Where Do I Lose It?

A whole entry.....lost. I'm still not sure how that happens when you save it, other than it didn't really save or it did but is floating around somewhere out in the cyber world.  But I would have a new entry needing to be constructed after the past couple of days anyway. I'm T-4 days from my trip departure, and even though its not what I had originally intended for this summer, I am rather electrified by the prospect of this whole adventure. And even though things have been heavy and swift this week, I am still rather electrified. It really couldn't have come at a more perfect time, I don't think. I mean, obviously, I don't always plan accordingly or timely, but it seems that I need it. NOW.
My patience does get tested with these kinda things. Accidents, hospitals, a stubborn father, a bumptious brother, mom, friends, a lot of details....that sounds like just about everything but it all seems to conglomerate under a particular circumstance or two. There are so many things I don't get freaked out about, and then some of the littlest things. Just like a trip that takes a complete turn in the opposite direction (literally), so does trauma and injury require a little bit of faith. 

Banking On a Myth

Well, hello. There has been quite a length of time between now and last time I've written. Written here at least. Some technical difficulties forced me to invest my words elsewhere, but the difficulties have somehow been resolved.  I can't say that in regards to all difficulties, only the one I've been experiencing with getting a post up.....
The past 6 months have been anything but smooth or without difficulty. To recount all that has occurred - from destructive students, to disagreements with co-workers, to planned trips and cancelled trips, to car issues, from how to make money this summer, to what to spend money on this summer - would be tedious and exhausting. Things are happening though, whether they are the things I was necessarily expecting or not at least I'm not sitting around all summer feeling sorry for myself. Things at school cleaned up relatively nicely, and I don't have fear or hostility awaiting for me when I return.
Its often hard to look at things and believe that they'll work themselves out. When you can't really see much further than what's right in front of you, how do you know what's going to be for you down the road?

It's having faith, believing that somehow this frustrating burden will alleviate and leave you the better. Or at least not abandon you with nothing. Its hard not to think that it will; to tell the lies that that's just what they are: lies.   

I'm excited about the rest of the summer and what it has to hold. 

Where Are the Cool Kids?

"You're young, you're single..." Then why am I not out at a party with all the other young, single people? Instead, I'm on the couch in my PJs with a bottle of wine and some Redbox movies...cause that's what the young and single and cool people do.
I maybe should have gone out tonight, but really just couldn't bring myself to do it. It wouldn't have been a night with just a few close friends, rather a bunch of strangers and awkward conversations trying to catch up people who may have been a part of my life at some time...and that doesn't necessarily spell out FUN to me. Plus, the weather create some major road problems and has had people bumper to bumper and scrambling to find alternate routes to their destinations, and that doesn't spell FUN to me either.
See, I have my excuses. I don't know how good they are or if I'm just putting forth a sorry effort to continue this recess of isolation. Because that really is what most of this break has consisted of - a lot of me and little of anyone else. I know, and we could speak of healthy or unhealthy all we want but as soon as I'm required to go back to work on Monday and be surrounded by people all the time, I'll want my own time again. So I've been mostly guiltless in my long gym visits, late night movies and reads, late sleep-ins, YouTube binges, morning lattes, store roaming, and really, whatever else I feel up to. Like venturing into Illinois for a unexpected breakfast and a 10am movie.

Be My Guest

When one of your BFFs since you were in diapers needs a place to crash on the weekend, you don't hesitate...even if she does have her four kids in tow. Four kids, 6 years old and under, packed into a one bedroom apartment with a love seat. There were blankets and pillows strewn across the floor, along with books, dvds, magazines, pretzels, crayons, papers, pencil shavings (yes), grapes, and a pile of tears and "no"s tossed in the corner. Somehow, it was manageable. They all fell asleep when they were supposed to and stayed there until they were supposed to, and though they weren't necessarily where they were supposed to all the other times, there was nothing broken when they left here. No computer or record or picture frame or bones.

And one of the most meaningful conversations I've had with Steph in a long time may have occured also. Not that our conversations typically aren't; we just don't see each other often enough that most of conversations have to be catch up - what have you been up to? But this conversation actually veered towards beliefs, spiritually and Biblically, and I realized how much I need those conversations.
Just the comfort and, thus, honesty that comes with that kind of friendship....

Give a Girl the Day Off...

Vacuumed the floors.
Mopped the floors.
Scrubbed both sinks, and counters.
Scrubbed the tub.
Took out all trash.
Cleaned out pantry.
Sprayed entrances with bug spray.
Cleaned coffee pot.
Did all dishes.
Organized books.
Finished a book.
Wrote 2 blogs.
Made a journal entry.
Two and half hour workout at the gym.
Shopping lists. And shopping. 
Made a killer dinner.
Watched a movie.

Even So

"The sight of all that time-worn stone, shaped grain by grain over thousands and thousands of years, made it seem like the place had been created by a very patient God." - Half Broke Horses

Goodness gracious. Goodness and graciousness. Work has been much busier lately. More work and less working out, which puts my in a bit of a tizzie. But the drain of extra running around combined with not eating healthy didn't do me any service as far as trying to get to the gym. I've felt a bit...crabby. That's really the only way to say it, and I can't quite put my finger on why. I've been spending a lot of time with people, but I don't think its been necessarily enjoyable time. Certian encounters might have made me a bit leary; feeling like people want control over everything or let me know that they know everything or just questioning everything. Maybe I'm just incredibly defensive, but I don't know if I'm being very nice.  I'm short and corrective, even to people who don't deserve it. I'm avoiding hanging out with people. The turn-around needs to happen; me being more conscious of my vibe and energy before I start becoming people's target. Or before I just get bitter.