Derailing.  I have wanted to write/blog for many years which has been confirmed by what my Facebook memories tells me. Year after year, I get one of those handy little reminders along with the idea of what I should blog.  I did love creative writing in school. When I was in first grade I was selected for “author of the week” and think even at that young age, I was bold enough to believe I had arrived.  I have to admit though that my little “bio” was more about me wanting to be an Olympic figure skater than an author. Cue Dorothy Hamill and her perfect 1980 haircut.  I enjoyed writing short stories, essays and classes about writing.  I’m sure, at every age, we have these amazing ideas about things we can do—things we want to do—but the reality of life and work and bills and parenting sometimes derail us from what we hope to achieve.  So fast forward almost 40 years and I’m finding myself on the precipice of writing a blog—or at least building content. But I need a laptop. I shop online, make an (almost) decision and know I need to get to W to make this purchase. But first, lunch with a friend.  It was so great getting to sit down with this woman and just have some girl talk for an hour or so.  She is beautiful, smart, Christian and juggling all of the things right now while her hubs works away. It was so refreshing to hear that yeah, each room of her home has a pile of laundry and that she is tired—I AM NOT ALONE! We share a great lunch and have a great convo and then the parent-pick up bell rings in reality, allowing just enough time to get that laptop before I swarm the beehive that is the school. Well, before we part, my sweet friend brings up the unbelievable amount of candy that is for sale at the local barf-mart and boom! I’m derailed by a Cadbury egg. A fucking Cadbury egg. Jesus.  I pick up my son while on a massive sugar rush and bring him and his brother to help me pick out a laptop which, by the way, they help me spend $100 more than planned. And here I am, on my way (with a laptop that suits my needs). I am amazed at the fact that it was just a piece of candy on sale for 50 cents that may have stopped me from going towards this goal.  50 cents stood between me and this goal.  And I let it.  For today, I won’t have time to think about how many other Cadbury eggs stood between me and my goals.  But I did make time to write 😊