Wouldn't life be more fun if adults laid on their backs more and just make raspberry sounds with their mouths?  Well, that's what my mom calls it....a raspberry.  Wonder why it's called a raspberry? I was laying here, just having a grand ole time and wondering why my mom wasn't joining me.  It's alot of fun you know.  And another thing, isn't bouncing fun?  I mean, I get bounced all the time and its a whollatafun!  Waking up in the morning is fun too.  I really like my dog.  He's fun.  Ok, that's it for now.  Gotta run...

I realized the other day that I've associated commitment with interfering with my independence.  What I mean by commitment is some sort of weekly get-together, or an ongoing "promise to show up or do something at a specified time over a specified period of time".  I came to this realization when a friend of mine asked me why I didn't join mom groups or social groups of any kind, and what came out of my mouth actually surprised me, because I didn't know I thought or believed this... I said, "because it feels like it interferes with my independence".  Well, whaddayaknow?  Where in the world did I come up with that one?!?  And just now, as I'm thinking about a few things that have gone on lately, I'm realizing that I've had a belief that asking for help also interferes with my independence.  It means someone else gets involved in some way and I've associated that with less freedom; less freedom of choice, less freedom to move about, less freedom to do as I please.  Interesting how that's just come into my awareness the past few weeks.  I think this awareness opens up a whole new dimension for me.