tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14721981833658092802024-03-13T16:39:13.960-07:00My Upstream Lifesparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-90910921358395345172015-01-31T06:30:00.000-08:002015-01-31T06:30:00.707-08:00Real development is not leaving things behind, as on a road, but drawing life from them, as on a root.<br />
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G. K. Chestertonsparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-56745371028989174242015-01-26T17:40:00.000-08:002015-01-26T17:40:40.429-08:00Monday MuseTemple<br />
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They burned your temple to the ground<br />
Leaving but a few precious remains<br />
Enough though to begin<br />
The rebuilding process<br />
A germ, a gem of an idea<br />
Is all it took<br />
For me to see<br />
A vision of the future<br />
Splendid, glorious<br />
A living testament<br />
To the perspicacity of lovesparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-90175719274142117332015-01-24T18:51:00.001-08:002015-01-24T18:51:54.218-08:00Saturday says 4/52<p dir="ltr">Sometimes the questions are complicated and the answers are simple.<br>
Dr. Seuss</p>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-38185887423314145652015-01-19T06:00:00.000-08:002015-01-19T06:00:03.580-08:00Monday Muse 3/52May Days<div>
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In the twilight falling</div>
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I see the undersides of leaves</div>
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that bend and sway in evening winds</div>
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Standing at my window</div>
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watching a cloudy sunset</div>
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I can hear the wind through the glass</div>
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My heart stirs with each breath</div>
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but no message is relayed</div>
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forgotten memories of other windy nights</div>
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of other May days.</div>
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another older poem. </div>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-67275440590868711202015-01-18T11:28:00.000-08:002015-01-18T11:28:51.233-08:00It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52<div dir="ltr">
I didn't get home til late last <u>night</u>, and now I have a sort of forced moment of quiet while having my hair done. </div>
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Today's(well, yesterday's) thing I love is my new planner. My sister convinced me to get one. I love organizing things. Keeping them organized has always been the bigger issue. But i find sitting and organizing, sorting, to be therapeutic. It helps my ever busy brain take a moment to focus.</div>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-86978312026504820112015-01-18T11:00:00.000-08:002015-01-18T11:00:16.914-08:00Sunday Songs 3/52 <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/cFFBSSntZgs" width="560"></iframe><br />
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i was reminded recently that although I don't know what is written on the pages of my life, there is Someone who does. And trusting in that brings the greatest peace.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-58315845203393986292015-01-17T14:50:00.001-08:002015-01-17T14:50:05.234-08:00Saturday says 3/52<p dir="ltr">A friend is one to whom one may pour out the contents of one's heart, chaff and grain together, knowing that gentle hands will take and sift it, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness, blow the rest away.</p>
<p dir="ltr">George Eliot</p>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-75823452831325947272015-01-16T02:38:00.002-08:002015-01-16T02:38:48.954-08:00Tuesday-Thursday 2/52I do apologize for the lack of posts this week. My work schedule has been quite full and I have come home quite tired. Last night we had a mini-party for P's birthday. He insisted we invite my sister and her family over, then promptly disappeared after he ate his ice cream cake. He seems happy with his birthday gift from me. I got him an ipod. He's finally discovering music and I helped him get an email account and I love that he randomly email's me with questions. I think he likes having that sort of access to me. And it saves him from having to actually come speak to me, ha.<br />
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I do have a post planned for Friday, but I may not be able to post it till tomorrow. Because it's arriving in the mail today and I don't know when I shall be home today. I am hopefully going out to dinner with a friend. I found a real life kpop friend, so she and I are going to have korean barbecue. ah, fangirl life.<br />
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So that's me this week. M is feeling better, but still not acting completely nice, he got spoiled while he was sick and he wants that to last forever. I can't blame him, but I am tired of breaking up fights between him and P.<br />
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anyways. I hope you are all having a lovely week. I can smell my coffee has brewed and I have much to do before I wake the children. So long for now.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-13582100411133910422015-01-12T07:00:00.000-08:002015-01-12T07:00:07.596-08:00Monday Muse 2/52Son<br />
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too much<br />
I remember the touch<br />
of your tiny hand<br />
holding my breast<br />
a bottle you gripped<br />
and the pull of milk<br />
the heavy ponderous<br />
weight when you would cry<br />
and I can still feel the ache<br />
of need and want<br />
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I used to lean over your crib<br />
to watch you breathe<br />
a different sort of ache<br />
until I handed you<br />
over to God because<br />
He is a better mother than I.<br />
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Now we look eye<br />
to eye and you<br />
need a different sort<br />
of sustenance from me<br />
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Today is my oldest child's 14th birthday. I do not know where the years have gone. Happy Birthday, my dear Doodle. I am so proud of you and so glad to be your mother.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-56255075045755162682015-01-11T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-11T10:00:01.147-08:00Sunday Songs 2/52<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/SqE2lo865II" width="560"></iframe><br />
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I think this is my favorite song off the new album.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-92016154433150283362015-01-10T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-10T10:00:00.120-08:00Saturday Says 2/52<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“I learned this, at least, by my experiment: that if one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life which he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/10264.Henry_David_Thoreau" style="background-color: white; color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-decoration: none;">Henry David Thoreau</a><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">, </span><i style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/2361393" style="color: #666600; text-decoration: none;">Walden: Or, Life in the Woods</a></i>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-28384431728171233232015-01-09T20:18:00.001-08:002015-01-10T08:37:16.338-08:00It's Friday, I'm in love 2/52<div dir="ltr">
I love little random trinkets and charms. They make me smile and think happy thoughts. </div>
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sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-70065052565162768502015-01-08T16:29:00.001-08:002015-01-08T16:29:49.187-08:00Thursday Thoughts 1/52<p dir="ltr">No thoughts today. I'm too tired. </p>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-10838522171052952302015-01-08T16:26:00.001-08:002015-01-08T16:28:44.254-08:00Wednesday What-nots 1/52<p dir="ltr">M's mri came out fine. He has a pineal cyst, but the dr. doesn't think it's a problem. I am, of course, relieved. But still wondering what's causing him to see things. I am hoping once his sinus infection clears up the hallucinations will as well. </p>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-65289236344014084922015-01-06T19:54:00.001-08:002015-01-06T19:57:03.528-08:00Tuesday tidbits 1/52<p dir="ltr">I spent all day at the dr. with m. He had the flu last month and has been hallucinating ever since. He had an MRI done.</p>
<p dir="ltr">We should get results tomorrow.</p>
<p dir="ltr">It's been a long day.</p>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-29202913280216794702015-01-05T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-05T10:00:01.477-08:00Monday Muse 1/52<div class="MsoNormal">
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<o:p>Street Preacher</o:p></div>
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I was born in the Great Surplus<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of 2119<o:p></o:p></div>
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Abandoned to my own devices<o:p></o:p></div>
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I wandered aimlessly<o:p></o:p></div>
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Through city streets<o:p></o:p></div>
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For one whole<o:p></o:p></div>
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Year I stood and watched<o:p></o:p></div>
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The people walking by<o:p></o:p></div>
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Scurrying to and fro<o:p></o:p></div>
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Lacked purpose<o:p></o:p></div>
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I followed a man<o:p></o:p></div>
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With a purposeful stride<o:p></o:p></div>
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To his place of business<o:p></o:p></div>
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And heard him yell<o:p></o:p></div>
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Buy! Sell!<o:p></o:p></div>
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But it was not<o:p></o:p></div>
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What I was looking for.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I followed a child to <o:p></o:p></div>
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a multicolored playground<o:p></o:p></div>
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But I could not join<o:p></o:p></div>
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in their fun<o:p></o:p></div>
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I walked to the countryside<o:p></o:p></div>
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And heard a lovely noise<o:p></o:p></div>
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In a little<o:p></o:p></div>
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White building.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I went in<o:p></o:p></div>
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Was greeted<o:p></o:p></div>
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With joyous exclamation<o:p></o:p></div>
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They lay their<o:p></o:p></div>
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Anointed hands on me<o:p></o:p></div>
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Leaving streaks<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of golden colored salvation<o:p></o:p></div>
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And took me to the corner<o:p></o:p></div>
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Of 8<sup>th</sup> and Elm<o:p></o:p></div>
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The exquisite pain<o:p></o:p></div>
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As they bolted me in place<o:p></o:p></div>
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Was superseded by the <o:p></o:p></div>
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Bliss reverberating<o:p></o:p></div>
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Through me<o:p></o:p></div>
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Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at hand!<o:p></o:p></div>
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Countless days, nights<o:p></o:p></div>
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I am beaten, battered<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I count it joy<o:p></o:p></div>
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How many years? <o:p></o:p></div>
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I lost track<o:p></o:p></div>
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Until one Monday morn</div>
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<o:p></o:p>When the dawn approached<o:p></o:p></div>
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A trumpet sounds<o:p></o:p></div>
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And the redeemed rise to <o:p></o:p></div>
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Meet the man in the sky<o:p></o:p></div>
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I try to rise, too<o:p></o:p><br />
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But the bolts<o:p></o:p></div>
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Won’t let me<o:p></o:p></div>
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And I see the lost<o:p></o:p></div>
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Running through the streets<o:p></o:p></div>
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Looking to be found<o:p></o:p></div>
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And they stand before me<o:p></o:p></div>
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As I tell them once again<o:p></o:p></div>
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Repent! For the Kingdom of God is at Hand!<o:p></o:p><br />
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*i wrote this around 2008 as a response to something I had read on a Christian speculative fiction website<br />
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**welcome to monday muse, wherein I share something I've written</div>
sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-90909156715582065852015-01-04T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-04T10:00:01.377-08:00Sunday Songs 1/52<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="//www.youtube.com/embed/myHWD6Pch8U" width="560"></iframe><br />
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I first heard this song at work after I had been talking to a friend about the fear of talking to God. This song came on just after that conversation, and well, it seemed a bit fitting. I had no idea who sang it, but fortunately she did, and it's now a favorite.sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-16147008314931361322015-01-03T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-03T10:00:00.675-08:00Saturday Says1/52<span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">“Hope</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Smiles from the threshold of the year to come, </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Whispering 'it will be happier'...” </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #181818; font-family: georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">― </span><span style="color: #666600; font-family: georgia, serif;"><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px;">Alfred Tennyson</span></span>sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-33843348409701241662015-01-02T10:00:00.000-08:002015-01-02T10:00:00.766-08:00It's Friday, I'm in Love 1/52quite simply, things I love. of course i begin with johnny flynn<br />
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Happy New Year's Day!!<br />
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I hope everyone had a lovely evening last night.<br />
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It's a New Year, and there are New things to look forward to, to experience, to do.<br />
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I have a few tricks up my sleeve for the new year, but I will share them at a later time, once they've sort of settled into place. I've spent today cleaning, so perhaps that is a positive way to begin my new year, ha.<br />
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I would like to start blogging every day again. See if I can make it a full year. I will probably do it similarly to before, a theme for every day.<br />
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Thanks to anyone who has wandered over!<br />
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<br />sparrowhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04088949401163619052noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1472198183365809280.post-53206898464471661852014-12-10T10:00:00.000-08:002014-12-10T10:00:02.531-08:00Hello? Is there anyone out there? I do apologize. I have, as always, had good intentions in blogging more, but they have not come to fruition.<br />
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But tonight I find myself sitting quietly in a sort of sick room vigil, two of the children are quite ill, and I thought, perhaps, I should write something. so. here I am. writing something.<br />
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ummmmmmm<br />
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so. life update? I am working full time now as an assistant manager. Its not my dream job, by any means, but I am finding a sort of joy in it, and it pays the bills and gives me health insurance. so that's good.<br />
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I am still finding myself a bit. this new me is sometimes a stranger and sometimes a friend. i've come so very far in the past year. learning. healing. finding joy. finding hope. finding new friends, growing with old ones.<br />
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the most fun thing has been revamping my wardrobe. I get a generous discount, and I use it frequently, lol. The only bad thing (which isn't bad at all) is that after I started working full time and bought new clothes, I started losing weight like crazy. I've gone down almost 3 sizes since June. it was unexpected, but welcome nonetheless. I feel much better in general.<br />
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I still have a long journey ahead of me, but looking back over this past year, I can really see how I've grown and changed and I am pleased so far with where I see myself heading in the future.<br />
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