Finding My Whistle

I use to whistle all the time.  I think “Strangers in the Night” was my favorite when I was in college. I’m not really sure why, just a fun one to whistle, I guess.  I never thought about whistling. In fact, sometimes someone would just ask “hey, what’s that you are whistling?” I wasn’t even aware I was whistling! Ha!

I was young, met my love and I literally whistled while I worked. My supervisor at Whitworth University use to get a good chuckle out of me, I’m sure. “Ah, young love, youthful joy.”

We married, moved, moved again, started climbing the corporate ladder, moved yet again – two or three times, chased success.   I don’t think I ever saw what I was chasing.  All the while, raising two amazing kids.  We started out with very little money but we were really happy. Life was simple.  No debt, living on a family ranch, surrounded by mountains and forests.  “Maybe we should try something else”, we said.  Moving, chasing, not whistling.

We have overcome many challenges, bumps in the road, we have grown, gotten a little gray.  At least I have.  Darn him!  Life moving fast and chasing that thing was making me cranky and tired.    I really want to catch myself whistling again.

It’s time to slow down. I finally realize that. I wish my husband would have told me this, years ago. OK, so he did.  I MIGHT be a little OCD, maybe.  I MIGHT have a tendency to over think, overdo, and delegation might not be my greatest suit. 

So, here it begins. I will slow down. I will let it go (“LIG” says my mom).  I will live in the moment.  I am on a journey, finding my whistle.