The past few days… no check that, the past few weeks have been a bit of a roller coaster ride in my life.

On December 23, 2024 my husband’s father passed away. He’d long battled with COPD and clearly was never getting better, but after a short hospital stay he came home to hospice care. One short week after that he took his final breath and left this life to be reunited with his wife and Jesus. I’m sad for my husband, the feelings, the loss, the what’s next in a long list of things to be done. I am happy for Ken, his father. No more suffering, struggling for breath and the helpless feeling of your lungs just giving up on you. I’m happy that he has a new eternal body, and will have an eternity in heaven.

We knew it was coming, someday, but the intention was that it would not happen for a while. You’re never ready for death… sudden or not, at Christmas time or the middle of August, it’s just not something anyone is really EVER ready for.

Work.

It’s filled with ups and downs, some days are on and some days just aren’t. While my intention is to always roll with the punches, there are days where I find it’s a challenge. Sometimes I feel like I am really winning and then out of no where comes a gut punch. Losing a bid, missing an opportunity, feeling like you take one step ahead only to take two steps back. Can I get an Amen?

Today, my work bestie and I were going to do a LinkedIn Live presentation about giving a master elevator pitch and how to create it, only to find we hadn’t done the backbone to the technology piece of it to bring it to life. So in McGyver fashion… we did a Google Meet and carried on, not in the way we intended, but we were capable of executing… so it’s a win. Sort of.

Home.

Filled with ups and downs, and then some more downs. Today we have a water leak that originates in our upstairs bathroom and has made its way downstairs to the kitchen. Ugh…

Christmas decor has finally made it back into boxes and bins but still sits in the middle of the living room floor.

Getting my father-in-laws memorial arrangements made, getting his home ready to sell, donate clothes or not, what to do with eighty years of living…. what to do with paperwork, and boy howdy, there’s a lot!

Here’s the deal.

My mojo is being pushed and tested in all of the ways and all at the same time. And I’ve learned that my mojo is fleeting, it ebbs and flows like a river. I’ve also realized I need to fight for my mojo. I need to protect her, like I would my child. I need her, she needs me, we’re dependent on each other to get through life. And that… my friends got me here, on this page writing about what’s troubling me today, where am I losing? Where am I winning and what can I do to feel like I have some modicum of control.

I’m winning. I’ll keep winning.

I’m winning because I have a support system to make it through the tough days, and a support system to fist bump with for the wins too.

I’ll leave you with an article I found helpful: What To Do When Your Mojo Is a No-Go.

Enjoy, and let me know your best tips and tricks for keeping your Mojo humming…: Embracing Life’s Ups and Downs: Finding Your Mojo