My boring day.

Today I woke up and it was already time for my therapist appointment.  I had slept in when I meant to be getting up and doing things, but in my defense, I had stayed up to 2 the night before and was exhausted.

I went to my therapy appointment, and my therapist and I went over a book with me about depression.  I think she is trying to teach me what depression is.   I think our appointments are ok, but I wish there was more back and forth. I feel like she is talking most of the time and I never seem to be able to talk about what I want and need to talk about.  Other than that, I appreciate our visits.

After I came home, I applied for a couple of warehouses online and called to follow up on my applications to other warehouses.  No response, so far.

Then I crawled into bed and fell asleep.  I slept and before I woke up I had a strange dream, where I was trying to find the most high God over all because I felt I was losing all my powers and having trouble, and there were candles lighting the kitchen and dining room, and I was floating every couple of steps and trying to show my mom how to float.

Facebook is all heat, lack of gas and football season starting.  I can't wait for the weather to change to chilliness and for the sweaters to come out.  As for the lack of gas, I'm somewhat concerned that we may run out and everything will come to halt, but I walk to work, so not too worried.  As for football, I'm actually thinking about watching, but I'm not a huge fan or anything.

Life

What's the news?   

Facebook is still awesome.  It keeps us connected with family and friends. 

The word is out, Aunt Judy is also awesome.  

I'm a little worried about my friend's kid, called Peanut, because he had a broken arm and then shattered his femur and had to be transferred to Oklahoma for surgery.  It turns out his bones may be soft for some reason.  Poor little dude.  

Also everyone's talking about the weather, Hurricane Harvey.  Well, as far as I've heard, every has been safe except for a couple of dogs that were chained, and even most of those were rescued.  We only have some rain...very light rain.  

I just got a check and it looks like my student loan payments aren't going to be too high so I'll have a little spending money and money to pay my mom back.  

We skipped my therapist's appointment today, because my mom lost track of time.  I kind of am happy about it, but kinda not happy about it.  

Mom isn't able to get everything she needs to get done at lunch. 

God is still confusing, but we must pursue and seek Him.  Fight for him.  That's why I wish we were reading about David in the Bible.  He was a fighter.  

Applying for Warehouse jobs.  I feel this is where my strengths lie.  

I can play two songs on the guitar and am working on playing them from memory.  One is Will Not Take My Love Away, by Matt Wertz and the other is Let Her Go, by Passenger.  Contrasting songs, for sure.  

Have discovered Riffstation.  Only the most awesome site for learning songs with the chords.  

I need a capo.  

Analyzing Exercise, Realizing what I Really Need To Do, and Dropping things Which are Not Helpful

Feeling really motivated to do summery stuff now that summer is actually over. Like play guitar or eat vegetables.  It's like these past seven months have been my entire January and February.

I keep getting really conflicted about what I should do and what I should give up on.  I keep trying to analyze my life from different perspectives hoping I'll find some sort of brilliance to it, but the life in my life, still "exists between."  Unknowable and incomprehensible.

I keep looking for that "Ah-ha!" moment when everything is perfect, but I keep missing it by a mile.

I've been really worried about my mom as of late.  She seems really disorganized and rash.  Chopping our front bushes down to nubs, and pulling weeds as she holds the mail she just got out of the mailbox.  Watching a lot of TV, mostly crime shows.  I do feel I can't do anything for her without becoming entangled in her, as well, and I wish she would reach out to others, as I have been doing, which brings me back to my conflict.

I want to go to the gym and make exercising my hobby, because of this one video I saw which inspired me.  However, 1.  I don't want to exercise in my free time.  I am super lazy and unmotivated, plus my mom will not want to drive me, I know and we may get in fights about it.   2.  I need to get a full-time job and spend my energies on that.  So it's like priorities.  What is more important?  Going to the gym or getting a job...could going to the gym end up in me getting a job?  Maybe...I feel like the spiritual forces around me 1. Don't think I should get a job.  2.  Don't think I should exercise.  3.  Don't think I should knit.  4.  Don't think I should read.  5.  Don't think I should have cool apps.  6. Don't think I should play guitar.  7.  Don't think I should go to church meetings.  8.  Don't think I should go to Meetups.  9.  Don't think I should have a life outside of Subway.  10.  Don't think I should drink coffee.  And all this is all I have wanted to do lately.  So I'm not just fighting physical problems such as timing and positivity, but spiritual problems, and social-spiritual problems.

I feel like I see what I need.  1.  Health/Exercise.  2.  A full time job which can finance my paying off my student loans.  3.  Social interactions in which I can "catch up" from all the poor family and church interactions I had as a child.

Obstacles to Health/Exercise
Timing.  Primary motivation.  False beliefs.  Not making the time.  Heat.  Driving.  Embarrassment.  Feeling like I'm being selfish.  confusion, having no knowledge about different types of work out.

I hate making a big deal about the things I need, something in the Bible about Christians not needing anything to outsiders and because if I do, I'll be punished in some way, but I need to make a big deal about this so I can fight against everything that's keeping me from doing exercising and make a stand for my health and the health of others, really.

Timing.  I have to work around work.  I should exercise once a day.  an hour each day.  Weights and cardio.  As of late, I've been put on evening shift so probably in the morning I could work out.  Another timing issue is that I feel like I have to be different every day to keep myself interested in myself.  Hmmmmmm....really.  I got really bored with doing the dishes everyday.  So maybe if I just varied the workout. I was also really frustrated with the dishes because our drain is broken and I had to bring water in buckets to the kitchen sink to wash dishes.  Still this is a factor, just vary things

I have to clean the kitchen floor, so I often distract myself with cleaning instead of working out, putting cleaning first.

So I've carefully avoided time/importance issues, where and what?  I could walk 30 minutes to the gym to work out, they have machines, or I could work out at home.  First I'd do stretches to limber up muscles.  Then 30 minutes of pushups, situps, plank, leg lifts, squats and whatever other physical exercise that I can do at home.  My mom has some weights, so I could do something with that.  Then 30 minutes run/walking at the park or around the neighborhood.  I don't want to use the gym because it's 30 minutes there and back plus the workout itself.

Am I being selfish?  No.  Health is important for everyone.  Everyone needs to exercise.  I feel like when I exercise I grab energy needed for other projects and use them for exercise.  But this problem should go away after a few weeks of regular exercise.

I just thought of something.  I should be exercising now, instead of analyzing this to death.  Several things came up.  I don't want to exercise, first.  I should start tomorrow, second.  I should wait until it's less hot, third.  I think it's fair to want to start tomorrow.  In the morning, at 9 am.  Shouldn't be hot.

 This autumn will be an autumn of exercise.  This is the change I'm requesting.

I come back with an O RLY?  Because what is more important? Getting a job, working on social skills, or exercising?  Obviously working on social skills will lead you to a job and a job itself is way more important that exercising.

So should I take that time I would be using to exercise and instead look for a job?

Should I include social skill obtaining as part of getting a job?  Should I go to various meetups in the evenings?  I can't afford the Uber anymore.

Exercise would just be a hobby, while getting a new job is a lifestyle change.  I need the distractions I can recover from.

I should stop knitting, crosstitching, playing guitar, fun apps, reading, exercising, watching TV with my mom and going out at night and use them only for rewards for completing milestones toward getting a new job.

Thanks for listening to me analyze and cross analyze.  I've been trying to get my priorities straight and it's very difficult to be clear about what's the most important thing right now.

TBH, I've kind of at this moment given up on God.  I gave up on going to church among other things and felt a huge weight lifted off me.  I felt a huge amount of relief.  So I think it's a good thing.

I'm not interested in getting into a relationship right now.  That, also, is put on the back burner.

So the only thing left is finding a full time job.  I'm going at it right now.

Job Stuffs

So not everything is too brutally honest.  I'm referring to my previous post which I reverted to draft because of shocking content. Here's the ordinary stuff.  

I'm trying to write a cover letter for a job position with UTA Police Communications.  I realize how depressed I am, when all I can write is how depressed I am and how bad I would be for the job.  That's just what came out.  My home is not a safe space anymore.  I have to go forage in the wilds of Arlington.

I can't seem to recall my passion, my love for the company or an accomplishment or something funny.

I have an appointment with Dr. Tijanera tomorrow so hopefully we can go over some of that.  I don't know.  She's a career counselor as well as an ordinary counselor.

Ok, some of this is brutally honest.  Sorry.  Just what the readers want what they want.

Well, I haven't posted here in a while

it's because I'm going through all this internal strife, much of what doesn't make very much sense and I can't tell anyone, so I've been posting in my secret blog which no one can read.

Things are going well.

I slept all day until 7:30, and Jason was upset because he didn't know what happened to me.  I was upset because I slept way too long but my mom seemed happy and productive.

Made plans for Jason to meet my brother and sister-in-law.  I'm really rather nervous, since I value all of their opinions on each other.

Really just wanting tonight to knit my heart out.

Really delving into the meaning of prayer. If you look at the etymology of the word prayer in the English language, you find it means to desperately ask.  Then why when God prays, does he make command statements?  Give us this day our daily bread.  Forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sinned against us.

I really also want to get into job searching tonight because I'm not going to be able to sleep.

Looked up the word prayer in Greek, i.e. in the new testament, and it means to exchange wishes. We tell the Lord Jesus our wishes and God tells us His.  How sweet and intimate!  We share the desires of our heart and he shares the desires of His.  Thank you Lord Jesus.

In which I go in squeamish and come out polished.

I keep looking at my life from a different perspective.  This perspective is freaking out because either my mind or life is so disorganized it wants to control everything.  But I know everything is perfectly fine right now.  I'm right where I need to be.

I keep running into the problem of what to do with my free time.  I've been reading through my old textbooks that I got before I dropped out of school, because the debt I'm paying to my mom is the debt that was incurred that semester.   I feel like I'm getting closure somehow.

I've still got that "5 years to a diabetes cure" that I've promised and have been slacking on.  I feel like there are no real leads and that I'm extremely ineffective as an individual on the whole thing.

Job searching, of course, but I'm really discouraged, today, about it.  Especially, I feel like Subway's not done with me and I have no confidence, at least not today.  I feel like if I pray about it, God will turn me into mush.  This has happened before so I know it's true. I pray for something and only when I "leave" God, does anything happen.  Maybe it's just an experience of not keeping the Manna til the next day.

I keep going to Habitica, a really neat goal keeping app, for what I should do next and I keep thinking that it's a wrong thing to do.  I shouldn't trust a impersonal app to tell me what I should do next?  Maybe I should be depending on God?  I feel like the voices are trying to tell me something, but I don't know what.

What should I do with my free time?  I facebook and watch TV with my mom and watch YouTube videos.  I feel like I have a lack of control in my life, which is very nerve wracking.  Before this year I felt like I had a lot of control but with my dad coming back in the states and wanting to be the head of the family again, and getting a job with a boss and coworkers and customers to trust, and the boyfriend, I lost that control that I had.  It's very frustrating and confusing.  People feel more comfortable with me though, which is the one positive.

I feel afflicted with an overwhelming sense of boredom.  Maybe I'm comparing myself to Jason, who seems to take boredom head on. I used to, but have lost the will to fight it with all my might.  I feel like my previous will to get rest from my insanity has stretched farther into my future than my insanity itself, leaving me long-term wanting rest while short-term wanting excitement.  I have to fight against myself in a "past life."

I'm frustrated with all the health care information that HealthSpring keeps sending me.  Do I need a pap smear, a colostomy, breast exam?  Am I depressed?  I want to take it seriously, but I'm afraid of asking the doctors about the tests.  I'm embarrassed that I'm taking this seriously.  I want to write down all my questions but am only scheduled for a blood test next time, so I don't know if I'll even see the doctor.  If they really want us to have this shouldn't they be contacting the doctors and writing regulations so that we all get the healthcare that we all need?  Why do some people get more tests than others?

Why do I have so many unanswered questions lately?  I feel like I'm really stupid asking the stupid questions in the front and they have stupid answers so I ignore the answers, and I feel them going long term, and I feel like an idiot for having long term minor questions.  For example, the super important question, "What day is it?"  Just figure it out.  Don't memorize it long term.  But in my head, I feel like the answer is super important because me asking that stupid question and making it important makes me, well, me.  In kindergarten I did the same thing.  Doesn't make it any less stupid now.

And I've been ignoring the really important questions because I feel like I can only use them once and then they'll be absorbed into the amorphous spirit blob which is my dad, never to be seen again, unless he plans something for me, but he's probably paying attention to someone/something else so probably not.

I feel like I've been really "spacey" lately...?  or perhaps just not grounded?  And that is frustrating for a practical person for me.

I need to get a haircut and I keep forgetting to go.  I want to go tomorrow at 11 before work, but I may forget.  I have a dentist appointment next Monday that I need to ask off for if I don't forget.  

One thing has remained the same...the inability to wake up in the morning and even to wake up and not get back into bed, and the shame which goes along with that. I keep telling Jason about how I wake up late and I'm starting to get worried that I won't be able to get up to go to work, that I'll just sleep off my alarm.  It's embarrassing, inconvenient and unproductive.  At least some things never change.  I know two reasons I get up and go back to bed, (1.  Weird feeling.  I just feel like on my skin everything is weird and so I go to bed until that weird (often fearful) feeling is gone.  (2.  Nothing to do.  Which is absolutely not true.  I have a ton of things to do.  But I get up and I'm not going anywhere and my brain says go back to bed, so I half asleep go back to bed.

I kind a wish I had a circadian rhythm.

Really life's ok, I probably shouldn't complain.

i feel like invested a lot of me into this generation to get me out of a slump and I'm out, but that stuff I invested is "sooooo last season."  It hurts when your soul is sold, especially to people who couldn't care less.

I keep trying to do and be people I was last year and it's definitely not working.  I've changed so much since then.  I have to be old.  I don't like it.  I can't listen in on the energies I used to be able to listen to for hours.  my arms are different.  I'm not with the same people.  I can't use my spirit in the same way.  God is different. I smell different.  I smell weird, and my hair smells like old person.  My dad keeps changing things back to the way things were, and I feel like protesting, "I died so those things would die."  It's like a giant retarded cat.

Life is like a giant retarded cat.

I don't want to rely on dark energy, even though I know this pervades our planet, but light energy is so exhausting to use.  I wish I knew more about these different types of energy and how we get them.  There's them in the physical sense, but I think energy crosses the line of spiritual and physical.

Also acne is coming back after being gone for years.  My face is greasy, but my hair is dry.  I hate it.  Also, I have a hairy chin. I hate it.  I once paid $1000 dollars to get it lasered off, but to no avail.  It just grew back.  They emphasized that it only worked on dark hair.  My hair was dark.  I wondered if I should have sued for false advertising, but I never did.

I probably shouldn't have written all this, but I need to talk to someone.  My mom's pretty good for it sometimes, and Jason's ok, but nothing beats stream-of-consciousness complaining.  I really enjoyed spending time with Marie, too, last night.  We talked about various things.   I worry about her though, she gives everything when she works for the Lord, leaving nothing back as a reserve.

I keep getting the urge to organize and I have to resist it.  There IS NOTHING to OgGaNizE!   Everything is fine!  It will all get done!  Calm down!  Remain Calm!!!!!  It's like an background obsessive-compulsive need to organize, without intent or purpose.




So action plan:

Keep up with appointments, Doctor, Optometrist, Dentist, Psychiatrist, and Hair.  Get off morning lithium with faith.

Keep working at Subway and paying off debt to Mom, while working through textbooks to get closure from that semester.

Keep loving Jason and spending time with him.  At the three month mark, go to a meeting together and change single status on Facebook.  

Look for full time job in my spare time, which switches over having two part time jobs in the fall if nothing is found.  Keep networking and making friends, because that's how you get a job.

 

So bored. Sooooo bored.

I was going to hold off writing this post, but the feeling kept coming back.  Bored.  Not motivated.  Don't have any goals.  Depressed, I guess.

I keep finding myself sitting there with nothing to do.  I'm gonna clean and call some work places, and exercise later, but until my mom goes to work, I've got this free time.  AND Nothing to dooooo with it.

I can watch YouTube vids, but I feel like I've been taking advantage of that easy exit too much lately.  I feel like I need a project, like sewing my purple quilt that I've been putting off until my mom feels like helping me.  Something to do during the downtime. If you are reading this and you are my mom, please help me.

So there's that.  I feel like I have a big problem with the "NOW"ness of having something to do.  Welp, my mom's off to work, I guess that's my cue to exercise.  I can think of things to do outside of my sphere of existence in the now, like things to do later in the day, or dependent on others.   But no "NOW" things.  Except for this exercise.  Which I will do now.

A long and poetic rant about things that are bothering me.

so depressed.  I've been trying everything, and nothing works.  Reading old college textbooks, crafting, texting, facebook, talking to my mom, looking at the schedule that isn't helping.  Everything is fractured by this dent in my head.  

I don't really know what it is, and I'm afraid to mess with it. It could be positive?  It could be something else altogether.  All I know is it's making me too small to do anything, anything at all.  So I sit and drink my coffee and type on my computer, attempting to make sense of the universe, a dent in my head.  Is it sentient?  If so who sent it?  Should I just accept the law of the greatest insult that could be given a Megan, the law that says you can't do anything?  

I have been dealing with a lot of fear lately.  I've been hiding behind closed walls from this fear, but it is outside and ravenous.  I am afraid of fear.  I feel safe, for now, but I know once these walls are down, the fear will pour in like the ocean wall of water breaking a dike.  Who will I be?  What will I resort to, to keep a shred of identity after fear eats away at the fragile ego I have created within?  

My back aches.  I have been bent, crooked.  Maimed, almost.   Deformed, definitely.  

I refuse to perform self-care.  Exercise, showering and cleaning all go down before my own demand for love, un-given.  I seem to create a vacuum shaped "Megan's Love."  Love for myself, which I must fill before feeling whole.  

And yet, I don't follow the love, I follow myself: into the dark alleyway of words.  

I still have no motivation or ability to succeed even at simple tasks.  The greatness desires my death. How long can I live off shreds of ability of the others around me.  I have nothing better to do than complain. To complain is easy, to tickle the keys, jiggle the fingers.  They almost think for me, the clever, torrent of mind on hands.  

My tormentor claims to be a friend, but I believe him not.  He is brown like a berry in the sun.  I let him go, and he persists, I follow him and he desists.  This is no ordinary game of cat and mouse.  

The tasks are simple:  Do the dishes, take a shower.  In my flesh, I rebel. 

Then I am freed to do whatever I want.  I rebel a second time.  I wish to do nothing, after the agony which was inflicted upon me.  The wounding parties may have realized their wrong, but the outward fear and inner injustice remain.  

Hate pours out of my pores.  I continue to complain, albeit that I am slightly comfortable now.  I must be a perfect sacrifice for the nightly feeding.  This is just my home habit.  

I look up at my inspiration board.  "To fight BOREDOM.  Gaming to Save you from BRAIN STARVATION."  I only play games I can win.  Is that a game at all?  

Hyped on stimulants, neck bared, the muscles protruding, and bending, the veins pumping blue blood, thyroid and lymph nodes, bulging around segments of bone.  The gristle of voice box and esophagus hiding shrouded, still, in spirit.  Perhaps these are the final walls.  

I need to submit to my sensible lists of things to do. They were written in sense and love for me and others.  My children rebel, do something that get's grandpa's attention, he left them at the post office again, they leaning like green fronds in a dark spot, towards the light.  Like letters to Santa, they scrape the edges of a special bin, the letters to imaginary hopes and dreams, which would come true, but the cost of such dreams is a loneliness, a stretched love, a stretched imagination.  

Lovely dears.   I can't wait to meet them.  

My tormenter again decides that I've made a wrong choice, a choice I've been hiding because I am ashamed, confused, and blindly striking out.  Short sighted, my choices are his glasses of sharp vision and sudden death, or a look at my own nose as the only thing I can see in this matter.

Work, Money, Health, Relationships, and Basics

I'm so bored with life.

I know this person and they keep trying to control evil.  And I'm all...you don't control evil, that just makes it two times worse.  You know?  Anyway, their stupidness is annoying me.

I'm really bored.  There's nothing left for me to do in life, but work and pay bills til I die.

REALLY bored.  Like I'm so bored, my great grandchildren can feel it.

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Trying to get off the pills.  Lithium, which will be extra hard to get off of because I'll be at work and I need to tell my boss when I get off them, because a lot of my attitude could change in the morning.

I have a wellness home visit this month.  I don't really know what the point of that is, but I guess it's nice.

I have an appointment with my doctor's office in June and I'm really disillusioned by them because they keep being super unprofessional.  I ask them if I had a flu shot and they don't really know.  I don't feel comfortable enough to ask for tests or preventative shots, like for pneumonia and flu shots.  Aren't they supposed to make a record of this sort of thing?  I really care about staying healthy and they are anything but friendly.

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I paid my first student loan payment for 101.15 dollars.  It was not fun.  I want to pay my mom back before I start on my student loans, so this was a downer for me because, it's less money to her and more money to just probably interest.  I want to break the loans down separately because then I can pay back the un-subsidized loans first.  It doesn't really make that much of a difference unless I go back to school, but you never know.  Pay that loan off!  

The bundle I want to pay off after paying my mom the money I owe her (lanyard, but you have to start somewhere)  is the semester I took Communication and Society ( I didn't get this class, all I learned about was when radio started there was a lot of legislation concerning it), Public Address, where we learned the art of persuasion and how to write ad mail, and Creative Writing, in which everything and nothing happened.  (Actually, that's where I got lanyard...)  So newfound compassion for my mom and an appreciation for poetry.  That's what I'll be covering, I suppose.  But it will take a couple more months to pay off my mom.  I still owe her about $1,600.  

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I'm going to hold off on the job search for now.  Until the end of May.  I may venture tentatively into freelancing or call Thrive, and complete this job interview for this company, but these are all just tweaks, in my opinion.  I really feel that I'm terrible at my job.  I'll probably get fired.  But nothing ventured, nothing gained, and I can have a clear conscience that I worked toward paying back my mom. 

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I am trying to go back to the basics with some things.  Going to bed at the same time every night.  (12 am)  Getting up at the same time (8 am)  Not eating a whole lot at night, Exercising...even in the afternoon.   (Ninja's not here to get me going on walks, anymore), and keeping my mind clear.

I want to do a lot more social things, but every time I want to do something with others, I fail. I guess it's because I hit my mom and got a citation and had to go to anger management.  That sort of stuff follows you, however so slight.  I felt really bad about it, I have a lot of remorse, but I can't change the fact that it happened.  It just comes out and kills everyone.  IDK.

I've never been really great with people.  I facebook a lot, so I see a lot of baby and wedding pictures, but rarely make a real connection.  I don't want a whole bunch of friends, and my phone is broken so I've been barely connecting with my mom's cell phone.  So frustrating, but it's a free service, what can you do?

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I've decided to become like all the older unmarried sisters before me and give up on trying to force a relationship out of this dry ground.  So the plan is to do everything, BUT get married and have kids.  I think it's working so far.

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Nothing else going on except work, money, health, and the time/sleep management basics.  I miss my dog.  But I am making do.

My dog

I'm so sad about my dog.  It's weird.  I'm not even sure what exactly I'm sad about, but she was gone for two days to stay at the vets and visit with my brother and now she's back, but we can't go on any walks until she's recovered. 

And it may just be me, but I think some changes went on with her and me while she was gone and now things are all weird. 

I have to remember that she's a dog and I'm a human.  We are different.  And she feels better when she is treated like a dog. 

Notes on Topix of Interest

Listening to Young the Giant, I Got.  Do we italicize names of songs?  

In German they capitalize all nouns.  I feel like doing that time and again.  Grammar Rebel.  

Ecommerce/Retail

Now people don't even have to leave their home.  They can buy everything online.  They can order groceries, materials, products online.  All it takes is a box and a package handler/driver.  

What does this mean for people?  We are gradually growing into a society that is nonsocial.  We may not hate our neighbor, but we don't want to see him.  

Technology

I hate technology.  It's messy.  Seriously, when I think of technology, I think of wires.  Thousands of messy wires.  But I love the joy they can bring.  Music, Internet.  Really I think the good memories that I have with my family and friends are the best connections I have with technology.  I also think of gadgets.  Who really needs a gadget.  No one.  That's who.  

PC Gaming Hardware

I used to play NES with the friends at school and nothing will beat the original.  I really should buy a set before they get to be rare collectors items because they are the best and really the only PC hardware that I'd like to buy.  I kind of wanted to get a headset but that wasn't for gaming.  It was really for a phone job.  

VoIP, SIP Trunking, Unified Communications

I don't really get VoIP.  Changing phone calls into the internet?  Don't we have skype?  I don't see the awesomeness of this.  The definition that I looked up said that it bypassed the phone company, but that sounds slightly illegal. SIP Trunking.  I retarded at computer!  That's all I can say about that.  

Technical Topics

I physic-ed in high school, but majored in English in high school.  I made an A in that class, but I didn't take AP.  It's not really a second nature to me.  Too right brained.  I know "Righty Tighty, Lefty Loosy." But that's it.  I don't know how cars or computers work and I don't want to.  Ok, I'm lying a little, but that's more a general wish that I was good at something.  I'm jealous of my brother's and sister-in-law's extensive computer knowledge and expertise.  

Nutrition & Health

I think we should all eat lentils.  They are delicious and nutritious.  I made a huge pot and they don't have any of those negative things, like oils, sugars, meats, or hydrogenated oils.  Next I'm going to make some spaghetti with some veggies we have around the house.  Totally free of those nasty things, and completely natural.  I'm all about eating creatively and healthily.  

Entrepreneur-Focused Web Design

I think everyone in the world needs a website.  That's why Facebook is so great.  Free advertising of all the greatness of people.  If you are an entrepreneur, you should definitely get a facebook page to start yourself off.  People love "liking" things, they love being connected easily.  Best of all it's free.  

Messiness and Writing

I used to be such a neat girl.  Now I am so messy.  I drink and spill liquid from the corners of my mouth onto my shirt.  What happened to that little perfectionist?  Life, I guess.  I spill oatmeal, coffee, anything on the counters.  Mess is best.  Even at my job, I seem to make a mess of the vegetables in the bane at Subway.  I don't like myself when I do, in fact I hate myself.  But I can't seem to control the details. So I just keep on being messy.

My mom has all these mason jars we use as drinking glasses.  Ball is printed in cursive on the front and it also advertises a "WIDE MOUTH."  on the back, raised in glass is a fruit medley.  I really think most people would enjoy using mason jars as glasses, because they are authentic and rustic.  My mom thinks they don't have a weird taste like plastic cups do.  I haven't noticed a difference in taste, but as far as uniqueness, I would say, yes, go for a mason jar.

I'm really bummed because I look on these job boards and they seem to have these jobs where they expect you to have written something in your life. And I've written essays for school and a bunch of Search Engine Optimization articles.  I don't really feel sound enough in soul, or am enough of a peaceful, reflective lake to write.  I have all these ripples and eddies, and there's these swords popping out at adventurers.  It's a mess.  The Lady in the Lake doth be Distress.  

Getting on these board ads, I read them and then immediately panic.  Warning sirens go off.  I don't know how to write, I don't know how to write, I don't know how to write, starts a chant in my head. 
Panic, big time.  I look around for my grounding tools, 5 things I see, 4 things to hear, 3 things to feel, 2 things to smell and 1 thing you taste.  But I all can see is the giddy computer screen, all I can hear is the chant, and I feel horrible, I can't smell a thing and then there is the bitter taste of defeat.  

Ok, I am exaggerating.  

But I do panic. Like a pinned insect, I squirm against the wall pushing me towards writing and the tiny pin line of me that thinks I can't do it.  

What's the solution?  Build confidence.  What does confidence mean?  The firm belief that you can rely on something.  If you do then you will believe.  Doing ushers in belief.  So what do you do.  You write.  Here I am, writing.  So to make it even more simple, create a daily habit of writing the types of writing that you are looking to write for others.    

Not being just writing itself, but other subjects and tone of writing is what I aim to practice.How do you change your style of writing?  So definitely blog personal matters, but also read and expand your universe with unique and diverse types of writing.  Try to write with another's voice.  It's not so hard. Speak with a different tongue.  

I don't even know what to write

Sometimes I'm just dry in experiences.  I like to think of it as full of potential.  Instead of forcing myself to go out and experience things, I'll just dream about them.  Maybe they will be better that way. Kind of put myself in a neutral posinto.

I'm up at 4 am and I couldn't sleep tonight.  The bed is like a hammock now, it's so well worn.

 For some reason, I'm doing all the usual things without the usual rewards.  I guess now with a new job, I have to make new patterns within the boundaries of old patterns.  Dishes, preparing foods, helping others.  These are all old things that I have to recycle to fit a new pattern.

So instead of getting depressed or even if I am depressed, I just need to keep getting out there and enjoying the fresh air on my walk to work.  If I could move out I would love to be in a new situation and with new, coZier surroundings, to fit my new lifestyle.  It's just practical.

I've really been going through a tough time with my dog baby.  She is having trouble adjusting to the new schedule and won't leave the door unscratched as I leave for work.  I don't know much about dog boredom, but she is really lonely, I think when I leave for work.  Maybe I could get another person in here to babysit her while I'm gone!  I think she needs the social interaction just as much as a human..  I don't want her to get depressed!

I think that she's the prettiest thing and her coat is so shiny and glossy, like a silver seal.  We have to take care of that coat.  She needs a lot of  attention.

I really think she misses by brother, because he was such a calming presence.  He could manly her in a couple of seconds and she would submit like a pup..  As Ceaser would say, "He has calm, assertive energy."

 I'm glad I have my dog, but I'm realiZing that she is not the only precious creature in my life.  There are other people, too.

Having weird dreams

I had these weird dreams that I was in a cafeteria.  I often have dreams where I'm working at Chuck E. Cheese, but things are different.  I sort a dreamed about a board room, talking to some businessmen taking a class or seminar, we went into Chuck E. Cheese.  And there were kids, and I think my dog was almost in my dream.  The dreams are really vague and not specific.

Oh, I suddenly remembered.  I was farming with my sister.  We had committed to taking this load of wheat or something to the suppliers.  I kept trying to drive unsuccessfully.  Then I was reaping the wheat with a tractor, but it was in my friend's parent's living room.  And after we did this for her parents, we were going visit my parents and do something for them.  Weird dream.

I'm actually up this morning!  Struggled with it though.  Nothing's perfect.  If it was, I'd probably be disappointed.  Enough for me to have morning revival, do stretches, check out my relaxation binder, and make some calls.

My back and neck are so weird, they are relaxed, but tense.  I'm not sure how to describe it.  Maybe my back is relaxed and the rest of my body is tense.

I should have majored in Advertising.  I have a huge and uncontrollable urge to communicate things. "Huge!"

Well, I have to go get ready for work.  I feel so grateful that I have a job.

So challenged.

I've been really challenged, lately.  

Arlington,TX officially has a bus line.  I thought that the MAX was going to go the way of the dinosaur, but common sense prevailed.  

There's this junk mail that keeps getting through my spam filter.  Resource Depot.  I don't unappreciate their attentive emails that seem so helpful, but really are not what I need right now.

Medium is kinda my favorite now.  I really like their style.  Serious but casual.  Comedic, yet intense.  

I'm starving.  I've been skipping lunches because of my work shift and am alternately befuddled and grateful.  Confused because I don't want to be a starvation all the time, but happy cause I'm losing weight.

I'm hangry and tired.  Great combination.  I made a to do list with forumlaic intentions, measuring urgency, importance, time, reward, and punishment and my motivation got worse.  I was being pushed to exercise this morning and my head didn't want to do it.

I need to clean the bathroom.  I don't want to move.  I just want to be stationary.  Like barely move. The house is free ing.  Very cold.  It says 74, but it feels way below that.  i also need to exercise. Don't want to do that.  Feeling very la y and sad.  Sad at the loss of everything.

Made a fro en meal and some popcorn.  Should tide me over.

Feeling #blessed.

 I need to wash the dog and the bathroom.

Ninja's losing weight too, on this regimen of two cups of food a day. I sneak her food.

Ate some food, gonna go take a nap.  feel like a  oo animal.  Nothing to do but eat and lay in the sun.
Tired and lonely.

Ordinary Day

My fingers Hurt.  I cut my fingers today, accidentally.  It's hurts a little typing, so I'll be brief.

Listening to ole' Jack Johnson.  

Had some luscious warm cocoa complimented by my mom's herbal tea, watching Wheel of Fortune. Boring, but coZy.  Ninja relaxing because her people are here.  

Prepped for the weekend.  

Jesus Life, Money Life, Mom Life,

I'm staying up tonight.  If I sleep later than 12, I'm just not going to try to sleep at night because I know it'll be ridiculous.  I have so much work to catch up on.

I slept in til 3 today and I still can't figure out how to wake up in the mornings.  I listened to my alarm go off and listened to my mom come home, half-awake, but didn't get up until a few hours later.  

I woke up all grumpy and the minute I sat at my desk to have a morning time with the Lord Jesus, everything turned around. But the thing is, I didn't want it to turn around, I wanted to deal with my dirtiness, my muddiness and my death before God.  So I was very frustrated that He turned everything around.  The Lord has His great doings and His turning personality and I have my small doings, and my coming to the Lord, dirty personality.  He says, I want to cleanse You, and I say, I want to stay in my dirtiness a while,  I just thank the Lord Jesus that He is hurrying me to realize that I can't waste my time.  I have to be one who is redeeming the time according to His will and His way.

I have $6.00 in cash, and $16.42 in Paypal, that I can redeem by a check. I'm going to wait until I make at least $50.00 to redeem it, because any amounts before that seem a waste of paper.

My mom gets home tired and is probably going to the grocery store tonight.  I asked her to get lentils, soymilk and frozen peaches. I also gave her a coupon for soap. We need more Dove soap, even though she has has a hidden stache, I think.  I could ask her, but relations between me and my mom have been breaking down as of late.  The conversation doesn't flow like it should, anymore. I'm going to work on it.  Sometimes it's difficult to talk to her because she can't hear very well and asks, "What?" in a loud voice.  It's kind of funny.  I know she's getting older and I have to be appreciative of this fact.

Problems and Solutions

What's up with me?

I've been avoiding my bed and sleeping on the couch.

I think it's because the couch is more comfortable than the bed.

The bed has a dip in it.  A purple dip.

It's strange, when I come to write, I feel like all I have to do is complain.

Complain about the purple dip, the fact that I'm missing a meeting I was invited to tonight.  Missed out on all day.  That I can get up and eat breakfast and then against all my wishes go back to sleep, missing out on the whole day.  My real family who cares not a whit about me.

My trouble-making dog/baby.  That I have to collect the trash and empty the recycle bin.

But mostly that I didn't get up and I can't sleep in my bed and I can't decide whether to stay up or go to sleep.  And that I missed the home church meeting.

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After dealings with the Lord
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But I can take all these problems and make them into blessings.  The Lord Jesus is on the throne and if I just take Him as my life and everything, and ignore my bad feelings, God has a way.

I was reading about Tyre and Sidon in Ezekial, and God really hated them.  He hated Egypt, as well.  Since Tyre was so boastful and interested in making itself beautiful and great that he considered them as Satan and vowed to destroy them. 

I know often I can, in my distraction, try to make my house as beautiful as possible.  As functional and happy as possible, but I think God doesn't want to make my house beautiful and great.  He just wants me to have a house that has Godmen in it.  A God house, not a good house.  

Apology

Ok, everyone.

Here's the thing.  I have offended some people with my darker posts.  I want to apologize/not apologize.

I want to apologize for not seeing things your way.  The feeling of the other people around you and who listen to you is important, not to mention necessary.  I care about you and I don't want to hurt you or your feelings.

That said, I am getting to the point in my life where I don't care about embarrassing things, and I'm not going to keep them a secret and poison myself with them anymore.  I feel like getting them out on the page, to people who can pray for me is better than bottling them up and hating myself and others.  When I'm writing negative things about someone it's because I can't reach them any other way.  I've talked to them one on one, and another person has come with me to talk to them, and they still haven't listened to any correction, so I give it up to you.  In this way, I'm not apologizing.

I'm not trying to say I should correct my elders.  I still respect that.  I'm trying to say that there's a verse in the Bible that says you shouldn't vex your children.  Let's just say I'm very vexed.  Whatever that means.

That said, I will try not to write anymore negative things.  That's not fair to you.  If I feel bad, I'll get a therapist.  Thank you for bearing with me in the meantime.  I appreciate you reading this blog and I appreciate your support.