One moment, please
The most ironic part of life is that we can only live it one moment at a time. And that we are so rarely in that moment. We are not thinking of how our heart is beating and our lungs are filling with air. We are not thinking of the bite of hamburger we are chewing on. We are thinking about the past, and about the future. Neither of which we can currently change. To a certain point. (But that's the point of another blog, I think).
I just finished another journal. It's number 36, I believe. On Deccember 20th of last year I was working as a House Manager for Chrysalis. I had the craziest schedule possible, between training new staff (because other staff like to quit, because it's a very demanding and difficult job) and accommodating staff for their holiday leave requests, and staff getting colds/sick. I wrote in my journal:
All I need is a pocket full of miracles. And a hamper full of hope. And a purse crammed with perspective. Trying to predict my future is a useless deception. What will 2016 bring? Ron said last night that the chance of us moving is at 50%. Too many unknowns. I know I need a break or a change at work. Or of jobs. I know I need to do a better job of counting my blessings! I have so many blessings here in Cedar City.
Aw, how cute to look back. I had no clue that I would be able to change to a new and outstanding job in the same field, and move to Costa Rica. I wanted to visit my Mom in Samara, but couldn't even try to dream of being able to stay.
Now I am living the dream. Which is a wooden sign that I used to have in my living room in Cedar City. What should I dream of next? I have a new dream board. I just took an empty frame and filled it with words. Pictures are better, but I forgot I was learning to draw, and there are no magazines laying around. On the top right corner is says: BLOG. Success!! I've got one thing down pat. I'm usually really good at ideas, not so much with the execution. Or follow up. Like with drawing. I did it for... 5 whole days. I bought some snorkeling equipment and brought it back here on Nov 4th. I've used it twice. Of course, we just recently found the best snorkel spot, and we have plans to go today - in my defense. Also, when it rains hard, the rivers dump a lot of debris into the bay, and then the water is too murky. Plus, it's better in the sunshine, which we didn't have any for a week. Ok? So there.
I'm actually very excited today, I interrupted my Spanish lessons to bring you this blog. I started it for my children, and they don't actually read it. But I'm going to keep going anyway, because One Day they will. I'm sure of it. The interesting part is that even if they don't, I'm about to celebrate 300 pageviews. I was at 294 when I started this post. A blog is just a glorified monologue, but it helps me share my life with people since I moved to another country. Permanently?
Also, be warned, I have a new goal to write about a friend. To just randomly pick a friend, and honor our friendship on this blog. The catch is, my friends have to be patient until it's their turn. Because it may be a long lost friend, it may be a random friend, I can't go in order of importance. All of my friends are important to me. But if you want to be on the short list, send me an instant message through Facebook, and then I can put you on my radar. My 3 best friends of all time, though, are equal. It includes my mother Angel Andreasen. My daughter Kiara Mitchell. And the most accepting person I've ever met, my Sister From Another Mister, Deann Woodruff. Funny. My Mom has known me my whole life. I've known Kiara her whole life. Deann, well, I've only known here for about 20 years. But the funny thing is, I have almost never ever argued with Deann. We have this amazing ability to state our different opinions with the utmost respect and love. And beyond all of this, is my husband Ron Hamblin. The dynamics that we have is beyond my ability to explain.
But for today, I'm thinking of Dawn Little. I'm not even sure if she reads this blog. But I told her I was looking for ideas for my blog, because I get lost and or/crazy without a focus. She said to write ideas and topics on pieces of paper and put them in a jar. And I did. That very day. And today I pulled out the piece of paper that said: Last Christmas. Dawn is also a creative thinker. And a hyper positive person like me. I met her at church 3.5 years ago, when I moved to Cedar City, Utah. Dawn is a big ray of sunshine, starting with her constant smile. It's not that we were the closest friends, it's that she was always so good to me. Of all of the people in that congregation, she is one of the only 3 I actually text with now, 3 months later, in another country. She is one of the people that I share spiritual moments with. Dawn will go down in my History as one of the best over all Encouragers. Cheerleader. Supporter. Hopeful-er. She would appreciate that I invented a new word for her. She does not get tired of being happy for me. I have many good friends, and I'm lucky that Dawn is one of them. Thank you Dawn.
I just finished another journal. It's number 36, I believe. On Deccember 20th of last year I was working as a House Manager for Chrysalis. I had the craziest schedule possible, between training new staff (because other staff like to quit, because it's a very demanding and difficult job) and accommodating staff for their holiday leave requests, and staff getting colds/sick. I wrote in my journal:
All I need is a pocket full of miracles. And a hamper full of hope. And a purse crammed with perspective. Trying to predict my future is a useless deception. What will 2016 bring? Ron said last night that the chance of us moving is at 50%. Too many unknowns. I know I need a break or a change at work. Or of jobs. I know I need to do a better job of counting my blessings! I have so many blessings here in Cedar City.
Aw, how cute to look back. I had no clue that I would be able to change to a new and outstanding job in the same field, and move to Costa Rica. I wanted to visit my Mom in Samara, but couldn't even try to dream of being able to stay.
Now I am living the dream. Which is a wooden sign that I used to have in my living room in Cedar City. What should I dream of next? I have a new dream board. I just took an empty frame and filled it with words. Pictures are better, but I forgot I was learning to draw, and there are no magazines laying around. On the top right corner is says: BLOG. Success!! I've got one thing down pat. I'm usually really good at ideas, not so much with the execution. Or follow up. Like with drawing. I did it for... 5 whole days. I bought some snorkeling equipment and brought it back here on Nov 4th. I've used it twice. Of course, we just recently found the best snorkel spot, and we have plans to go today - in my defense. Also, when it rains hard, the rivers dump a lot of debris into the bay, and then the water is too murky. Plus, it's better in the sunshine, which we didn't have any for a week. Ok? So there.
I'm actually very excited today, I interrupted my Spanish lessons to bring you this blog. I started it for my children, and they don't actually read it. But I'm going to keep going anyway, because One Day they will. I'm sure of it. The interesting part is that even if they don't, I'm about to celebrate 300 pageviews. I was at 294 when I started this post. A blog is just a glorified monologue, but it helps me share my life with people since I moved to another country. Permanently?
Also, be warned, I have a new goal to write about a friend. To just randomly pick a friend, and honor our friendship on this blog. The catch is, my friends have to be patient until it's their turn. Because it may be a long lost friend, it may be a random friend, I can't go in order of importance. All of my friends are important to me. But if you want to be on the short list, send me an instant message through Facebook, and then I can put you on my radar. My 3 best friends of all time, though, are equal. It includes my mother Angel Andreasen. My daughter Kiara Mitchell. And the most accepting person I've ever met, my Sister From Another Mister, Deann Woodruff. Funny. My Mom has known me my whole life. I've known Kiara her whole life. Deann, well, I've only known here for about 20 years. But the funny thing is, I have almost never ever argued with Deann. We have this amazing ability to state our different opinions with the utmost respect and love. And beyond all of this, is my husband Ron Hamblin. The dynamics that we have is beyond my ability to explain.
But for today, I'm thinking of Dawn Little. I'm not even sure if she reads this blog. But I told her I was looking for ideas for my blog, because I get lost and or/crazy without a focus. She said to write ideas and topics on pieces of paper and put them in a jar. And I did. That very day. And today I pulled out the piece of paper that said: Last Christmas. Dawn is also a creative thinker. And a hyper positive person like me. I met her at church 3.5 years ago, when I moved to Cedar City, Utah. Dawn is a big ray of sunshine, starting with her constant smile. It's not that we were the closest friends, it's that she was always so good to me. Of all of the people in that congregation, she is one of the only 3 I actually text with now, 3 months later, in another country. She is one of the people that I share spiritual moments with. Dawn will go down in my History as one of the best over all Encouragers. Cheerleader. Supporter. Hopeful-er. She would appreciate that I invented a new word for her. She does not get tired of being happy for me. I have many good friends, and I'm lucky that Dawn is one of them. Thank you Dawn.
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