Not in any particular order but that's essentially been my life since my Dad died. Dad was a businessman. Along time ago, back in the late 70's, he had an idea for simplifying the procurement process for managing materials in the oil/gas industry which he worked in. Think big. North Sea oil rigs. Anyway, he then spent several years designing a system (CAPS - computer aided procurement system); got a top notch software programmer on board and started his own business. It has greatly evolved since then obviously.
More importantly to us, is the knowledge that Dad would be proud of us. His girls. I've often had people say to me, including my Mum, that I'm "my father's daughter". Oh yes indeed. It appears that I may well be! Just a little bit anyway. His shoes are too big to fill. I'm not saying I could ever be who he was in his role as a businessman but I know I'm more capable than I believe I ever could be. I know I can achieve more than I ever thought possible. It means I can reach for my goals and dreams with a new gusto.
In the middle of all that, I managed to find a little time to paint. Slow but sure. I've found a new love... painting portraits. Again, something from my Dad. He was an artist. I have the most wonderful memories of him sketching and then painting. The smell of oils will always remind me of my Dad! I now have a new goal. I want to do portraits of my kids and my grandchildren. Ambitious, yes. I'm excited about it. It's something so far removed from my every day life at the moment so is a great escape. And a nod to my Dad. Another way to remember him and honour all that he taught me when I was little and in my teens but only now can appreciate!
It seems appropriate to me today to make this post. His birthday. I love you, Dad and I miss you so much. Happy Birthday!