Every time I start a new job, I forget that it takes a physical and mental toll on me.
In the case of my current job, it has exacted a pretty high emotional cost as well.
Like I said, I forget about the cost of adapting to something new.
I forget about it until I'm beginning to come out the other side.
Until I'm beginning to find myself feeling slowly revived.
I think I'm finally there.
Slowly, oh so slowly finding my footing again, and not feeling buried by life.
It's a pretty awesome feeling, to start emerging from that fog of stress again.
I'm so thankful I'm being slowly revived.
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Monday, July 16, 2012
Monday, June 11, 2012
A week out of whack
Things started out so well with blogging last week, and then went downhill. You may or may not have noticed that my daily 5 posts were bunched together, and that Thursday and Friday's posts were missing entirely.
That was kind of the way my week went, too.
I started a new job, one that I already love, as a care aide for a disabled woman. Most of my job involves getting her ready for and into bed at night. I did a mid-week shift last week, my first on my own, and it didn't go smoothly. It took double the amount of planned time, and I arrived home at 3:00 am, slept for 2.5 hours and then got up to head to school for a half-day of classes.
That event threw my whole week out of whack, and instead of using the weekend to catch up the way I normally would, I spent most of the weekend at a bachelorette party for my sister-in-law to be. We stayed up late, experienced a blizzard (yes, with snow, in June!), and then came back to the city for a lingerie shower with even more friends.
I worked last night, and again tonight (with the person who trained me back there to help smooth out all the wrinkles we bumped into last week), which means late nights. Not a great thing when I'm already so tired that I feel like I could cry. But I'll get through them.
So, when Tuesday arrives, my only plan is to tackle some homework, and then plant myself in front of a television (or netflix!) and veg. I'm very much looking forward to stealing a few hours for that on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, since next weekend will be fully occupied with my brother's wedding. It's going to be lovely
That was kind of the way my week went, too.
I started a new job, one that I already love, as a care aide for a disabled woman. Most of my job involves getting her ready for and into bed at night. I did a mid-week shift last week, my first on my own, and it didn't go smoothly. It took double the amount of planned time, and I arrived home at 3:00 am, slept for 2.5 hours and then got up to head to school for a half-day of classes.
That event threw my whole week out of whack, and instead of using the weekend to catch up the way I normally would, I spent most of the weekend at a bachelorette party for my sister-in-law to be. We stayed up late, experienced a blizzard (yes, with snow, in June!), and then came back to the city for a lingerie shower with even more friends.
I worked last night, and again tonight (with the person who trained me back there to help smooth out all the wrinkles we bumped into last week), which means late nights. Not a great thing when I'm already so tired that I feel like I could cry. But I'll get through them.
So, when Tuesday arrives, my only plan is to tackle some homework, and then plant myself in front of a television (or netflix!) and veg. I'm very much looking forward to stealing a few hours for that on Tuesday and Wednesday evenings, since next weekend will be fully occupied with my brother's wedding. It's going to be lovely
Thursday, December 08, 2011
Quiet and Rest
Quiet and rest have been my themes of the week.
For those of you who don't follow me on facebook or twitter, my temp job came to an abrupt end last Friday, three weeks before I expected it to end.
It's a bit bittersweet in that I could definitely use the income. But it was an incredibly negative work environment, one which I'd ask my friends just the night before it ended, to pray that I would have wisdom to continue navigating.
And so, after two weeks of being quite ill and over three months of working in a tough environment full-time, the themes of this week have been quiet and rest.
I've been spending time in the kitchen, trying new recipes and creating.
I've been putting on television and movies that make me smile, and curling up with some knitting.
I've been browsing pinterest, hunting for inspiration, and gathering supplies and tackling some projects. (I made the first attempt at some very cute earrings that use paperclips as a base yesterday - with a little tweaking, I'm going to love them!)
Yesterday a friend from house church and I hung out and spent the afternoon catching up, and baking at a leisurely pace, making some decadent treats that I will deliver tonight to the social services agency where my brother works with teenagers who a part of live-in program to help manage their severe mental illnesses and emotional problems. My brother has challenged me in his work there, in the way he has loved on these kids who quite literally don't have anyone else to love them. When he texted me a few weeks ago and asked if I'd be interested in doing a bit of baking for a Christmas dinner that the staff provide for the kids and some of their family members, and that they wanted to make it a really special dinner, one that might truly be a once in a lifetime opportunity for these kids, I jumped at the chance, and corralled some friends from church who also love to bake. So, yesterday we baked, and tonight I'll go with my dad to drop off the results. There are plans under way for my friends and I to bake regularly for these kids in the coming year - providing special treats.
There's something about a chance to minister in that sort of way that makes my heart sing in a way that using my many administrative skills never has. Yes, I'm good at office work. I'm quick, efficient, and skilled. But I don't love it. It doesn't make me come alive the way creating, caring for people, and feeding anyone who wants to eat does. And so today, as I continue to rest, enjoy quiet, and create, I'm pondering that, and what it looks like for my future...
For those of you who don't follow me on facebook or twitter, my temp job came to an abrupt end last Friday, three weeks before I expected it to end.
It's a bit bittersweet in that I could definitely use the income. But it was an incredibly negative work environment, one which I'd ask my friends just the night before it ended, to pray that I would have wisdom to continue navigating.
And so, after two weeks of being quite ill and over three months of working in a tough environment full-time, the themes of this week have been quiet and rest.
I've been spending time in the kitchen, trying new recipes and creating.
I've been putting on television and movies that make me smile, and curling up with some knitting.
I've been browsing pinterest, hunting for inspiration, and gathering supplies and tackling some projects. (I made the first attempt at some very cute earrings that use paperclips as a base yesterday - with a little tweaking, I'm going to love them!)
Yesterday a friend from house church and I hung out and spent the afternoon catching up, and baking at a leisurely pace, making some decadent treats that I will deliver tonight to the social services agency where my brother works with teenagers who a part of live-in program to help manage their severe mental illnesses and emotional problems. My brother has challenged me in his work there, in the way he has loved on these kids who quite literally don't have anyone else to love them. When he texted me a few weeks ago and asked if I'd be interested in doing a bit of baking for a Christmas dinner that the staff provide for the kids and some of their family members, and that they wanted to make it a really special dinner, one that might truly be a once in a lifetime opportunity for these kids, I jumped at the chance, and corralled some friends from church who also love to bake. So, yesterday we baked, and tonight I'll go with my dad to drop off the results. There are plans under way for my friends and I to bake regularly for these kids in the coming year - providing special treats.
There's something about a chance to minister in that sort of way that makes my heart sing in a way that using my many administrative skills never has. Yes, I'm good at office work. I'm quick, efficient, and skilled. But I don't love it. It doesn't make me come alive the way creating, caring for people, and feeding anyone who wants to eat does. And so today, as I continue to rest, enjoy quiet, and create, I'm pondering that, and what it looks like for my future...
Thursday, October 06, 2011
Finding Rhythm
I'm in my sixth week of this temp job, and last week was the first week where I began to feel like I was catching my breath, and finding a new normal.
I tend to forget that adaptation takes more time than I think it will.
This job starts earlier than anywhere I've ever worked. I need to be in the office at 7:30 am. That means I need to be at the bus stop at 6:30 am. And that means that my alarm clock goes off at 5:30 am.
That's right, this avowed night person has been starting every day at 5:30 am! That's a full two hours before the current sunrise, y'all.
It's pretty much horrible!
And it has definitely taken some adapting of schedules and rhythms.
You see, over the last year I've discovered that my much despised mornings are easier if I wake up with about an hour before I have to be out the door. It really only takes me maybe 15-20 minutes of that hour to get out of bed and out the door. The rest of it is spent waking VERY slowly. Checking a few emails, or reading a few blog posts. Anything that can be done from a prone, still curled up under the blankets, easing into the day kind of position.
Another newish rhythm has to do with sleep. On weeknights I try to carve out the last hour before my lights need to be out as a time to wind down. No television, no phone calls, no computer screens, or cell phone screens. Just me and some time to write, read, pray and think.
That rhythm has been challenging since, with the early mornings, I need to have my lights out by 10pm, 10:30 at the latest. That means I need to be done with emailing, blog reading, game playing, web surfing, and television watching by 9 pm. Do you know how hard this early to bed thing is for me??? Let me just tell you - going to bed that early is almost worse than getting up so early!
Add in full days in an emotionally draining office environment, the need to juggle a family, church and social life, and the ongoing process of exploring my one word for the year, "heal", and it's been quite the struggle to adapt.
I feel like I'm starting to catch a second wind, finally, six weeks in. Like I've made some strides in figuring out what does and what doesn't work. Like I'm adapting to this crazy new schedule of sleeping and waking (or at least hating it a little bit less as I recognize that discipline in this area is paying dividends in physical and emotional health - and by extension my mental and spiritual stability).
It's a good thing, and a hard one all at once, these new rhythms. Nothing I would have expected or chosen, but an encouragement to find footing even in this newest of spaces and challenges. And that, my friends, is something I'm grateful for.
I tend to forget that adaptation takes more time than I think it will.
This job starts earlier than anywhere I've ever worked. I need to be in the office at 7:30 am. That means I need to be at the bus stop at 6:30 am. And that means that my alarm clock goes off at 5:30 am.
That's right, this avowed night person has been starting every day at 5:30 am! That's a full two hours before the current sunrise, y'all.
It's pretty much horrible!
And it has definitely taken some adapting of schedules and rhythms.
You see, over the last year I've discovered that my much despised mornings are easier if I wake up with about an hour before I have to be out the door. It really only takes me maybe 15-20 minutes of that hour to get out of bed and out the door. The rest of it is spent waking VERY slowly. Checking a few emails, or reading a few blog posts. Anything that can be done from a prone, still curled up under the blankets, easing into the day kind of position.
Another newish rhythm has to do with sleep. On weeknights I try to carve out the last hour before my lights need to be out as a time to wind down. No television, no phone calls, no computer screens, or cell phone screens. Just me and some time to write, read, pray and think.
That rhythm has been challenging since, with the early mornings, I need to have my lights out by 10pm, 10:30 at the latest. That means I need to be done with emailing, blog reading, game playing, web surfing, and television watching by 9 pm. Do you know how hard this early to bed thing is for me??? Let me just tell you - going to bed that early is almost worse than getting up so early!
Add in full days in an emotionally draining office environment, the need to juggle a family, church and social life, and the ongoing process of exploring my one word for the year, "heal", and it's been quite the struggle to adapt.
I feel like I'm starting to catch a second wind, finally, six weeks in. Like I've made some strides in figuring out what does and what doesn't work. Like I'm adapting to this crazy new schedule of sleeping and waking (or at least hating it a little bit less as I recognize that discipline in this area is paying dividends in physical and emotional health - and by extension my mental and spiritual stability).
It's a good thing, and a hard one all at once, these new rhythms. Nothing I would have expected or chosen, but an encouragement to find footing even in this newest of spaces and challenges. And that, my friends, is something I'm grateful for.
Monday, September 19, 2011
Monday, Monday...
I've never been one of those girls who hates Mondays.
If you've been reading here for a while, you know that when I was still working at the company that my roommates christened "the soap opera", I had Wednesdays, not Mondays. For weeks at a time, it would seem like Wednesday was just the day when everything went wrong, and I was stressed, or feeling miserable, or people would be rude or out of sorts with me.
Because of that, I don't really dread Mondays the way some people do.
That said, last week I went into Monday feeling positive, and it ended up being a terribly hard day at work. The worst day in the entire week.
So, as I write this on Sunday night, I just don't quite know what to expect from Monday.
I know it will end with a birthday party for my brother. And that it will start at 5:30 am. I know that I will have a frozen meal for lunch, and do some reading.
I know that it will be a Monday, and like every other day of the week, I will need to pray and trust, and choose joy and life.
Here goes...
If you've been reading here for a while, you know that when I was still working at the company that my roommates christened "the soap opera", I had Wednesdays, not Mondays. For weeks at a time, it would seem like Wednesday was just the day when everything went wrong, and I was stressed, or feeling miserable, or people would be rude or out of sorts with me.
Because of that, I don't really dread Mondays the way some people do.
That said, last week I went into Monday feeling positive, and it ended up being a terribly hard day at work. The worst day in the entire week.
So, as I write this on Sunday night, I just don't quite know what to expect from Monday.
I know it will end with a birthday party for my brother. And that it will start at 5:30 am. I know that I will have a frozen meal for lunch, and do some reading.
I know that it will be a Monday, and like every other day of the week, I will need to pray and trust, and choose joy and life.
Here goes...
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Skype (and other thoughts)
It's Saturday afternoon.
Would you believe that this new schedule that my current job demands (the one where I wake up at 5:30 on work day mornings) has messed up my ability to sleep in? I was awake by 8:00 this morning, and up and at it by 9! And 9:00 felt decadent! Crazy!
In a few short minutes, I have a skype date planned with one of my favorite people on the planet. We are, as she would say, going to have a "wee natter" and I can't wait. There's a lot to catch up on. Travel. Boys. School. Plans for the next couple years of our lives. Church and life. I can't wait! Skype is absolutely one of my favorite things around, for the moments like this when I get to "sit across" from a friend on another continent and catch up with each other.
In the meantime, I'm catching up on weekend stuff. This morning I did grocery shopping and a trip to the library. I have some reading and writing to catch up on. Some baking to do. Some random little health things to take care of (things like soaking my right hand in epsom salt and hot water, since I somehow managed to get a badly infected hangnail on my right thumb, that makes me howl in pain every time I accidentally bump it.)
This job has made me so thankful for weekends - for extra bits of rest and quiet. For the chance to catch up on the myriad of things that just don't happen during the week anymore.
I've got to tell, you, though - I miss the days of moving quietly, nothing urgent. Now, to get the same things done, I have to be disciplined, and plan. If something doesn't happen when it should, I have to figure out what gets sacrificed - what's less important. It's been a study in transition and juggling. In figuring out how to manage health and rest with needs and desires and obligations. It's requiring a lot more discipline and more careful use of my time. And that's okay. Maybe even good. But it's definitely taking some adjusting!
Would you believe that this new schedule that my current job demands (the one where I wake up at 5:30 on work day mornings) has messed up my ability to sleep in? I was awake by 8:00 this morning, and up and at it by 9! And 9:00 felt decadent! Crazy!
In a few short minutes, I have a skype date planned with one of my favorite people on the planet. We are, as she would say, going to have a "wee natter" and I can't wait. There's a lot to catch up on. Travel. Boys. School. Plans for the next couple years of our lives. Church and life. I can't wait! Skype is absolutely one of my favorite things around, for the moments like this when I get to "sit across" from a friend on another continent and catch up with each other.
In the meantime, I'm catching up on weekend stuff. This morning I did grocery shopping and a trip to the library. I have some reading and writing to catch up on. Some baking to do. Some random little health things to take care of (things like soaking my right hand in epsom salt and hot water, since I somehow managed to get a badly infected hangnail on my right thumb, that makes me howl in pain every time I accidentally bump it.)
This job has made me so thankful for weekends - for extra bits of rest and quiet. For the chance to catch up on the myriad of things that just don't happen during the week anymore.
I've got to tell, you, though - I miss the days of moving quietly, nothing urgent. Now, to get the same things done, I have to be disciplined, and plan. If something doesn't happen when it should, I have to figure out what gets sacrificed - what's less important. It's been a study in transition and juggling. In figuring out how to manage health and rest with needs and desires and obligations. It's requiring a lot more discipline and more careful use of my time. And that's okay. Maybe even good. But it's definitely taking some adjusting!
Monday, September 12, 2011
It's Monday
It's Monday, and it's not a long weekend.
By the time this post goes live, I'll as usual be on a bus, on my way downtown to work.
I'll probably be reading, though I might be browsing emails, or simply trying to stay awake.
A week or so ago I learned that the morning bus commute is decidedly NOT a good time to do the meditation exercises that a trusted advisor recommended I do on a daily basis. Turns out that doing them at that time of the morning mostly leads to falling asleep on the bus.
I'm coming off a very full week, and a busy weekend of tackling things like reading, correspondence that I was behind on, and some baking.
I'm heading into an equally full week, and sorting out how to juggle all of the little things that need to be accomplished, and how to prioritize, and which things really can be let slide just a bit.
That said, both weeks have had and will have more than the normal amount of chances to be with and speak with friends, and I've been grateful for that. There is a blessing in having heart friends, and in managing to find time with them. There is blessing, too, in embracing some ministry opportunities that have required a more full compliment of my attention lately.
And so, I'm here, because this is one of the few days this week that doesn't boast evening plans with friends, or ministry obligations. I'm here, and I'm thinking about and praying for the week ahead. I'm wondering what sort of humorous adventures it might hold (for example, last week because of work, I can now quite humorously boast that on a stressful day I purchased my first ever pack of cigarettes! (for my boss people, for my boss!)) And I can wonder just exactly what heartbreaks or challenges this week will also hold.
It's a new week. A Monday. Not a long weekend.
I'm praying, waiting, and looking for moments of thankfulness.
By the time this post goes live, I'll as usual be on a bus, on my way downtown to work.
I'll probably be reading, though I might be browsing emails, or simply trying to stay awake.
A week or so ago I learned that the morning bus commute is decidedly NOT a good time to do the meditation exercises that a trusted advisor recommended I do on a daily basis. Turns out that doing them at that time of the morning mostly leads to falling asleep on the bus.
I'm coming off a very full week, and a busy weekend of tackling things like reading, correspondence that I was behind on, and some baking.
I'm heading into an equally full week, and sorting out how to juggle all of the little things that need to be accomplished, and how to prioritize, and which things really can be let slide just a bit.
That said, both weeks have had and will have more than the normal amount of chances to be with and speak with friends, and I've been grateful for that. There is a blessing in having heart friends, and in managing to find time with them. There is blessing, too, in embracing some ministry opportunities that have required a more full compliment of my attention lately.
And so, I'm here, because this is one of the few days this week that doesn't boast evening plans with friends, or ministry obligations. I'm here, and I'm thinking about and praying for the week ahead. I'm wondering what sort of humorous adventures it might hold (for example, last week because of work, I can now quite humorously boast that on a stressful day I purchased my first ever pack of cigarettes! (for my boss people, for my boss!)) And I can wonder just exactly what heartbreaks or challenges this week will also hold.
It's a new week. A Monday. Not a long weekend.
I'm praying, waiting, and looking for moments of thankfulness.
Friday, September 02, 2011
Friday
Mornings seem to drag at this new job. They start early - 7:30, at which point I'll have already been awake for about two hours, since it takes me about an hour to wake up and get out the door, and an hour to commute downtown by transit. There are no real breaks - just quick trips to refill a water bottle, or run to the bathroom - until lunch at noon. It's a focused length of time, but it does seem to drag.
Afternoons are shorter, and somehow seem to go more quickly, hurrying from one thing to the next after returning from lunch, until the day ends at 4:30.
Lunch is usually spent sitting in the conference room, eating while I read.
Today, I'm hoping the day passes quickly. I'm ready for a weekend, and a long weekend at that!
The thing I'm looking forward to the most about this weekend? Staying in bed until at least 11 am tomorrow. Doesn't matter if I'm sleeping or not. I'm house sitting for my parents again this weekend, and if I happen to wake up before 11 (which is likely), I'll just lay in bed and watch some television online on my laptop, or read a book. Other weekend plans include more of the same. Some cooking and baking. A bubble bath or two. Watching a bit of food network. Doing some reading and writing and grocery shopping to prepare for the following week. Maybe seeing a movie or two. But mostly just enjoying a quiet, low key and restful weekend. Sounds lovely, doesn't it?
Thursday, September 01, 2011
Back at Work
So, today marks my fourth day back in the office.
My fourth day of getting up at the rather ungodly hour of 5:30 am, and trying to be in bed early enough at night to make that time of the morning slightly less painful. My fourth day of hoping and praying that my body adapts to this crazy new schedule sometime soon.
As jobs go, this one is just okay.
It has me thinking a lot about atmosphere in offices again. About people, and how the people in a place shape and contribute to the atmosphere in a place.
This isn't the happiest place.
But, for now, it pays well. It provides some security and certainty for the next several months as I wait to hear the latest news on school.
And I'm thankful for that.
So, I get up at ungodly hours, and live contrary to my nature by going to bed nice and early, and I choose to be thankful.
And I happily anticipate Saturday morning, on which I don't plan to emerge from bed until at least 11:00 am!
My fourth day of getting up at the rather ungodly hour of 5:30 am, and trying to be in bed early enough at night to make that time of the morning slightly less painful. My fourth day of hoping and praying that my body adapts to this crazy new schedule sometime soon.
As jobs go, this one is just okay.
It has me thinking a lot about atmosphere in offices again. About people, and how the people in a place shape and contribute to the atmosphere in a place.
This isn't the happiest place.
But, for now, it pays well. It provides some security and certainty for the next several months as I wait to hear the latest news on school.
And I'm thankful for that.
So, I get up at ungodly hours, and live contrary to my nature by going to bed nice and early, and I choose to be thankful.
And I happily anticipate Saturday morning, on which I don't plan to emerge from bed until at least 11:00 am!
Monday, August 29, 2011
Begin Again
I'm writing this post ahead of time, since, well, by the time it goes live this morning, I'll be on my way to catch a bus, and head for work.
This new temp position will require catching a bus by 6:30 am. That means waking up at around 5:30 am. Is there even a world at 5:30 am?
In some ways, I'm not sorry for last week's miscommunication over the start date of this position. It means that I've had a dry run, and I know just how much time I'll need to get up and start feeling like a human being. I know which buses to take, and where the office is. I have a sense of what's nearby - and of things that will be lovely until the weather changes - things like the fact that the river is only a few minutes walk from the office, nestled in the midst of a pretty park, and a nice escape from the density of downtown. Lunch hours will likely be spent in the park.
It's a downtown job, and that's a first. I've worked in administrative roles for years, but this is the first time I've worked right in the city core. (Well, other than the job at the social services organization last year, but that was more on the fringes of the core than actually in the core.)
So, today I begin again. I begin working. I begin adapting to a new schedule and rhythm of life. A new need for a more disciplined approach to time management than I've needed in a while. I begin longish commutes, likely filled with reading and thinking. I begin sorting out how to manage a full time work schedule given the particular challenges of my living situation, especially in the areas of easy access to a shower, and for cooking. I begin again. And new starts are always both terrifying and wonderful.
This new temp position will require catching a bus by 6:30 am. That means waking up at around 5:30 am. Is there even a world at 5:30 am?
In some ways, I'm not sorry for last week's miscommunication over the start date of this position. It means that I've had a dry run, and I know just how much time I'll need to get up and start feeling like a human being. I know which buses to take, and where the office is. I have a sense of what's nearby - and of things that will be lovely until the weather changes - things like the fact that the river is only a few minutes walk from the office, nestled in the midst of a pretty park, and a nice escape from the density of downtown. Lunch hours will likely be spent in the park.
It's a downtown job, and that's a first. I've worked in administrative roles for years, but this is the first time I've worked right in the city core. (Well, other than the job at the social services organization last year, but that was more on the fringes of the core than actually in the core.)
So, today I begin again. I begin working. I begin adapting to a new schedule and rhythm of life. A new need for a more disciplined approach to time management than I've needed in a while. I begin longish commutes, likely filled with reading and thinking. I begin sorting out how to manage a full time work schedule given the particular challenges of my living situation, especially in the areas of easy access to a shower, and for cooking. I begin again. And new starts are always both terrifying and wonderful.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Here it Goes
I'll be on a bus by the time this post goes live this morning.
That's right, this admittedly night person has accepted a job that requires me to be in the office by 7:30, which means on a bus by before 6:30 am.
So, here it goes. I'm starting this four month administrative position today, and then I'm heading out to grab some dinner, and catch a yoga class, before coming home to bed and starting this thing over again.
This being up so early thing will definitely take some adapting. And restructuring my evening schedule, my routine, and engaging a level of personal discipline. All things that will take time to adapt to.
But, I'm delighted that I have a steady schedule and income for the next season. And I'm actually so pleased that this comes at the end of a week in which I've actively engaged silence and rest. This last week of rest and quiet was so needed as I head into a busier and fuller season again.
So, here it goes! See you tonight with the Daily 5!
That's right, this admittedly night person has accepted a job that requires me to be in the office by 7:30, which means on a bus by before 6:30 am.
So, here it goes. I'm starting this four month administrative position today, and then I'm heading out to grab some dinner, and catch a yoga class, before coming home to bed and starting this thing over again.
This being up so early thing will definitely take some adapting. And restructuring my evening schedule, my routine, and engaging a level of personal discipline. All things that will take time to adapt to.
But, I'm delighted that I have a steady schedule and income for the next season. And I'm actually so pleased that this comes at the end of a week in which I've actively engaged silence and rest. This last week of rest and quiet was so needed as I head into a busier and fuller season again.
So, here it goes! See you tonight with the Daily 5!
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Heading Back to Routine
Mid-morning yesterday, as I was waiting for a bus, I got a call from one of the temp agencies that I'm employed by. By the time the phone call ended, I'd accepted a position, at an excellent pay rate, that will last for the next four months and begin on Monday morning.
There are huge benefits to this, chief among them the personal, emotional and financial stability that not having to wait and wonder about employment will bring.
That said, I've suddenly lost that feeling of having "all the time in the world" to accomplish things. There are a number of things that need to be accomplished over the course of the next week that will require significant amounts of time. Time that I don't have quite as much of now.
So, it's most likely going to be quiet here for a couple of days (other than the Daily 5 of course). I need to tackle a number of things that I'd thought could be more leisurely, spread out projects and now need to be condensed a bit. I need to take care of the details that make going back to work possible - things like laundry, and making sure that I have groceries to supply myself with lunches and snacks for the work days. And I have a ton of reading to tackle - assigned reading that will require some time and effort, and that I now have less time to accomplish!
I'm off for a day of reading and errands. If I don't show up sooner, I'll definitely be back here on Tuesday with the next installment of You Ask, I Answer!
There are huge benefits to this, chief among them the personal, emotional and financial stability that not having to wait and wonder about employment will bring.
That said, I've suddenly lost that feeling of having "all the time in the world" to accomplish things. There are a number of things that need to be accomplished over the course of the next week that will require significant amounts of time. Time that I don't have quite as much of now.
So, it's most likely going to be quiet here for a couple of days (other than the Daily 5 of course). I need to tackle a number of things that I'd thought could be more leisurely, spread out projects and now need to be condensed a bit. I need to take care of the details that make going back to work possible - things like laundry, and making sure that I have groceries to supply myself with lunches and snacks for the work days. And I have a ton of reading to tackle - assigned reading that will require some time and effort, and that I now have less time to accomplish!
I'm off for a day of reading and errands. If I don't show up sooner, I'll definitely be back here on Tuesday with the next installment of You Ask, I Answer!
Monday, August 08, 2011
Monday Musings
I started my day with a shower, and my first attempt at styling my new haircut on my own. It probably won't be straight again until I return to the stylist, but I'm still quite happy with how it looks.
Then, as I ate a muffin and sat curled up in an armchair, I made a list - these are the things I need to do today and this week - the sort of list full of things like "run to the library to return the book that's due" and "finish cleaning up the house after yesterday's party".
Somewhere around noon I glanced at my list and realized that I'd crossed more than half of my list of must be dones for the week off, and it was only noon. On Monday.
I'm not sure what that says about my life this week.
I called the temp agency I'm working for this morning, to check in. They thanked me for calling and told me to hang tight, they'd be in touch.
I'm quite enjoying the realities of house-sitting. Of being upstairs, in a part of a house kissed by sun, instead of in a basement.
But I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with all my time this week if a call from work doesn't come.
This afternoon I finished the novel I'm reading, and I'm pondering the merits of schlepping myself to an 8:00 yoga class tonight - the first class I'll have taken in a month or so.
I'm considering the possibilities of food, and cooking, and throwing everything I have into lots of creative inspiration. The trouble is that more than I love to cook, I love to feed people. And just at this moment I don't really have anyone except myself to feed. And there is only so much food that I can consume before I will begin to resemble a blimp. (Did I mention that I haven't made it to a yoga class in a month or so? Although, I did walk almost 9km at a steady pace on Saturday...)
So, I might do a bit of cooking, and, as I'm writing this, I'm thinking that I probably will go to that yoga class.
I'll probably tackle some writing for this space for this week (this is probably going to be the last week of You Ask, I Answer, unless more questions come in), and some reading that I've kind of been putting off in favor of more entertaining reads. I might watch a little bit of television, or throw a movie in the dvd player while I work. Or maybe I'll put on music and have my own little dance party in the kitchen. Or not. I'm working on being more and more unfettered, but I don't think I'm quite at kitchen dance party yet, even when I'm home alone!
I might even see if I can come up with some other ways to feed the part of my soul that craves creativity and inspiration. As long as they're free. Or very cheap. Because did I mention that the temp agency hasn't hooked me up with another job yet?
It's Monday, and I'm rambling. Nothing new there! I'm off to tackle some more of the items on my list, and figure out what sorts of tasty treats I might create from the ingredients I still have on hand!
Then, as I ate a muffin and sat curled up in an armchair, I made a list - these are the things I need to do today and this week - the sort of list full of things like "run to the library to return the book that's due" and "finish cleaning up the house after yesterday's party".
Somewhere around noon I glanced at my list and realized that I'd crossed more than half of my list of must be dones for the week off, and it was only noon. On Monday.
I'm not sure what that says about my life this week.
I called the temp agency I'm working for this morning, to check in. They thanked me for calling and told me to hang tight, they'd be in touch.
I'm quite enjoying the realities of house-sitting. Of being upstairs, in a part of a house kissed by sun, instead of in a basement.
But I'm not quite sure what I'm going to do with all my time this week if a call from work doesn't come.
This afternoon I finished the novel I'm reading, and I'm pondering the merits of schlepping myself to an 8:00 yoga class tonight - the first class I'll have taken in a month or so.
I'm considering the possibilities of food, and cooking, and throwing everything I have into lots of creative inspiration. The trouble is that more than I love to cook, I love to feed people. And just at this moment I don't really have anyone except myself to feed. And there is only so much food that I can consume before I will begin to resemble a blimp. (Did I mention that I haven't made it to a yoga class in a month or so? Although, I did walk almost 9km at a steady pace on Saturday...)
So, I might do a bit of cooking, and, as I'm writing this, I'm thinking that I probably will go to that yoga class.
I'll probably tackle some writing for this space for this week (this is probably going to be the last week of You Ask, I Answer, unless more questions come in), and some reading that I've kind of been putting off in favor of more entertaining reads. I might watch a little bit of television, or throw a movie in the dvd player while I work. Or maybe I'll put on music and have my own little dance party in the kitchen. Or not. I'm working on being more and more unfettered, but I don't think I'm quite at kitchen dance party yet, even when I'm home alone!
I might even see if I can come up with some other ways to feed the part of my soul that craves creativity and inspiration. As long as they're free. Or very cheap. Because did I mention that the temp agency hasn't hooked me up with another job yet?
It's Monday, and I'm rambling. Nothing new there! I'm off to tackle some more of the items on my list, and figure out what sorts of tasty treats I might create from the ingredients I still have on hand!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Monday, Monday
I arrived at work this morning with "Monday, Monday" by the Mamas and the Papas firmly entrenched in my brain. As far as I know, I didn't hear it playing anywhere this morning, it was just that someone made some sort of "monday, monday!" reference in conversation, and that was all it took. This is the hazard of being raised by a father who loved 1970's folk music. I know quite a bit more music from my father's era than my own!
My plans for a quiet bus ride to work, listening to one of Anne Lamott's novels in audiobook form (as an aside, I'm loving this one, "Imperfect Birds"), were interrupted as soon as I boarded and spotted a gentleman who I knew was a new employee at the firm I'm temping for last week and this week. As it turns out, today was his first day, and he'd never taken that particular bus route before. If I'm honest, the last thing I really wanted to do on a Monday morning transit commute was spend it making small talk with a stranger, but I'm learning to be sensitive to situations and to God's promptings, and more so, to be willing to sacrifice my own insistence on "ME" for the sake of others. So, we chatted for a while. He's new to Calgary, so I told him a few little things about the city. We talked about transit, and previous jobs a. It wasn't so bad after all.
And, even as I think about that, I'm thinking about the fact that sitting at a reception desk on a Monday morning, I might be the first, or only smiling and welcoming face that someone sees today. I don't always see it this way, but today that feels like a gift. Like a chance to exist in my own skin, and love Jesus, and let his love for and joy in others exist in my smile, and in my conversations with people, and in the way I say hello to each person who crosses through my lobby. And I can see each smile and greeting offered to me as a gift.
Like I said, I don't always feel that way. I didn't feel that way even a couple of hours ago, when I woke too early from a very disturbing dream. The introvert in me would rather not be the one to deal with people all day, the one who has to paste on a smile and be welcoming when what I really want is to just hide away. But somehow, my day has shifted, and I'm choosing joy and peace. I'm processing the dream, but choosing to not let it ruin my day.
It's nice to be in that space, to be able to choose that. A gift really!
And hey, it's Monday! Monday means I'll pick up take-out on my way home and head home to catch The Bachelorette live from the east coast online, enjoying a couple of hours of entertainment. It means an evening of quietly enjoying myself, and doing things I love. It's a little bit of sabbath for me. And, as for that audio book, there's always the bus trip home. I'll probably read the book book that I brought with me on my breaks today, sitting in the sun. So, it's Monday, Monday, and that's okay with me.
My plans for a quiet bus ride to work, listening to one of Anne Lamott's novels in audiobook form (as an aside, I'm loving this one, "Imperfect Birds"), were interrupted as soon as I boarded and spotted a gentleman who I knew was a new employee at the firm I'm temping for last week and this week. As it turns out, today was his first day, and he'd never taken that particular bus route before. If I'm honest, the last thing I really wanted to do on a Monday morning transit commute was spend it making small talk with a stranger, but I'm learning to be sensitive to situations and to God's promptings, and more so, to be willing to sacrifice my own insistence on "ME" for the sake of others. So, we chatted for a while. He's new to Calgary, so I told him a few little things about the city. We talked about transit, and previous jobs a. It wasn't so bad after all.
And, even as I think about that, I'm thinking about the fact that sitting at a reception desk on a Monday morning, I might be the first, or only smiling and welcoming face that someone sees today. I don't always see it this way, but today that feels like a gift. Like a chance to exist in my own skin, and love Jesus, and let his love for and joy in others exist in my smile, and in my conversations with people, and in the way I say hello to each person who crosses through my lobby. And I can see each smile and greeting offered to me as a gift.
Like I said, I don't always feel that way. I didn't feel that way even a couple of hours ago, when I woke too early from a very disturbing dream. The introvert in me would rather not be the one to deal with people all day, the one who has to paste on a smile and be welcoming when what I really want is to just hide away. But somehow, my day has shifted, and I'm choosing joy and peace. I'm processing the dream, but choosing to not let it ruin my day.
It's nice to be in that space, to be able to choose that. A gift really!
And hey, it's Monday! Monday means I'll pick up take-out on my way home and head home to catch The Bachelorette live from the east coast online, enjoying a couple of hours of entertainment. It means an evening of quietly enjoying myself, and doing things I love. It's a little bit of sabbath for me. And, as for that audio book, there's always the bus trip home. I'll probably read the book book that I brought with me on my breaks today, sitting in the sun. So, it's Monday, Monday, and that's okay with me.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Sunday Thoughts
It's Sunday morning and I have the house to myself and am loving it.
I'm curled up in the big recliner in mom and dad's living room.
I watched a little bit of food network and now I'm tackling the task of catching up on blog reading from this last week. I had more social things than usual, plus the addition of suddenly spending eight hours a day (plus transit time) employed again.
Normally I stay at mom and dad's on Sunday nights, but I think I'm going to go home to my own bed tonight.
That means that this afternoon I have a number of things to accomplish, and as I'm sitting here I'm making lists.
Listing the things to be accomplished.
Listing the groceries I need to go out and pick up so that I can eat for the coming week.
Listing thoughts and plans.
It's not a bad way to spend a morning, really. Resting and listing.
With a little bit of food network, and a little bit of music thrown in.
Lovely.
(which, by the way, is one of my favorite words. I don't know where I picked it up, but that's what I'll often say as a positive answer. I like it. I think the whole world should have more lovely things in it.)
I'm curled up in the big recliner in mom and dad's living room.
I watched a little bit of food network and now I'm tackling the task of catching up on blog reading from this last week. I had more social things than usual, plus the addition of suddenly spending eight hours a day (plus transit time) employed again.
Normally I stay at mom and dad's on Sunday nights, but I think I'm going to go home to my own bed tonight.
That means that this afternoon I have a number of things to accomplish, and as I'm sitting here I'm making lists.
Listing the things to be accomplished.
Listing the groceries I need to go out and pick up so that I can eat for the coming week.
Listing thoughts and plans.
It's not a bad way to spend a morning, really. Resting and listing.
With a little bit of food network, and a little bit of music thrown in.
Lovely.
(which, by the way, is one of my favorite words. I don't know where I picked it up, but that's what I'll often say as a positive answer. I like it. I think the whole world should have more lovely things in it.)
Friday, July 08, 2011
Friday
It's Friday, and I'm taking it easy.
I had a rough night. I've been dreaming a lot lately. And it was the one night of the year where the heat actually hit the basement, and I tossed and turned, sweaty and uncomfortable between dreams.
So, the city has gone crazy, because it's Stampede, and even crazier than usual because the Royal Newlyweds, Will and Kate are in town for the first days of Stampede - the last official stop on the Canadian part of their first tour. That means I'm pretty much going to avoid downtown for the next ten days. Stampede is a major tourist attraction, but mostly it seems to be an excuse for the entire city to party and drink to excess for ten days every summer. Calgary actually has a baby boom every year nine months after Stampede.
That said, Stampede always means free food. If you know where to look, you can get a free pancake breakfast every morning and usually a BBQ lunch and supper somewhere too. I'll definitely be getting pancakes at least once or twice, and I'm going to my first BBQ, hosted by Dad's church, tonight. (I'm providing the country music CDs for that one!)
I accepted a two week temp position as a receptionist, starting next Wednesday. It'll be good to have a bit of income again. And, in the mean time, I'm going to take it easy for a few days, see a few friends, do some reading and resting. And then, then it'll be time for new things to start again.
I'm thankful for Fridays. For time to be quiet and rest.
I had a rough night. I've been dreaming a lot lately. And it was the one night of the year where the heat actually hit the basement, and I tossed and turned, sweaty and uncomfortable between dreams.
So, the city has gone crazy, because it's Stampede, and even crazier than usual because the Royal Newlyweds, Will and Kate are in town for the first days of Stampede - the last official stop on the Canadian part of their first tour. That means I'm pretty much going to avoid downtown for the next ten days. Stampede is a major tourist attraction, but mostly it seems to be an excuse for the entire city to party and drink to excess for ten days every summer. Calgary actually has a baby boom every year nine months after Stampede.
That said, Stampede always means free food. If you know where to look, you can get a free pancake breakfast every morning and usually a BBQ lunch and supper somewhere too. I'll definitely be getting pancakes at least once or twice, and I'm going to my first BBQ, hosted by Dad's church, tonight. (I'm providing the country music CDs for that one!)
I accepted a two week temp position as a receptionist, starting next Wednesday. It'll be good to have a bit of income again. And, in the mean time, I'm going to take it easy for a few days, see a few friends, do some reading and resting. And then, then it'll be time for new things to start again.
I'm thankful for Fridays. For time to be quiet and rest.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
Change of Plans
I received a call yesterday morning informing me that the job I'd accepted a couple weeks ago had decided I wasn't a great fit, and that Sunday was my last shift. I was understandably quite shocked, and a little hurt, and also relieved. I'd actually phoned someone on Saturday and commented that I was feeling like I had perhaps made a rushed decision, and the job wasn't a fit. I was literally dreading going in to my shifts, the way I'd felt at the job that my roommates at the time fondly referred to as "the soap opera".
So, I'm looking for summer work again, which is a pain, but also a relief.
And, I have another chance in this, to practice trust. In God's provision, and his plans. Not my easiest skill, but one I'm definitely getting a lot of chances to try for.
In the meantime, this week holds several mornings where I don't have to set an alarm, where I can try to catch up on some sleep. The mornings are still holding dreams, but they're easier to deal with when I'm getting extra hours of sleep.
For today, I'll head to mom and dad's in a while and spend the day studying.
My list looks like this:
So, I'm looking for summer work again, which is a pain, but also a relief.
And, I have another chance in this, to practice trust. In God's provision, and his plans. Not my easiest skill, but one I'm definitely getting a lot of chances to try for.
In the meantime, this week holds several mornings where I don't have to set an alarm, where I can try to catch up on some sleep. The mornings are still holding dreams, but they're easier to deal with when I'm getting extra hours of sleep.
For today, I'll head to mom and dad's in a while and spend the day studying.
My list looks like this:
- arrange for a transcript to be sent to the university as part of my application for nursing school
- fill out and fax an evaluation form for a class I'm just finishing this semester
- print off the lecture notes that I took for the history class that my next final exam is in
- review those notes
- tackle a bit of the final reading for that class that was set aside the last week or two of class while I was busy working and writing papers
- begin the process of reviewing and memorizing for my greek and latin words exam next week (there's something like 800 word bases that I need to know...)
- drop a birthday card for a friend in the mail
- fit in a yoga practice
- return a few books to the library
- make it to a natural health treatment appointment
- take time to do a bit of reading just for fun
- do a load of laundry
- if I happen to be near a branch of my bank, I also have a cheque to deposit
- I may also do a quick search for jobs and send out some resumes
Sunday, April 17, 2011
Amidst it
It's been a long time since I've gone two days without posting anything other than the Daily 5 here. A long time.
I've had a pretty crazy couple of weeks, juggling the new job, school, and personal and church commitments, and it's taken it's toll. I'm feeling drained, and struggling, if I'm honest, to simply make it from day to day.
Those of you who have been reading here for years know that I have a love/hate relationship with dreaming.
For years, before being healed from depression, I struggled with incredibly intense nightmares.
In my head, healing meant that all dreams would go away, and I would sleep.
God had other plans. In the nearly six years since that time, I've had a huge variety of dreams. The kind that are clearly from God. The kind that are an intense playing out and processing of the things going on under the surface in my life. And I still have nightmares from time to time - dark, terrifiying, generally spiritual things.
I've gone through seasons of being at peace with the fact that dreams are a way I process, and a way that God speaks to me. And I've gone through seasons of hating both of those realities.
For the last three weeks or so, as I've been so busy, my already more limited time for sleep has been filled with dreams. Mostly the processing sort, a few nightmares. For me, that means that I have woken, nearly every single morning, from a dream. (The dreams I remember when I wake come almost without exception in the hours just before I rouse for the day, and I almost exclusively wake directly from them, into the space of needing to sort out the dream from reality.)
I'm exhausted. There have been a lot of interesting realities in my life the last month. The juggling of commitments. The work of healing - that one word that is mine for this year.
And some realities of the supernatural or spiritual world that I don't tend to talk about a lot here, because they don't tend to fit into the safe and normal and rational world. Those realities have been intense lately, too.
And so, amidst all this, I'm struggling. And staring at two weeks with final exams, and the continuation of other commitments.
I'm asking questions about coping methods, and watching as the ones that have worked well for me seem to be falling apart, at least temporarily, and searching for new ones.
And amidst this, this juggling it will quite possibly be quieter here. There may only be the Daily 5. It feels weird to say that the quiet is needed, and honestly, every time I give myself permission to be quiet, it was really the permission, the release of pressure that I needed, and there is suddenly a plethora of things to write about. So, who knows? But for now, I'm giving myself the permission to be quieter, and giving you who have so faithfully read here, an explanation of sorts for the potential that there may be quiet.
I'd appreciate your prayers as I make some decisions, seek counsel, and figure out ways to cope and be healthy. I so appreciate all of the connections I've made through this space over the years - each of the unique friends that are a part of my life. Thanks for reading, thanks for praying, thanks for sticking it out here through the quiet spaces as well as the ones full of words.
I've had a pretty crazy couple of weeks, juggling the new job, school, and personal and church commitments, and it's taken it's toll. I'm feeling drained, and struggling, if I'm honest, to simply make it from day to day.
Those of you who have been reading here for years know that I have a love/hate relationship with dreaming.
For years, before being healed from depression, I struggled with incredibly intense nightmares.
In my head, healing meant that all dreams would go away, and I would sleep.
God had other plans. In the nearly six years since that time, I've had a huge variety of dreams. The kind that are clearly from God. The kind that are an intense playing out and processing of the things going on under the surface in my life. And I still have nightmares from time to time - dark, terrifiying, generally spiritual things.
I've gone through seasons of being at peace with the fact that dreams are a way I process, and a way that God speaks to me. And I've gone through seasons of hating both of those realities.
For the last three weeks or so, as I've been so busy, my already more limited time for sleep has been filled with dreams. Mostly the processing sort, a few nightmares. For me, that means that I have woken, nearly every single morning, from a dream. (The dreams I remember when I wake come almost without exception in the hours just before I rouse for the day, and I almost exclusively wake directly from them, into the space of needing to sort out the dream from reality.)
I'm exhausted. There have been a lot of interesting realities in my life the last month. The juggling of commitments. The work of healing - that one word that is mine for this year.
And some realities of the supernatural or spiritual world that I don't tend to talk about a lot here, because they don't tend to fit into the safe and normal and rational world. Those realities have been intense lately, too.
And so, amidst all this, I'm struggling. And staring at two weeks with final exams, and the continuation of other commitments.
I'm asking questions about coping methods, and watching as the ones that have worked well for me seem to be falling apart, at least temporarily, and searching for new ones.
And amidst this, this juggling it will quite possibly be quieter here. There may only be the Daily 5. It feels weird to say that the quiet is needed, and honestly, every time I give myself permission to be quiet, it was really the permission, the release of pressure that I needed, and there is suddenly a plethora of things to write about. So, who knows? But for now, I'm giving myself the permission to be quieter, and giving you who have so faithfully read here, an explanation of sorts for the potential that there may be quiet.
I'd appreciate your prayers as I make some decisions, seek counsel, and figure out ways to cope and be healthy. I so appreciate all of the connections I've made through this space over the years - each of the unique friends that are a part of my life. Thanks for reading, thanks for praying, thanks for sticking it out here through the quiet spaces as well as the ones full of words.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
So...today...
So today:
- I'm feeling slightly revived after one of the better sleeps I've had in several weeks
- I'm spending the morning with a friend, having coffee and catching up
- I need to study Greek and Latin word bases in preparation for a quiz tomorrow
- I have a job interview
- I'm wearing a necklace that I really like
- I'm praying for house church tonight, and for the friend who I asked to come as a guest speaker/teacher for the evening.
- I'm thinking about some laughable moments that may ensue
- I'll be applying for several more jobs
- I'm hoping the sun is out (I live in a basement, and I haven't seen outside yet)
- I'm scraping through my closet, trying to find job interview appropriate clothing. My student wardrobe consists of a lot of jeans and hoodies. I haven't exactly used a lot of my office employee wardrobe in the last year.
- I'm thinking about how every time I do eagle pose (the arm part, more than the leg part) in a yoga class, I end up sore the next day, because it stretches and pulls the parts of my shoulders and upper back that remain tight and sensitive, over a year after the car accident that injured them.
- For the moment anyway, I'm mostly smiling
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
In the Office
I'm back at work today and tomorrow, fufilling the last two days of my temporary contract.
I can't quite express how much of a gift this job was in this season.
It was a gift in that it provided financially for me, but also in that, amidst all the things going on in my life that I can't talk about explicitly here, God knew I needed a distraction. That another month of sitting around at home for most of each day wouldn't have worked.
It was a gift in that it was redemptive. After a long season of working for an organization that was founded on Christian principles, but seemed to bend those as needed to allow for maximum profit, it has been incredibly redemptive to work for an organization that exists to meet very real and specific needs for the underprivileged in my city. It's been a blessing to get to be the hands that met some of those needs. It's been special to get to spread some tangible joy and relief, especially in the Christmas season when (even for me) those are so often lacking.
And so, I'm in the office today and tomorrow, doing administrative clean-up after the last month of crazyness.
And I'm thankful.
I'm making plans for Friday and next week (starting with a trip to the Canadian passport office early Friday morning), but mostly I'm enjoying a quieter day at the office, marking a few tasks off my list, and having some time to sit quietly and thank God for this job, and pray blessings on the organizations future, as well as begin to turn my heart toward my own future plans.
I can't quite express how much of a gift this job was in this season.
It was a gift in that it provided financially for me, but also in that, amidst all the things going on in my life that I can't talk about explicitly here, God knew I needed a distraction. That another month of sitting around at home for most of each day wouldn't have worked.
It was a gift in that it was redemptive. After a long season of working for an organization that was founded on Christian principles, but seemed to bend those as needed to allow for maximum profit, it has been incredibly redemptive to work for an organization that exists to meet very real and specific needs for the underprivileged in my city. It's been a blessing to get to be the hands that met some of those needs. It's been special to get to spread some tangible joy and relief, especially in the Christmas season when (even for me) those are so often lacking.
And so, I'm in the office today and tomorrow, doing administrative clean-up after the last month of crazyness.
And I'm thankful.
I'm making plans for Friday and next week (starting with a trip to the Canadian passport office early Friday morning), but mostly I'm enjoying a quieter day at the office, marking a few tasks off my list, and having some time to sit quietly and thank God for this job, and pray blessings on the organizations future, as well as begin to turn my heart toward my own future plans.
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