Today we celebrate and honor our moms! Some of us are fortunate enough to still have ours in our presence today, while others will remember theirs with a special tribute or memory of all they loved and learned while mom was present on earth. But there are also those women in our lives whom are not our mothers by birth, but also have played an instrumental role in our upbringing. Those ladies who’ve been there for me are my aunts! They have formulated my life in ways they may not have realized until they read this post today. So, while I honor my mom today and always, I also want to give a big shout out to my other “moms” whom I affectionately call Aunt Cindy and Aunt Susie.
Esther Cleona Holtzinger – Mom and Grandma Extraordinaire.
Many of you know and have heard of my grandfather, John Edward “Ted” Holtzinger. A successful Altoona businessman, publisher, writer, developer, farmer. The list goes on and on of his many accomplishments in life, but what about the woman who sat beside him? Continue reading
If there is one word that comes to mind year after year, that one word to describe what has occurred over the last 12 months, 52 weeks, 365 days, 8760 hours…is the word CHANGE.
Change is scary … it’s the fear of the unknown, fear that the outcomes of change will create instability in the stable life we think we have at that moment. Yet, while our fears of change consume us, they also paralyze us from thinking about the new opportunities change will bring to us or that the changes we face will open our paths to something richer, brighter, better than that of the past. And, sure change could bring something we do not want to face, yet even in the darkest of change comes opportunity to grow, learn, and sometimes the need to say goodbye.
Today started out as any typical day starts for me. Awake, feed the cats, shower, get dressed, stop at Dunkin’ Donuts for my daily iced tea pick me up, get into work and begin my work day. Then at 10:30am it was time to log off the computer and head to DuBois for a client lunch meeting, but before I could leave town, I would need to gas up the 4Runner. So on my way out of town, I stopped at the local gas station that pumps gas for you. It was raining, and I didn’t feel like getting out of the car to pump it myself.
After the attendant finishes pumping the gas, I hand him my debit card to pay. Like any other time, I don’t put my debit card back in my purse, but rather sit it in the ashtray area of my console to put back in my purse when I get to DuBois. Generally, my purse sits next to me, but this time I had a passenger, so my purse was in the back, and I didn’t feel like reaching around to get my wallet to replace the card in it.