NEW!!!! Whether that makes it good or not, it's NEW!!!

Like the over-long title suggests, I have something new.
I'm not sure anyone is still reading this, but that's okay, I'll post anyways.

I HAVE MOVED TO A NEW BLOG

That's right. If you do read (and bless you, BLESS YOU for that), all future postings can be found at The Fugitive Pen. New lifestyle kind of seemed like it called for a new blog, sooooooo here we are. Still figuring out how often I can/will post, but it's a start. Any Way the Wind Blows will stay here for multiple reasons, but it will no longer be active.

Does that make this a relaunch or a rebranding?
All these  Boss Lady terms I can't really follow. HEALTH! MOTIVATE! DETERMINATION!! POST ALL THE POSTS!!! MAKE THE MONEYS!!!! and here I am sipping my creamer-laden coffee just trying to figure out how the laundry keeps turning into Mount Everest.

ANYWAYS ..... if you're still reading--BLESS YOU!!!--hop on over and hopefully I'll get a blogging rhythm going again. For now, excuse me while I prevent my toddler from "accidentally" reprogramming the television via frantic remote button pushing.

Attempting . . .

Folks, I think it's been nearly a year since I updated.
Due to that simple fact, I'm not sure I can even use "folks" any more. In that case . . .
Hi me! Glad you're back, revisiting stuff. Maybe you'll find time to write more of it down at some point. Glad to see you're still kind of trying. Good for you. E for effort, all that jazz.

You see that kid in the pic above?
Kid not baby.
I know, it's killing me.
He's nearly 17 months old now. Last time you blogged, you had just finished his birth story. There's a lot in between there. I trust you have Facebook and Instagram posts to document that.
Well, I know you do because I'm you and you're me and we know what we've been up to.

Since that last post, I hav:

• Bridesmaided another wedding
• Cut my hair off (pixies for the win)
• Got a tattoo (if you're in Central Florida, Zack at Ascension is AWESOME)
• Had a stroke (yeah . . . weird . . . )
• Moved back into the swamp cabin (you know, the one we lived in before the move to California)
• Had a second stoke (nope, not kidding)
• Threw a first birthday party one week after said stroke (thank the good Lord for mothers and mothers-in-law or that party never would have happened)
• Saw a cardiologist who recommended a TEE (basically a colonoscopy of the heart, I forget the technical terms) 
• Discovered via TEE that I had "vegetation" on my mitral valve that had poked a hole in it and faced possible open heart surgery ALL ONE WEEK BEFORE CHRISTMAS. Plus--this was likely what caused the strokes.
• After six nights in the hospital for evaluation, was sent home two days before Christmas with new meds
• four days after release, went kayaking with the hubs and family down Weeki Wachi Springs (if you haven't done it, do it)
• Six weeks later, chest echo revealed vegetation is likely dissolved (and, therefore, likely blood clots created by my clotting condition) and open heart surgery postponed until further notice (hopefully much further notice)
• Chase around a toddler who is part Winnie the Pooh, part Godzilla, and part Jedi Knight. 

And that's the way the cookie crumbles. One day, we'll write it all down.

I guess it's quite the story.

All in all, God is good, all the time.
Even in crap so deep all you see and smell is crap.
There's light in the end of the tunnel, some day, you'll see it.
Oh, I hope you'll see it.

We found our light little by little. We still have questions--lots of questions--but we are so assured that God is good. Because there's a whole lot of sweetness here. We just had to dig for it a bit and then hold it, grip it tight for all we were worth.

It's all good in the end.
One day.