages and feel his arms around us again-teaching us, helping us grow, enlightening us.
My dad was an avid learner. He was ultra smart and always reading a book. He would often have me recite, “reading is the gateway to knowledge and knowledge is power.” But understand me that I am serious about the book in his hand thing. The man had a book in his hand at all times, no joke. There are pictures of this to prove his yearling for learning while watching his grandson’s football game-book in hand, open, ready to learn again the second the play was over and he had a few moments to soak in something new.
I don’t know that I caught this bug entirely. I love to read-ish. I add an ISH b/c I listen to audiobooks often (traveling working mom with extra hours on hand) but I don’t open a book regularly. I used to only have PEOPLE, SHAPE, SELF magazines to thank for my reading but later in my life (I’m 36), the past 10 years or so have been more focused on learning and the power of feeding my mind with good information. I need it. I need all the good info pouring in, so that when my natural instincts kick in and I might not feel or act as proud as I would like, I have something else in that noggin to pull from and give me the strength when push comes to shove.
I am not a writer. If you have pet peeves of grammatical errors, and are a stickler for where the . and the , and the ‘ and even the “‘s go…you’re going to need to turn a blind eye to my writing. I am sure english, like many of my other classes, was passed by the skin of my teeth. I didn’t have ambition until my mid 20’s so my academics really suffered. That knowledge was filed away, unused, then stored in my long term memory and then thrown away into my useless memories Have you seen Disney’s movie “Inside Out”??? It’s brilliant and you’ll understand this imagery perfectly.
What I do know is that I love to write. I love to journal and I haven’t done it for a very long time. I used to make note of the funny things my kids would say and then it just drifted off of my daily to-dos. Isn’t that an interesting thing? You have a habit of doing something and then one day you let it slip, then it slides right off your agenda and it’s years until you pick it back up again. I am hoping to wrap this blog in sticky tape, load it with gorilla glue and make it nearly impossible to fall of the wagon.
This is My life as I know it, the journey begins.
Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton