Summer Blog

Warning!!!! The blog you are about to read contains plagiarism. Title, content, and full paragraphs have been stolen without authorization from the author. She just so happens to be my best friend, and apparently, like usual, in my head, because something like this was exactly what I planned to write today.

Seems that I can't find the inspiration to even jot down blog ideas these days. Not for lack of topics. I find myself consistently and constantly thinking, "I should blog about that." I never quite get around to it. Life is better when I blog about it...Because I slow down enough to think about the nuances and immensities of life. And it's just good for me to write down something, anything.

I noticed the other day that I haven't been talking as much lately. My phone doesn't ring as often and I just really don't care to pick it up to call anyone either. I'm not sure yet what that's an indication of. Maybe I am stressed. It could have to do with the "mood altering" drugs I am once again on to treat a lupus flare. But I noticed the other day that I'm learning to keep things to myself. And my quiet summer taught me the value in that.I am unpacking from last weekend's move to my new home. A new environment. One that fits well from all four sides. The four sides would be mine and my three new housemates Rose, Lorne, and Kaitlyn. Everyone is on the move here as the Iverson's have just sold their other home. So the unpacking is in full fling. But I think we're all looking forward to what God's going to do as the bubble wrap and boxes come undone. Have you ever noticed how disruptively peaceful moving is? Packing life into boxes, organizing, cleaning out closets, tossing away things that haven’t been used or looked at in months (or years), visiting memories – good and painful, wrapping fragile keepsakes in newsprint, and then unpacking and organizing it all on the other end. One might think I had an obscure fascination with it all for as often as tend to do it. That one might be correct. I would really like to stay put for a bit. I want for consistency in a living space. But the good news is I'm learning there's more purpose to my moves than I tend to realize. And I'm done asking why. I'm just getting up and going. (Time to get less stuff!)

Today was a gorgeous example of fun at work. Which made this summer full of work almost entirely worth every moment. My new job is a great time - I feel like a kid again working there. At work today (kinda) I got to ride in a Jeep (and don't worry I learned the hard way not to call it a car) that was too high for me to get into without help and then the driver of said Jeep demonstrated a wheely for his passengers. "NOT SAFE!!!" my inner nanny and grown-up screamed. "But what Fuuunnn!!" soared the teenager who never really had a chance to catch her breath. Then we ate pizza and went bowling. It was a staff appreciation day of sorts as we prepare to run ragged next week at the Summit. Suggestion - when you say "yes" to God it's usually never a good idea to follow with a qualifier of any sort. Statements such as, "I'll do anything but work with _____." usually end up with God filling in that blank just the way you did. In my case I got a little lucky. The blank is a different word than the one I had there; but it means the same thing. This summer has been much about showing me that He's wired me for this job in ways I wasn't ready to see before now.

While working today I signed up for an "extra" shift next week for the conference. And suddenly realized that I worked away another beautiful summer day. That's really all I've done this summer. I've been insanely busy. I would just like to remind the vast audience of readers that there is a sure way to get on my good side for the remaining days of summer. Encourage me to have fun. Maybe even make me make time for it. Somehow I've forgotten how. That is of course, if you are looking for ways to get on my good side. ;-)

I am also working this weekend, but not before enjoying my one glorious day off tomorrow. As I head into the last week of the life I have known as a nanny the plan is to organize, write, be so busy with the conference that I’m going to want to die, and hang out with friends. To whom I may talk. But not very much. Because my summer has been excellent; probably the most obvious reason for my less frequently moving mouth. I might be stressed. In fact, yes. I am. And yet, my life is sweet. I'm savoring the changes. They are something great because they started an amazing place. So many many changes this summer. And sometimes when your mouth is moving, change is harder to absorb. I have loved this summer. I am looking forward to a new start. A new job. A new home. A new beginning. What do I have to worry about?

See, I told you. Blogging is good for me. I feel free again. Thanks.