I am back in the thrall of school. That always means plenty of homework, but this semester has started a bit oddly. Classes started on Wednesday the 11th. The 16th was a holiday. This means that one of my classes meets for the first time tomorrow, even though we are technically 2 weeks into the semester. I wonder how that will play out as far as the workload? The class only meets once a week, but for three hours at a whack. Of course, it is a subject I am very interested in (Military Culture/ Combat Veterans), so I have done a bit of pre-reading.

Tomorrow is also the first meeting of my honor societies, so it will be a very long day. I should probably go to bed soon, but I am not tired. Now what?

Today, I am specifically looking at dog obedience training websites. I plan to work with My Awesome Boyfriend extensively while there is only one “trainer” in the house. Hopefully, by the end of his confinement, we will be working well together as a team, and I will be able to take him just about anywhere. He gets his first shots next Monday, and the Monday after that, he can go out where other dogs might have been. In this case, freedom for him also means freedom for ME!

(I’m not including Grand-dad here, he died so long ago, and though I still miss him, his death was not part of that overwhelming time.)

But yesterday was also a major day for me. For the first time, I was able to smile at the thought of those Grandparents having gained their reward, knowing joy forevermore. Should I tell you that I cried myself to sleep Sunday night thinking about them, still selfishly grieving? I think so, it’s part of the story.

All of that brings me to the title of this post: Legacies. You know, we each have two of those; the one we receive and the one we leave. I’m not talking about material goods here, because those are unimportant. I’m talking about life perspectives, how we handle bumps in the road, the things that go into the major decisions we make. Do we operate from a position of love and trust? Or from a place of hate and suspicion? We pick up those mindsets from our role models, but they become self-fulfilling prophecies. If we expect that the world is always out to get us, then it surely will. If we expect good things to come, then that’s what we end up with. Our own actions cause that, and what do we base our actions on? Mindset.

It’s a big enough thought that we ought to be mindful of the legacy we are leaving even as we deal with the one we have received.

And on and on and on. But I will persevere. I will finish! And I will be starting again in 23 minutes. I will not be thwarted by crash diets that work or by technology that doesn’t. At least until it is time to take my timed online history quiz. That *might* be a problem!