Good Thursday dear readers! I have decided to write today about a dilemma that I am facing, or maybe just to tell you where my life is at right now.
Over the past six years, I have shared stories with you about myself and my family. However, I have always been a little bit guarded when it comes to details. After all, it is my private life, my family and friends and this is the internet.
I grew up in Cumming, Georgia. It’s just north of Atlanta and it was much smaller back in the day than it is now. I can remember in high school we would cruise from the Dairy Queen to the Pizza Hut because that’s pretty much all that we had. My dad was a minister and I had the wonderful opportunity to meet many people through the churches that he pastored. I still keep in touch with many friends from those days. Both of my parents grew up in Cumming and most all of my family lived there, and still does. I lived on the same dirt road one set of my grandparents lived on. Many of my aunts, uncles, and cousins also lived there. My other grandparents live just across town and we were there most Sunday afternoons along with my many Glover cousins, aunts, and uncles. It was the best life a child could have in my opinion.
Forgive me if I repeat things that I have told you in the past. You all know that we have moved several times with Greg’s job and now we are living on his grandparent’s farm in Garfield, Georgia. The farm he brought me to before we were married. Looking back, I think it may have been a test to see if I was wife material for him.
He grew up in Tucker, Georgia but spent entire summers here when he was young. Nothing could have made him happier than helping his grandfather on the farm. When it came time for college, he went just about 30 miles down the road from here. He has loved this place his entire life. It was like all of his life’s dreams came true when he had the opportunity to transfer to a place that would allow him to live in this majestic place. We enjoy our time together out here. Simple things like riding the 4 wheeler, or picking blackberries and muscadines are relaxing.
Since Wes was born, 23 years ago, I have had a few odd jobs. Always part-time and they always allowed me to set my hours and work from home. I have pretty much lived for my family. Everything I have done has been for them, and I have loved it. It has been the job of my dreams. I would not trade all of those carpool lines or school parties or even those sick days with the kids for anything in the world. My only regret is that I can’t go back and do them again.
Wes is still living at home, but with his schedule, I do not see him often. He graduated with his Bachelor’s degree in December and just started working on his Masters. He has been working at the elementary school this year and has discovered that he has a heart for kids. Especially special needs children and he has decided to get his Masters degree in Special Education. I couldn’t be prouder. When he tells me stories about those little kids and when I see one of them call him “Mr. Wes” it almost melts my heart.
Savannah lives near her college campus. She is a junior, and she is majoring in accounting. She is a hard working student not only taking a full load and maintaining a great GPA but working a part-time job also. She has the next few years mapped out, and she is just head strong enough to make it happen. When she calls me about her day, I can hardly believe that she is mine. She has such drive and determination. I don’t know how I got so lucky with two great kids.
Greg has been at the same job since before I met him. He was always in operations, but in 2016 he transferred to the safety department. It requires a lot of travel but the day to day stress is much less. He’s enjoying the change, and I’m proud that he has this opportunity. He has been a great provider and a wonderful husband. I have had several opportunities to go with him since the job change. In fact, I was just with him in Savannah, Georgia this week. We celebrate 30 years of marriage this year. It’s true that you get out of a marriage what you put into it. So now more than ever, when life if pulling us in all directions, we will make the effort to do whatever it takes to keep this marriage strong.
As of late, I have lost my zeal for cooking. I go through the day wondering why I should clean the house just for me. I could get a job, but who wants to hire someone that has been home for as many years as I have and I could never make enough money to justify driving the distance from the farm. Besides, when the opportunity does arise for me to travel with Greg I don’t want to have to ask permission from anyone else.
I’m basically in a rut, and I’m not sure how to get out of it. I am a happy person, ask any of my friends. I know that some are probably reading this and thinking I’m depressed, though. I don’t believe that’s the case. I think I’m simply bored.
You may have noticed that my posts have been sparse since the first of the year. My desire to cook and make a mess in the kitchen just isn’t there. I’m past the cook for my family every night and share these wonderful recipes stage of life and I don’t know where to go “blog-wise”. I have enjoyed this for 6 years. I even write a weekly food column for several newspapers. I have had opportunities to do a few magazine articles and small cookbooks for the newspaper readers. It has been fun. However, Not Just Sunday Dinner has six years worth of recipes. What more could anyone want? Is it time to stop? Is it time to change my direction? Should I start bringing you meal plans, or maybe easy recipes?
Your opinion matters to me, and I am begging for your input! What would you like to see? What brings you to my site and what will keep you coming to my site? Please help me out on this one.