Something happened this past week. My life is about to change and it is a welcome change. I received a fat envelope in the mail and a letter opening with the line: "Congratulations! As a qualified candidate for the Diagnostic Medical Sonography- Cardiac Track Program, it is my pleasure to invite you to join the program beginning January 30, 2009." (!!!) Now, I am in the midst of making decisions and accomplishing tasks. Deciding where to live... Deciding to split my time between Portland and Merced because classes are held only on Friday's for the first year. OR deciding to take the plunge without guaranteed employment. I'm enrolling in CPR courses and purchasing textbooks. I'm trying to quiet my mind and listen to my heart. Fear is overtaking my being at one moment and relief the next.



I'm making my first quilt. It's a dream I've had for a long time and one that I honestly thought would never happen. I'm making this quilt without any real help; it's coming together with intuition, internet searches, and a book entitled The Modern Day Quilter. I am so proud of my work. Cutting rectangles for hours. Sewing blocks together with a sewing machine. Quilting three layers together by hand. It's a gift for someone I love and worth every needle prick on my left index finger.