Four years of blogging. Four years! I spent as many years blogging as I did in high school. Crazy to think about this whole adventure, It has been one of the most consistent things in my life. I have learned so much from blogging that I thought I would share with you some of my biggest lessons learned:
Have you ever met someone that you just connected with immediately?
That’s the way it was with me and Corey. I walked into United Theological Seminary and immediately sought the sanctuary of the corner, I don’t know if you know this or not, but the people who aren’t sure about what’s going to happen like to hide in the corner.
My son has done the unthinkable. He has done something I could never have imagined, and honestly – I don’t even know how to respond.
I’m convinced that a to-do list is a tool of the devil. I mean, think about it. Have you ever noticed how they just keep growing? And eventually, you run out of the room so you have to start another one? And soon you have a to-do list of to-do lists. I don’t know about you, but sometimes my to-do list feels like I’m watching the creek rise. It gets higher and higher, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
I like to get stuff done.
I wouldn’t call myself a workaholic, but I would say that I’m driven and certainly passionate. I often describe myself as intense. It’s just who I am, it’s not good, it’s not bad, but a reality that I face every time I look in the mirror.
My birthday is this week, and on Sunday when I turn 37 years young I will again prepare for another trip around the Sun. Sometimes (and I’m sure I’m not the only person to do this) I sit back and think about how suddenly I became a grown up. I don’t feel like a grown up, and if it weren’t for all the grown-up responsibilities I have I would emphatically deny it.
One full week. We are one full week into school and the rhythmic change to our lives is noticeable. Honestly, I think we all just want summer back. We want the days of no “real” schedule, of sleeping in, of not being rushed. In our first week back we almost missed the bus once, one child forgot her school ID, and the big child has been grumpier than I’ve ever seen him.
Dear Tony,
I wanted to write you a little note about your kids. I know how much you love those rug-rats. I know they mean the world to you. I also know that you would do anything for them, and that’s pretty cool.
We knew it was coming. She declined treatment on the mass that didn’t belong in her body and she had long decided that she was going to go out on her own terms. At 88 years young she earned the right to call her own shot.
Have you ever seen first-grade football? When they put those helmets on for the first time it is sort of like watching a bunch of bobblehead characters run up and down the field.