Blessing #7: Jesus, Blue Skies, Dry Heat & Trips down Memory Lane

Today, has been a roller coaster of emotions for me.

The day began hot and cloudless the sun bathing down on the front garden like a magnifying glass refracting light, in a most piercing manner.

I started my day with coffee, which was good. I’ve been browsing around for coffee deals as this wedding planning is not nearly done. And ya know for planning and college classes, everyday, sometimes you just need a little perk up! I love African coffee and notes of chocolate, yes please!

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I sure didn’t start the day in a very healthy way, skipping breakfast.

I guess, nowadays, with my IBS it seems harder for me to eat because if I eat something that’s now low-fodmap I sometimes, literally double over in pain.

So, I became overwhelmed about my college financial aid, which, imagine my luck, I was chosen for financial verification. Which is a random selection… Arrgh. Skipping breakfast and having that to deal with that, I was such an emotional mess by 9:30 am. Thankfully, my

dear fiancĂ© held me while I cried. He’s so good and loving!

Then we prayed our morning Novena’s together, which is always such a beautiful and unifying thing for us.

That I think was the change I needed for my day to become brighter.

After we prayed, he went off to work and I was able to sit down and really get down to the nitty-gritty of my college class.

Which, I worked on for much of the afternoon and got a couple of assignments outta’ the way. Which was actually surprisingly successful! To my great relief. I scored a B on my 8 page APA essay, which I was happily surprised with.

I’ve been having some pain in my feet recently which I think is due to the heat, perhaps. I painted my toes for the first time in a coon’s age. I like the color it’s an ESSIE quick dry nail color.

I am absolutely thrilled about my fiance getting a teaching position at a high school. I think he’ll really enjoy that!

The wonderful thing is I have no idea where he’ll get a job and therefore where we’ll be living. I do hope we find out before August though. Being surprised about where you’ll be living is good. But being surprised about where you’ll be moving within a couple of days I think is a bit jarring.

Admittedly, I’m a little anxious about that.

In the early evening, I was able to go through some old boxes of mine in the attic and closets. What a treasure trove of different memories, I found, goodness! I used to be such an artist and I found so much of my art.

I also have this somewhat odd affinity for saving letters and cards that people have sent me. Kind of a bad habit, I guess. I even found my confirmation papers and several Catholic books about finding happiness while being single and prayers for your future husband. Golly gee, those books are all dog-eared and coffee stained. Haha, they sure served a purpose though! So, all in all, the trip down memory lane was one filled with great joy and many tears.

Well, until tomorrow my dear friends, I hope all is well 🙂

Building Bridges to Achieve Goals

I can hear the house shuttering against the wind. It’s quiet and the house is filled with peace and tranquility. I still alone and watch the birds flutter from tree to tree outside. The sun glares through my window and I feel the comfort of a warm sunny day inside.

I have been reading, assembling a dresser and organizing this morning. Very quiet activities and not an ounce of anxiety today. Silence does that for me. Getting away from the world in my own house is such a comforting thing for me, sometimes.

When I was young, I’d often run down to Beaver Creek a creek a little way down from my house. My father had built a bridge for me there. Hopefully, soon I will walk that bridge again.

. . .But, can I truly walk a bridge, when another one has developed?

I ponder this as I think of my upcoming wedding.

I’ve built a new bridge and time has passed. Even if I wanted to I couldn’t revisit that bridge of my childhood. I couldn’t now that I’m high past twenty.

As the years have gone by I’ve developed myself and built more bridges through college, friends, hobbies, and different cultures. I have friends from all over the world, now.

As I child and early teenager: I knitted, wrote, played in the creek and played the piano.

Now, as and adult: I organize, do household chores, finances, occasionally watercolor, read (textbooks mostly), and make dinner.

So, time has dragged me on like a minuet, playing softly in triple time.

But all through the years I have kept one thing. One persistent want—-dare I say, need, for myself. And that is writing.

When I was young I built a bridge into a little reporting journalism job. That bridge grew with my every CITY COUNCIL meeting, that dragged on in a grueling way. I worked really hard though and was soon promoted to write freelance articles.

I wrote about local agriculture, farm histories, interest articles spotlighting people or businesses. I once wrote a piece about the local animal shelter and city animal regulations. Fascinating story that I even had to go to the police office for more information. The police office was connected to the pound. I even got to write a couple artist promos where I had the privilege to interview

Building more bridges I took my work to another newspaper that I began writing for in 2018.

Writing brought me such clarity and to share that with others brought me such profound happiness.

I’m like a caged bird and writing sets me free!

Updates on Education


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My Type of Coffee

As I sip a steaming cup of strong dark Sumatran coffee I muse over my new e-textbook, “Mental Health and Case Management”.

Before I get into that, pigeons make the coolest noises. There’s a nest of them outside my window and I love hearing them while I’m writing. I think they’re rooting… or rather cooing, for me to finish my degree ;).

I am reading this book as a prerequisite for my degree in psychology. I intend to use this degree to pursue a Master’s in Counseling. I am thrilled to be pursuing this as I have always been intrigued with the counseling career, though, have struggled with self-confidence. By a stroke of coincidence, I began living in a household with a counseling student for a roomie. And thus gained the confidence I needed.

Back to the textbook. So far I’ve learned that case management is no 9-5, walk-in-the-park, kinda job. The time you need to dedicate to your clients is, as I’m guessing, quite exhausting. Case managers are essential to the psychiatric rehabilitation of an individual and are fundamental to their recovery.

The really wonderful part about this job, that I think is so in-line with my thinking, is respecting and empowering individuals. Celebrating small successes to give your clients hope and courage to strive to become better. This career is about giving your clients compassion and empathy everyday. Not to be overly BOLD in saying this but that is literally my calling card. I love loving people.

I haven’t finished the textbook yet, so more later. Next up I’m delving into a chapter on “Medications and Managing Psychotic Disorders”.

Good gravy this’ll be quite a coo.

Bubbles on my Latte and Pink Polish

My pastel pink nails clink against my coffee mug as I tap out the melody coming over the radio. I boldly face all the controversy and problems that lay ahead one word at a time.

The letters fall across my keyboard like a scrabble board game.

I look down at my notebook that has a quote by Benjamin Franklin. “Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.” I really like this quote and try to live a bold life.

Yesterday, was the Assumption of Our Lady, one of my favorite feast days. When the mother of God wails in pain as she gives birth to a Son that will rule the nations. But meanwhile, there’s a red 12-headed dragon, ready to swallow the baby. Quite a

So I take this to mean, in my life, that there are certain things that I want greatly but also come with great sacrifices. Including my hope to go back to college. As I sip my coffee I think about the possibilities. I think about my words, written and spoken.

Dreams often have a way of blotting up your life. Like a loaded calligraphy pen, pressed too hard against the paper. Making a line but blurring in a hundred off spurts: directions. That’s what it seems like at least. Bizarre and Beautiful as long as you can see the beauty in simple things.

Today is Saint Stephen of Hungary’s feast day. St. Stephen led many battles and was married to King Henry II’s sister, Gisella of Ungarn. He founded monasteries and dioceses. He patron saint against the death of children and of stone cutters.

So with dapples of Catholicism and big dreams,received_626271504545193.jpeg I step boldly into my day.

 

God Bless my readers walk with courage and strength!

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Returning to College in Scotland!

Oh, my dear friends I have to tell you the most grand thing!

I talked to my admissions counselor at the college I will be attending. I have decided to take one class and perhaps an internship over the Spring semester.

My trip to Scotland, is still in the works, but I’m shooting for November. I would be staying a whole month. Or longer.

So even though it’s still a rough outline of a trip I am soooooo excited. Its a dream, that may be getting closer! So let’s keep on celebrating.

The internship previously mentioned would be for my trip and it can be 1-3 credits! Besides that with the internship I have the flexibility to study whatever my heart pleases in Scotland.

It will be such a grand adventure!

“We few we happy few we band of brothers.” (I just love that poem and what better poem to remember when thinking of Scotland, haha.

Scotland!

If you have any general travel comments or comments on Scotland, please I would love to hear them. Please comment below.

For now,

God Bless

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School and New Opportunities

The window was open last night which led to chilly dreams and not enough sleep. I am awake now and breathing in the delicious scents of coffee that fill my kitchen. Ahhh… home, what a wonderful place. I think there’s something about being from somewhere; like an innate feeling deep inside that just makes you feel nice. Your home might not be the nicest but there’s something about home that makes up for the discomfort. If that makes any sense at all.

Today I am teaching. Whoot! Whoot! At my grade school. Which in the past, honestly has been kind of rocky. But I guess one can expect that from a school where you had a lot of the same teachers growing up.

Last week, when teaching I had a kid trying to cut himself with scissors in art class and a boy peed his pants during recess. Teaching is an interesting and ever-changing occupation, let me tell you. New challenges every day.

Currently, I’m working on obtaining my bachelors. Hello, summer classes! I’ve honestly thought about going into teaching as a career. But I’m not sure it would make me as happy as say going into art or becoming an author.

But in the same breath, I suppose you could do both. Teaching seems pretty versatile now that I think about it.

Hurrah, I love accomplishing things people doubt I can do. Growing up I was an I.E.P. kid and put with special ed all the time. Sometimes I feel like my life thus far has been fledged with the “you’re not good enough’s.”

But as a T.B.I. survivor or anyone going through depression or turmoil it’s easy to doubt your greatness. So, I’m here to say Hurrah! You can do it, you’re amazing. Today, you’re going to set the world on fire! Don’t let the “I can’ts” and “If’s” get you down. You’re amazing, YOU WERE MADE TO DO THIS!

So as I can assume my school day will be crazy chaotic and I might need another cup of coffee afterward…

Coffee and smiles. Let’s live this chaotic life.

Have a beautiful day!