I posted just last week about not knowing what I want to be when I grow up. – Read: When I Grow Up I Wanna Be a Firetruck.
I can’t get this off my mind. I have been thinking and thinking and mulling this idea over in my head and my heart. It all boils down to, “Why did I ever stop doing the things I loved?”
The only tangible reason I can think of was that I was worried about getting hurt.
Continue reading “Little Miss Humble? Or Mister Big Ego?”
Yes, I realize it has been a long time. No excuses from me and no questions from you, alright?
I am going to be 34 years old in two weeks.
In two weeks time, I am going to not just be jobless, but also careerless. If you don’t understand the difference between the two, let me explain:
Job = temporary work placement that is not necessarily in the field of choice you desire, but hey, at least it is employment!
Career = an assembly of all the jobs you have taken in a certain field that provides opportunity for advancement, personal growth and knowledge.
I am not excited to be entering this year of my life with yet another ball of feelings telling me I am not accomplishing what I am supposed to be doing.
I am more confused than ever, actually.
Continue reading “When I Grow Up I Wanna be a Firetruck”
I met Jenelle serendipitously. We both went to a women’s retreat thinking we were in store for a relaxing weekend and ready to have a bit fun. What we came away with was a core group of amazing women who went through some astounding soul-changes in the course of fewer than 72 hours. We created a sisterhood and bonds that can never be broken.
I think Jenelle and I would both agree that we come across as opposites. I am in your face and have the need to be in the spotlight. Jenelle is reserved and an observer.
What we have in common is more important.
Continue reading ““You Are Safe” – Jenelle’s Awakening (Guest Post)”
Handmade. I am about to scare the shit out of some of you.
My recent post (Check it out by Clicking Here “Journey is not a Buzz Word”) gave a little glimpse into my recent thoughts and wanderings, but a glimpse is not nearly as scary as jumping in with both feet.
I love handmade things.
I can feel the love someone has put into creating something. The time spent thinking about a loved one while they create a special gift for them is much more valuable than any monetary token.
Continue reading “Handmade with Love”