Skip to main content

Taking The First Step...

Ahh Friday once again.  I am so ready for the weekend.

So last night, I was so exhausted that I actually couldn't sleep.  At 10, I decided to get up and make a coffee cake.  Kinda random, but it turned out pretty good.  Then I decided to turn the charm on and try to convince Ian to get up with Haley so I could get some sleep.  He agreed.

And guess what, she slept in.  Really kid.  I had to be up by 8:30 to get ready for my shift at the tanning salon.  I started to stir around 8 and noticed Ian wasn't up yet so I wondered if the monitor was turned up.  I checked it, and sure enough it was on and loud, and I heard...nothing.  She wasn't even cooing or stirring yet.  Figures.  

So it is Friday, which means I am at the tanning salon for a few hours.  Nothing too exciting about that besides the fact that it is pay day Friday.  If you get bored, you can always call the salon and hang up on me or solicit to me.  That seems to be the theme when I am working.  

I've got nothing planned for tonight, which is great because it seems like it is going to be a cold and yucky day, So a Redbox movie in, under the heating blanket sounds pretty good.  I need to get rested up for the weekend, because I feel as if it is going to be a busy yet fun weekend, followed by a busy week next week.  

Switching gears.  So I am still thinking about taking a few classes.  I missed the deadline for this session, but I am seriously considering it.  I wrote about this a few months ago:


So I won't just restate everything I already said.  I just need to make the leap.  

A few weeks ago, I wrote--kinda an essay- on a topic and submitted it and it was actually used.  I'm being vague because I'm actually kinda embarrassed about it. When I wrote it, I never imagined that it would be published to the public.   But it is nice to feel like my thoughts and perspectives mean something.  I know I don't have the skills in writing to do it professionally, but I do very much enjoy it.  On the other side of things, I am also very passionate about special needs.  I would love to find someway to advocate for children with special needs, but I have no idea where to start.  If I can somehow combine those two passions, that would be great. 

The reason advocacy comes to mind is, for example, Kansas is looking to cut funding for the program that I work for which supports me working with my little buddy.  Which means, a lot of families with special needs are at risk of loosing their services in the near future.  

I don't know, just a few things I have been thinking on.  I guess I just need to dive-in and take action.  I just don't know where to start...

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Fruit & Root Connection: Tangled Up

Certainly, I've expressed my aversion to hyper-spiritualized language before. It often feels contrived, lacking authenticity—a facade of piety. Perhaps it's projection. Maybe jealousy. Or it could stem from a sense of disillusionment with the Christian community. But every so often, amidst the noise, a truth resonates deeply. "There is a root and fruit connection between heart and behavior. People and situations do not determine our behavior; these things provide an occasion where our behavior reveals our hearts." - Instruments in the Redeemer's Hands I've been navigating through my anger, confronting myself in the mirror. What does this anger unveil about my own heart? Surely, they aren't as enraged with me. In fact, they probably don't spare me a second thought. If anything, they—as sincerely as they can muster—bemoan my status as an apostate. So pitiful. My fruit is anger. And too often, I'm tempted to point fingers elsewhere as the source of my...
Post a Comment
You Know You Want to Know More....>>

Should I Stay or Should I Go

At the time, deciding to leave felt like the most agonizing part of the whole ordeal. In hindsight, a few years of prayer journals were filled with distressing agony over desiring direction and reconciliation.  So much turmoil and emotional pain all the time. But we were constantly told that was to be expected. Hard was good. Hard truths. And iron sharpening iron. But in reality, We were all enduring death by a thousand paper-cuts. In reality, it was spiritual abuse.  In July of 2022, I sat in a lawn chair in California. It felt like a million miles from home.  We had been traveling the US, and hadn’t been home in weeks. I sat there, eating my bowl of chili.  As wonderful as the trip has been, I started to miss home. In my reflections. I counted my blessings. Home was good. Except one thing, I had a sense of dread when I thought about church. My chest would go tight. And my body felt shaky. I craved Jesus. I craved worship. I craved devotion. Being in God’s creation,...
Post a Comment
You Know You Want to Know More....>>

If Your Happy and You Know it Clap Your Hands....

Alright y'all, I need to post an actual blog post.  It's been awhile.I guess I have said " writers block".  Everytime I've sat down to blog, I've gotten this nasty attitude, like I just want to rant and complain.  I'm not a fan of giving a bad mood more than it deserves or letting people get on my nerves enough that it bleeds in my blog in the most passive-aggressive way possible.  So I won't go there this time.  Focusing on what I'm thankful for has been such a great practice, and has helped me avoid the above.  So here goes nothing.....I'll update a little bit on everthing I suppose.... Finally, life is beginning to slow down.I am so appreciative of the fact that the moving/settling in process is over ( only to do it all again in T minus 5 months....) In theory, there should be a big hole where our next house will be soon. For some reason I doubt that they will break ground this week, but I would be happy if they did...I'm stressed and ...
Post a Comment
You Know You Want to Know More....>>