(Unable to insert any photos…maybe my blog needs an update)
Much of my life feels like chugging through stuff, same routine, mind mulling through different things while routine pretty much really is the same ebbing maybe with the kids stages of life. Currently we’re at ages 5 through 10, which is pretty big considering that in the fall I’ll have everyone in school for the first time–AJ in Kindergarten, Koen in 2nd, Carly (who has been homeschooling this year) in 4th, and Deeder in 5th grade. As for me, I’m subbing now in schools without our district which puts me so far in three elementary schools and the high school.
Learning to drive still remains a goal that I haven’t achieved. Last summer I got to drive quite a bit, but it wasn’t super residential roads much less the highway. Darren tells me that everyone gets in an accident, which I’m really not into considering I kinda have a lot at stake with my mama duties and all, the whole balance of risk and benefit really isn’t super in favor of driving.
I am ever thankful for Darren. He really keeps the boat of life afloat. Not only does he take the kids to their activities, he does the grocery shopping, works hard to supply us with everything we need, keeps us on track spiritually and is a true and faithful husband and friend to me. And life carries on, comfortable, blessed and with a future just full of growth and blessing.
I’m happy, health really could not ask for more.
I’m going back tomorrow to get more hair taken off. At first I was thinking I’d have Heidy shave up higher along the side and try to convince her I ought to get her time and skill free of charge, but then realized it was more a case of my changing perspective than of her giving me an unsatisfactory result which would really be the only warrant to get anything free. Also, she’s been my stylist for as long as I’ve lived here and totally could be charging me more than she does anyway…no need to chance a perfectly good relationship!
Here’s the three options I’m looking at. I know they’re all quite different for one another. From the girl with the Pokémon tattoo being the most extreme to the girl with the dangle earing to the heavy layers on top early 2000’s do.
My 9 year old says that the Pokémon cut would make me look like a psychopath, so that one may be marked off as an alter ego. As for heavy bangs, I’ve done that before, although I had less side layers and remember not liking it…that was way back 6 or so years done by me during a growing out time as a reaction to being self conscious about my high hairline. And on the subject of hairlines, the sidecut going all the way up to my natural part on the one side would accentuate my widows peak.
At any rate, I’ll post pictures on Friday.
Confession. I keep backspacing perfectly OK posts. Perhaps I’ll sentence myself to a daily paragraph to stay challenge.
Hey! So, not writing every day doesn’t mean I’m distracted by other websites, it means I’ve been getting in more intentional physical fitness than ever before. Interestingly, rather than dropping pounds, I have gained four. Know what though, I am building up endurance and continue to press forward. This can only make me a better person, moving around more gives me more energy, coincidentally helping me do a better job keeping up with everything I need to do in my life that not so long ago I was struggling to hang on to.
When I’m not sleeping or eating, cleaning or volunteering up at the school I’m working out and that’s fantastic. The point of feeling that taking time for myself being selfish is behind me. My kids think that my working out is awesome and often join in which is wonderful.
Thanks for reading, and I hope you’re trying to live your healthiest year ever and finding support for that. I’m remembering that doing it for myself is enough, doing it for health is enough.
I am lonely for my zest for writing. What gave me excitement that I could put through my fingertips and feel purpose? What gave me passion and energy. I miss me.
I want to close my eyes, let my chin drop to my chest relax my muscles and let whatever is holding me fall away. Long ago my photos to capture precious passing moments have closed. The camera is lost. Shutter speed no longer matters.
I signed up for Angel Tree with Reece’s Rainbow again and have plans on a craft to make, and am nearly done collecting the supplies I need. There will be a Damsels in Defense fundraiser and hopefully a successful T-shirt design created and effectively marketed to collectively raise my financial goal. The little girl that I have signed up to sponsor is a 12 year old from Latvia who has been living in an orphanage since 2005. Her name is Aurora. Isn’t she beautiful? Last year God showed how he works by bringing my child of Angel Tree 2013 beyond the $1,000 goal and now home to a family. I’m hungry to see Jesus perform that miracle again.
I have my husband and loving children, a home, clothing, food, a Lord Jesus. What lack I? Faith? I dare you to say I don’t trust God for everything. He’s my redemption and my comfort, my sustenance through everything. I just wish I knew what it was that I’m struggling against.