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One Click

Friday, November 10th, 2017

Yipes.

The fewest words can mean the most. The smallest searches can yield the most meaningful results.

Staying in pajamas rather than getting dressed first thing in the morning can change the whole outcome of a day.

Reading a scripture verse that means a lot to me rather than thirty minutes trying to find the meaning of Leviticus can be so different even though they both come from the Book Of Life.

These are the things I’m meditating upon this morning as I’ve missed days on the Blog Every Day of November challenge and flopped on my goal to fast 48 hours at 32.

All of these choices can be seen or of be any consequence to anyone aside from myself unless I let any go on without alteration for too long.

If I end this post right now it’ll just be the ramblings of someone who had too much soy this morning, to her non existent audience.

Know what? I’m going stop searching the stereotypes of tongue piercings, realizing it’d probably be a waste of $60 and make people think I’m an oral sex addict if I had it done.
I’m going to take a shower and put on a cute, bordering on sexy dress, smile at myself in the mirror.
I’m going to restart my fasting app. I’m going to read Isaiah 25:8. I’m going to clean the kitchen, put away laundry and vacuum. I’m going to make myself a cup of tea, and sit down and read a chapter of Leviticus. Once I finish that cup of tea, I’ll close my bible and think about what I’m going to make for dinner. It’ll be something my family will love, something also that I can resist eating because I’m going to make that 48hr fast happen. All of this will happen, without anyone seeing or wondering why.

One click, one moments choice to take the day in another direction can mean everything to me and nothing to anyone else. If I stay in my pajamas, leave my bible closed, everything may not happen. If I followed that path then I would deserve being asked what I’d done all day and it’d be a thing. What did I do?

Oh, I’m looking forward to the mail coming, because I ordered some adorable earrings. In one click, because ordering online is that easy. <3 And now, non existent audience, goodbye. I'll see you back here next time. Make good choices, live an orderly day. Make someone smile, keep your environment clean and just stay happy. There's no second chances at today, and tomorrow's a story that you'll get to write...have the courage to make tomorrow's story amazing...only you have the power to do so, noticed or not. [caption id="attachment_9587" align="aligncenter" width="441"] A yesterday, 2015.[/caption]

Busy, at last!

Friday, April 28th, 2017

(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.

not enough yet

Wednesday, March 15th, 2017

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.

Backspace

Monday, March 21st, 2016

Confession. I keep backspacing perfectly OK posts. Perhaps I’ll sentence myself to a daily paragraph to stay challenge.
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Moving Forward, First Steps.

Friday, March 4th, 2016

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.
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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.