Pero cuando menos piensas sale el sol.
Very true. This is somewhat of a time in my life where the Lord has opened a window when I found myself facing closed doors.
Thursday, December 29, 2011
Cuando Menos Piensas Sale el Sol
I am so very grateful for a much needed vacation. Even though it has only been a few days, I needed the break from work. I've done ok not thinking about work. Whenever work thoughts creep into my head I push them away as best I can. I've needed the break for several reasons: 1) I have become somewhat hyperfocused on things at work, 2) I haven't been doing very many creative things and have been feeling somewhat stifled of soul, 3) I've also been feeling somewhat agitated and impulsive
Pero cuando menos piensas sale el sol.
I decided to start running again. This means I need new music. So I went to the public library to check out some CDs. One of which was a newer album by Shakira, which I have thus far been pleased with. It is reminiscent of earlier albums which I've enjoyed. The initial track, Sale el Sol, struck a chord with the refrain, "pero cuando menos piensas sale el sol" (when you least think it, the sun comes out).
Very true. This is somewhat of a time in my life where the Lord has opened a window when I found myself facing closed doors.
Pero cuando menos piensas sale el sol.
Very true. This is somewhat of a time in my life where the Lord has opened a window when I found myself facing closed doors.
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Happiness
Well over a month has gone by and I haven't yet written about what I had been thinking about. It is still on my mind, but that is about all. I haven't done a whole lot with it.
And I recognize that I need to be a bit...more.
Today during relief society we talked about modesty. Later at home a couple of roommates and I had a brief discussion about some of the said and unsaid comments. Essentially the conversation touched on the disconnect between words and actions. I recognize this about myself. I can say all the right answers all day long. But how often do I really put my heart and soul into doing them? I admit that it hasn't been anytime lately.
Funny how life is. I have been very happy lately. I want to say that I'm not sure why, but I know that it is a culmination of several things. It is outside voices who say "happiness is a choice," and voices who talk about how confident they are. People probably don't realize how much soaks in, but stuff soaks in for me. I listen, mull it over for a while, and somehow absorb something from it.
A lot of my thoughts lately have been about gratitude I guess. Grateful people are happy people. No matter how little or how much someone has, if they are grateful for it, they will be happy. No matter what is going on in your life... if you are grateful, you will be happy.
And I recognize that I need to be a bit...more.
Today during relief society we talked about modesty. Later at home a couple of roommates and I had a brief discussion about some of the said and unsaid comments. Essentially the conversation touched on the disconnect between words and actions. I recognize this about myself. I can say all the right answers all day long. But how often do I really put my heart and soul into doing them? I admit that it hasn't been anytime lately.
Funny how life is. I have been very happy lately. I want to say that I'm not sure why, but I know that it is a culmination of several things. It is outside voices who say "happiness is a choice," and voices who talk about how confident they are. People probably don't realize how much soaks in, but stuff soaks in for me. I listen, mull it over for a while, and somehow absorb something from it.
A lot of my thoughts lately have been about gratitude I guess. Grateful people are happy people. No matter how little or how much someone has, if they are grateful for it, they will be happy. No matter what is going on in your life... if you are grateful, you will be happy.
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
Breanne Day
Several weeks ago my roommate Alisha announced that she had declared an "Alisha Day" because she needed one. She "worked from home" for half a day, got a phone call to come get a massage, and then when she went into work and announced it was a day in honor of herself, people actually got behind that and wanted to bring her cakes the next day! And then they did!
When she told me of this, I was honestly a bit baffled by this entire scenario. Were I to declare a "Breanne Day", that would be the day everything would go wrong. I chalked it up to how some things just work out for some people. I stopped wishing and trying to be a part of those some people a long time ago, and just accepted my life as is. It is far easier to just accept it an move on instead of getting frustrated at trying to change things that I cannot change.
Alisha was just as baffled at my reaction and perspective. And in honor of that I thought, "Well maybe I could have a Breanne Day." Of course as soon as I whispered it out loud, things turned sour at work and I immediately abandoned any thoughts of a day.
Fast forward to today. My birthday. My day. I didn't not say it out loud, but I did tell myself Happy Birthday this morning and I knew that today was going to be a good day. And it was a great day. My mom sent me flowers at work, the guy at work that I haven't been getting along with bought me lunch, people told me happy birthday, I got a present in the mail from Jess (so cool by the way. A blue canary night light, and a wonderful tribute to the college days of listening to They Might Be Giants), I finished the Book of Mormon (and I started it on October 1 of this year), and I went to dinner at a very cool restaurant (Magic Time Machine) with my roommates and friends, and had a wonderful time :)
So I just wanted to blog about how I've had a good day today and hope to blog soon about some other things I've been thinking on.
When she told me of this, I was honestly a bit baffled by this entire scenario. Were I to declare a "Breanne Day", that would be the day everything would go wrong. I chalked it up to how some things just work out for some people. I stopped wishing and trying to be a part of those some people a long time ago, and just accepted my life as is. It is far easier to just accept it an move on instead of getting frustrated at trying to change things that I cannot change.
Alisha was just as baffled at my reaction and perspective. And in honor of that I thought, "Well maybe I could have a Breanne Day." Of course as soon as I whispered it out loud, things turned sour at work and I immediately abandoned any thoughts of a day.
Fast forward to today. My birthday. My day. I didn't not say it out loud, but I did tell myself Happy Birthday this morning and I knew that today was going to be a good day. And it was a great day. My mom sent me flowers at work, the guy at work that I haven't been getting along with bought me lunch, people told me happy birthday, I got a present in the mail from Jess (so cool by the way. A blue canary night light, and a wonderful tribute to the college days of listening to They Might Be Giants), I finished the Book of Mormon (and I started it on October 1 of this year), and I went to dinner at a very cool restaurant (Magic Time Machine) with my roommates and friends, and had a wonderful time :)
So I just wanted to blog about how I've had a good day today and hope to blog soon about some other things I've been thinking on.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Where has the time gone?
So I know it has been a while... a long while. And I was supposed to be fairly consistent. Work happened I guess.
I've been working now for Northside ISD. I like the people I work with. I like my supervisor. I like the schedule a little better. I do not like the paperwork and the bureaucracy. I do not like the school system. They are stupid. Not the teachers and not necessarily the administration (although I think some of whatever has got those making the mandates has gotten into some of the administration).
I'm just really frustrated with it I guess because it isn't going to change. Nobody stands up and says "The way we do this is inefficient, It could be done better!" Its just me with a bunch of people looking up at me, wondering what I'm doing.
Maybe they tried it once and nothing got changed. I dunno. It is rather disconcerting. Better to just do things the dumb inefficient way. Whatever. Should things continue in such a manner, I am not going to renew my contract. I just need to get my CCCs.
But I'm always unhappy about something it seems. If it isn't that it will be something else.
I have some new goals I've started. Paying off my student debt in 2 years is kind of a lofty goal. Doable, but a little difficult. Not a lot of wiggle room.
I've had the goal since June to read the Book of Mormon for 45 min a day. I've been failing miserably at it until recently. So far in the month of October I've read at least 45 min every day. My parent's branch president promised from the pulpit that doing that "will change who you are." I want to put that promise to the test.
I've been feeling rather unfulfilled lately. I don't know what it missing in my life, but that gnawing hole in my soul is beginning to be raw again. I've prayed about it and gotten a blessing about it. I need to be serving. And I am. I don't always know what that means though. And roommates don't always like me doing nice things for them :( Makes them feel guilty or something. So I'll have to find another way to attempt to find fulfillment in service.
I enjoyed General Conference. I have absolutely been thinking that Heavenly Father has forgotten me, that he doesn't need me for anything, and that I don't have much of a purpose anywhere. But President Uchtdorf said, "You Matter to Him" on Saturday and "You are Not Forgotten" during the Relief Society Broadcast. So it must be true, right? I just wish I could feel it. It's great to hear it, and I believe that what they say is true, but I still feel tired and alone. I still feel like I draw unlucky cards in the game of life. I know I shouldn't compare, but my roommate has this awesome job that she complains about all the time. I know her job isn't all sunshine all the time. But it has a lot of perks. She gets 2 months of vacation a year that she can take anytime. She gets to take naps at work, she can work from home whenever she wants, she can go play ultimate frisbee in the middle of the day, and the list could go on. When she comes home, there is no work to do. (My work frequently follows me home, in my thoughts and in my arms). There are a lot of perks to the job. But she talks about it like she can't stand going. And maybe she can't. I don't do her job, but if I didn't like it that much, I'd find something else I think.
Maybe the grass is always greener on the other side. Really I want a job that I look forward to going to every day. If I'm going to spend the majority of my time at work, I want to be doing something that I enjoy. I like the part of my job where I help people, and where I figure out the puzzle of why something is. I don't mind the part of paperwork (documenting is absolutely necessary, that's how things get measured and how you can tell you are even doing anything effective. I love to collect data). I just don't like the way the paperwork is done. It is dumb. ARDuous even. I don't like that my paperwork takes up the majority of my time. I think I'm going to take data on how much of my time I'm spending on each of my activities related to work (paperwork, therapy, planning). I'd be interested to know.
I'm not sure why I feel forgotten. Sometimes I don't feel like I have anything to offer. When I was younger I had all these plans to do something great and be someone great. I felt like there was greatness in me, lying dormant, waiting to emerge like a fresh bud on some kind of plant awesomeness. I feel like now there isn't anything great in there, nothing is going to bud because there is nothing to bud on a non-flowering weed. And then I feel dumb for ever thinking that there was anything great when there wasn't. Maybe it's a matter of getting used to the idea that I'm not meant for that. I'm meant for something else. Just accept it and move on. Stop fighting against something that isn't in the plan.
I've been working now for Northside ISD. I like the people I work with. I like my supervisor. I like the schedule a little better. I do not like the paperwork and the bureaucracy. I do not like the school system. They are stupid. Not the teachers and not necessarily the administration (although I think some of whatever has got those making the mandates has gotten into some of the administration).
I'm just really frustrated with it I guess because it isn't going to change. Nobody stands up and says "The way we do this is inefficient, It could be done better!" Its just me with a bunch of people looking up at me, wondering what I'm doing.
Maybe they tried it once and nothing got changed. I dunno. It is rather disconcerting. Better to just do things the dumb inefficient way. Whatever. Should things continue in such a manner, I am not going to renew my contract. I just need to get my CCCs.
But I'm always unhappy about something it seems. If it isn't that it will be something else.
I have some new goals I've started. Paying off my student debt in 2 years is kind of a lofty goal. Doable, but a little difficult. Not a lot of wiggle room.
I've had the goal since June to read the Book of Mormon for 45 min a day. I've been failing miserably at it until recently. So far in the month of October I've read at least 45 min every day. My parent's branch president promised from the pulpit that doing that "will change who you are." I want to put that promise to the test.
I've been feeling rather unfulfilled lately. I don't know what it missing in my life, but that gnawing hole in my soul is beginning to be raw again. I've prayed about it and gotten a blessing about it. I need to be serving. And I am. I don't always know what that means though. And roommates don't always like me doing nice things for them :( Makes them feel guilty or something. So I'll have to find another way to attempt to find fulfillment in service.
I enjoyed General Conference. I have absolutely been thinking that Heavenly Father has forgotten me, that he doesn't need me for anything, and that I don't have much of a purpose anywhere. But President Uchtdorf said, "You Matter to Him" on Saturday and "You are Not Forgotten" during the Relief Society Broadcast. So it must be true, right? I just wish I could feel it. It's great to hear it, and I believe that what they say is true, but I still feel tired and alone. I still feel like I draw unlucky cards in the game of life. I know I shouldn't compare, but my roommate has this awesome job that she complains about all the time. I know her job isn't all sunshine all the time. But it has a lot of perks. She gets 2 months of vacation a year that she can take anytime. She gets to take naps at work, she can work from home whenever she wants, she can go play ultimate frisbee in the middle of the day, and the list could go on. When she comes home, there is no work to do. (My work frequently follows me home, in my thoughts and in my arms). There are a lot of perks to the job. But she talks about it like she can't stand going. And maybe she can't. I don't do her job, but if I didn't like it that much, I'd find something else I think.
Maybe the grass is always greener on the other side. Really I want a job that I look forward to going to every day. If I'm going to spend the majority of my time at work, I want to be doing something that I enjoy. I like the part of my job where I help people, and where I figure out the puzzle of why something is. I don't mind the part of paperwork (documenting is absolutely necessary, that's how things get measured and how you can tell you are even doing anything effective. I love to collect data). I just don't like the way the paperwork is done. It is dumb. ARDuous even. I don't like that my paperwork takes up the majority of my time. I think I'm going to take data on how much of my time I'm spending on each of my activities related to work (paperwork, therapy, planning). I'd be interested to know.
I'm not sure why I feel forgotten. Sometimes I don't feel like I have anything to offer. When I was younger I had all these plans to do something great and be someone great. I felt like there was greatness in me, lying dormant, waiting to emerge like a fresh bud on some kind of plant awesomeness. I feel like now there isn't anything great in there, nothing is going to bud because there is nothing to bud on a non-flowering weed. And then I feel dumb for ever thinking that there was anything great when there wasn't. Maybe it's a matter of getting used to the idea that I'm not meant for that. I'm meant for something else. Just accept it and move on. Stop fighting against something that isn't in the plan.
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Gatorbait 2
I just thought I'd post this picture though. This is me after the race, right before I got in the car and drove home.
Friday, August 12, 2011
Gatorbait
Saturday is my very first triathlon.
500m swim
13mi bike
4mi run.
I got an email to remind me of packet pickup and this is what it said:
"This is the 4th annual GatorBait Memorial Triathlon. In 2008 while we were in the permit process to secure the race, someone killed the 12ft Alligator that lived at the Lake. This was also the very first race that Redemption Race Productions ever produced. I hope you enjoy the race and have fun.
Whoop!
My mom is driving down on to attend the event with me. I hope to post pictures!
What's in a name?
I recently ate dinner with a new "bosom friend" I think. She is a very interesting woman who interestingly enough uses a name that she gave herself herself in college. As a joke at a ward activity she wrote Helga on her nametag and began to use that name in the ward. The ward boundaries changed and she decided to change her name when she found herself in the other ward. She began introducing herself with her new name, and people would ask "is that short for something?" She'd say yes it's short for Gertrude, but that isn't her name at all. But the name stuck.
In relating this to me, she also mentioned that at one point her bishop was asked by a friend why she went by that name. The bishop said that she was hiding behind her name. She didn't really agree with that until she moved to San Antonio. San Antonio is for her what Lubbock was for me. A very lonely and isolating place with few feelings of fitting in. She said her adopted name became something she hides behind. Her real name starts with a K and that's the name all her family use, always has. She said that most people don't know who she really is because she doesn't let them know K.
We proceeded to talk late into the night of profound things. It was very fomenting conversation. I hope that we become good friends and that some day in natural conversation K just falls out of me like I always knew her.
In relating this to me, she also mentioned that at one point her bishop was asked by a friend why she went by that name. The bishop said that she was hiding behind her name. She didn't really agree with that until she moved to San Antonio. San Antonio is for her what Lubbock was for me. A very lonely and isolating place with few feelings of fitting in. She said her adopted name became something she hides behind. Her real name starts with a K and that's the name all her family use, always has. She said that most people don't know who she really is because she doesn't let them know K.
We proceeded to talk late into the night of profound things. It was very fomenting conversation. I hope that we become good friends and that some day in natural conversation K just falls out of me like I always knew her.
Monday, August 1, 2011
Just Breathe
Maybe it's because I don't really have anything to do right now. I feel in a little bit of a funk. Work starts for me on Wednesday, well I have some training for work, but that will be good to have something to do.
One of my roommates served her mission in Madagascar and I've taken one of her books in order to attempt to learn Malagasy. So far I haven't learned a whole lot. The language has rules, but apparently it doesn't follow the rules. Pronunciation doesn't seem to follow all of its rules either. It is a little frustrating. And there isn't a whole lot of information online either. There aren't a whole lot of people dying to learn Malagasy. But I think it's cool and I'd love to talk a little with my roommate. I think that she'd like that too.
Whenever I feel in a funk I always try to look for things to do for other people. There are some girls in the ward that have gone gluten free. I made them some gluten-free chocolate chip cookies Sunday before last, but still haven't taken them. I have been trying to come up with a clever note that will inspire them to pay it forward. So far I've been at a loss for what to say in the note. Everything I've tried to come up with is either too cheesy or just silly.
Today was one of those days where I just had to remind myself, "Hey, you're ok. You'll be fine. Just breathe."
One of my roommates served her mission in Madagascar and I've taken one of her books in order to attempt to learn Malagasy. So far I haven't learned a whole lot. The language has rules, but apparently it doesn't follow the rules. Pronunciation doesn't seem to follow all of its rules either. It is a little frustrating. And there isn't a whole lot of information online either. There aren't a whole lot of people dying to learn Malagasy. But I think it's cool and I'd love to talk a little with my roommate. I think that she'd like that too.
Whenever I feel in a funk I always try to look for things to do for other people. There are some girls in the ward that have gone gluten free. I made them some gluten-free chocolate chip cookies Sunday before last, but still haven't taken them. I have been trying to come up with a clever note that will inspire them to pay it forward. So far I've been at a loss for what to say in the note. Everything I've tried to come up with is either too cheesy or just silly.
Today was one of those days where I just had to remind myself, "Hey, you're ok. You'll be fine. Just breathe."
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Bucket List
I recently made a list of things that I want to do in this life. Would you like to see it? I'm much more outgoing about sharing bits of myself than I've ever been before. These aren't in any particular order, just how they fell out of my head I suppose.
visit New Zealand
see Egyptian pyramids
visit Machu Pichu
see Aztec and Mayan pyramids
go skydiving
go bungee jumping
run a triathlon
run a marathon without walking any of it
have nice abs
learn another language (again)
visit Ireland
take painting classes
learn to watercolor
eat a French dessert in France
eat really good sausage in Germany
go ice fishing
have a family
see Easter Island
touch a Galapagos turtle in the wild
learn to surf
snorkel the Great Barrier Reef
scuba dive in the Mediterranean Sea
see the Whirling Dervishes
carve something cool out of wood
take dance classes with my husband
do temple work for all the people from my grandfather's genealogy
live in another country
plant a secret garden
play the piano good enough to play at church
give away $1,000,000
climb a mountain from the bottom to the top
chop down a tree
write an inspirational song
play the ukelele
plant a seed of a tree and then visit it 10, 25, and 50 years later
build a piece of furniture
feed a llama
say "mahalo" while in Hawaii
visit Alaska
see a broadway show in New York
ride a train
fall in love
start a fire using only a stick
ride in a hot air balloon
attend a Monster Truck Rally
publish a cookbook
play 25 songs on the guitar from memory
visit Tahiti
visit Fiji
learn to write in html
make each of my children a personalized quilt
go to a concert
make pottery
carve something cool out of stone
save a life
ollie
play the cello
help restore a vintage car and then drive in it
teach a college course
build a fence
make a phone call to my parents from another country
visit New Zealand
see Egyptian pyramids
visit Machu Pichu
see Aztec and Mayan pyramids
go skydiving
go bungee jumping
run a triathlon
run a marathon without walking any of it
have nice abs
learn another language (again)
visit Ireland
take painting classes
learn to watercolor
eat a French dessert in France
eat really good sausage in Germany
go ice fishing
have a family
see Easter Island
touch a Galapagos turtle in the wild
learn to surf
snorkel the Great Barrier Reef
scuba dive in the Mediterranean Sea
see the Whirling Dervishes
carve something cool out of wood
take dance classes with my husband
do temple work for all the people from my grandfather's genealogy
live in another country
plant a secret garden
play the piano good enough to play at church
give away $1,000,000
climb a mountain from the bottom to the top
chop down a tree
write an inspirational song
play the ukelele
plant a seed of a tree and then visit it 10, 25, and 50 years later
build a piece of furniture
feed a llama
say "mahalo" while in Hawaii
visit Alaska
see a broadway show in New York
ride a train
fall in love
start a fire using only a stick
ride in a hot air balloon
attend a Monster Truck Rally
publish a cookbook
play 25 songs on the guitar from memory
visit Tahiti
visit Fiji
learn to write in html
make each of my children a personalized quilt
go to a concert
make pottery
carve something cool out of stone
save a life
ollie
play the cello
help restore a vintage car and then drive in it
teach a college course
build a fence
make a phone call to my parents from another country
Monday, July 25, 2011
Updates
Well work had me a little busier than I expected. Things weren't going how I had planned them, so I looked for another job. And I found one. And I quit working where I was working. There were a lot of reasons I guess. And I think I'll be happier with the schedule at my new job.
I just wont start it until August. Which is nice because I'll have a little bit of a break. But I wont really have any income until Sept. I am working for Northside ISD. I never really thought I would go into the schools until I was married with kids or something, but right now I like the thought of the schools a lot more than doing home health for whom I was working. The schedule is much more to my liking (7:45-4) as opposed to what I was doing before (8-7:45).
Anyway, that is the job update.
Roommates are really going well. I'm liking the girls I live with. They are a lot of fun, each a kindred spirit in their own way. I feel good about being here and about the decision I made to live here.
Dating...
Wow, there is actually something to say on this topic. Usually that topic is like pumping a dry well. I've been asked out on several dates by three different people in the past few weeks, which has been a major boost to my ego.
Dare I name names... I think not.
There is the property investor: a 28 year-old who owns several rental properties and currently works in IT at USAA. His goal is to become independently wealthy via rental property and other such endeavors. I like that. I like that he wants to have time to do the things he wants to do and that he doesn't want to work in the office all the time. And I really do think he will become independently wealthy like he wants to. He is funny, and very optimistic.
Me: hey how's it going?
Property Man: oh it is so fantastic!!
Me: oh really, why?
Property Man: Well I woke up this morning and I didn't have any pain.
Me: oh that's good, have you been in pain?
Property Man: No but I was glad that I wasn't. I figured it is better to be humble than be compelled to be humble.
It was funnier on the phone than what I have written. He really is very optimistic about life though. And I kind of like that. It is different from me I suppose, but I want to be more optimistic.
There is also the Runner: a 30 year-old triathlete who can run a 6 minute mile. For pioneer day he ran the 5k in 20:30. Not too shabby. He is currently working part time and finishing his bachelor's degree at UTSA. He has served in the Air Force and speaks 3 languages. Finnish, because he served his mission in Finland, Korean because he was stationed there for a while, and English as his native language. He probably also can get by in German because he lived in Germany from age 7-14 while his father was stationed there. He has plans to go into the secret service and do spy things. And I think that is kind of cool.
Then there is Mr. Man: He is the grown up of the two. He is 35, has been divorced for 6 years and has three kids, 12, 9, and 6. I worked with his mom in the Lubbock temple and she asked if she could give him my number. I said sure, and he called. I've heard very good things about him, not only from his mother but from other people that know him from Lubbock. He is very nice, and very gentlemanly. We had a good time together. He is funny, a talented singer and guitarist. He taught me how to play La Bamba on the guitar. He speaks Spanish, and has that Latino flavor that I love.
As far as decisions on any of this business go, I'm not making any right now. I just want to get to know them a little more. We'll see who makes the first move with anything. I've been on at least three dates with each.
I just wont start it until August. Which is nice because I'll have a little bit of a break. But I wont really have any income until Sept. I am working for Northside ISD. I never really thought I would go into the schools until I was married with kids or something, but right now I like the thought of the schools a lot more than doing home health for whom I was working. The schedule is much more to my liking (7:45-4) as opposed to what I was doing before (8-7:45).
Anyway, that is the job update.
Roommates are really going well. I'm liking the girls I live with. They are a lot of fun, each a kindred spirit in their own way. I feel good about being here and about the decision I made to live here.
Dating...
Wow, there is actually something to say on this topic. Usually that topic is like pumping a dry well. I've been asked out on several dates by three different people in the past few weeks, which has been a major boost to my ego.
Dare I name names... I think not.
There is the property investor: a 28 year-old who owns several rental properties and currently works in IT at USAA. His goal is to become independently wealthy via rental property and other such endeavors. I like that. I like that he wants to have time to do the things he wants to do and that he doesn't want to work in the office all the time. And I really do think he will become independently wealthy like he wants to. He is funny, and very optimistic.
Me: hey how's it going?
Property Man: oh it is so fantastic!!
Me: oh really, why?
Property Man: Well I woke up this morning and I didn't have any pain.
Me: oh that's good, have you been in pain?
Property Man: No but I was glad that I wasn't. I figured it is better to be humble than be compelled to be humble.
It was funnier on the phone than what I have written. He really is very optimistic about life though. And I kind of like that. It is different from me I suppose, but I want to be more optimistic.
There is also the Runner: a 30 year-old triathlete who can run a 6 minute mile. For pioneer day he ran the 5k in 20:30. Not too shabby. He is currently working part time and finishing his bachelor's degree at UTSA. He has served in the Air Force and speaks 3 languages. Finnish, because he served his mission in Finland, Korean because he was stationed there for a while, and English as his native language. He probably also can get by in German because he lived in Germany from age 7-14 while his father was stationed there. He has plans to go into the secret service and do spy things. And I think that is kind of cool.
Then there is Mr. Man: He is the grown up of the two. He is 35, has been divorced for 6 years and has three kids, 12, 9, and 6. I worked with his mom in the Lubbock temple and she asked if she could give him my number. I said sure, and he called. I've heard very good things about him, not only from his mother but from other people that know him from Lubbock. He is very nice, and very gentlemanly. We had a good time together. He is funny, a talented singer and guitarist. He taught me how to play La Bamba on the guitar. He speaks Spanish, and has that Latino flavor that I love.
As far as decisions on any of this business go, I'm not making any right now. I just want to get to know them a little more. We'll see who makes the first move with anything. I've been on at least three dates with each.
Monday, June 27, 2011
Love this song
Lately I guess I have been feeling a little out of sorts. The new job isn't all that I thought it would be. yes I know that there is a bit of a learning curve. It is more than that though. But I feel like I should stay with it and I suppose that I should feel confident that is the right thing to do. It is hard though. Especially when that isn't my favorite thing to do.
I discovered this song on a friend's blog (thanks Nassari for posting!) a couple of weeks ago, but I think I fell in love with it today.
Sometimes I feel like this song. Full of hope and newness. I love that feeling. And I love that they are running in the video.
Today was very uplifting at church. I feel like I have some doable goals that I need to be working on. I wish that work didn't take up so much of my time though. I need some down time, and I need some me time. Soon.
I discovered this song on a friend's blog (thanks Nassari for posting!) a couple of weeks ago, but I think I fell in love with it today.
Sometimes I feel like this song. Full of hope and newness. I love that feeling. And I love that they are running in the video.
Today was very uplifting at church. I feel like I have some doable goals that I need to be working on. I wish that work didn't take up so much of my time though. I need some down time, and I need some me time. Soon.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
First week
So this first week has been very tiring! I was going to visit my friend Jenn in Houston for her birthday but things have been so busy this week and I haven't even finished unpacking that I ended up not going. :(
But I was able to take a much needed nap on Saturday afternoon (almost all of the afternoon). And I unpacked almost everything. There are still a few things. We'll see if I can get anything done this week. Already things are going to be busy tomorrow with work and I have a new client that I need to work into my schedule.
Things are just too busy. I haven't even really had time to do a lot of thinking and writing. Maybe another time.
But I was able to take a much needed nap on Saturday afternoon (almost all of the afternoon). And I unpacked almost everything. There are still a few things. We'll see if I can get anything done this week. Already things are going to be busy tomorrow with work and I have a new client that I need to work into my schedule.
Things are just too busy. I haven't even really had time to do a lot of thinking and writing. Maybe another time.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Moving in
I moved in! I am not completely unpacked though, but it will have to wait because I start work tomorrow. So far I really like it. I like my roommates, I like the people I have met in the ward. I have a lot of things going through my head right now. It is a little difficult to sort them all out for the blog. I am looking forward to good things here. I really hope that good things will happen. Sometimes I find it hard to picture good things in my future... but it seems really nice here. And right now I think that is important to me.
Sometimes I feel like I still have a lot of growing to do and that I need difficult times in order to accomplish that. But I guess I don't really. Things can be good and I can still grow and learn. I can learn from these new people and develop meaningful relationships with them. And above all, I can be happy.
Today in church someone made a comment about how whenever she talks to here dad about things that aren't going well or aren't going according to plan, he always asks her, "Are you being obedient? Are you trying to be good and do what the Lord asks?" He tells her that if the answer is yes, then she doesn't need to worry. Everything will work out no matter how hard or impossible it seems at the time.
Sometimes I feel like I still have a lot of growing to do and that I need difficult times in order to accomplish that. But I guess I don't really. Things can be good and I can still grow and learn. I can learn from these new people and develop meaningful relationships with them. And above all, I can be happy.
Today in church someone made a comment about how whenever she talks to here dad about things that aren't going well or aren't going according to plan, he always asks her, "Are you being obedient? Are you trying to be good and do what the Lord asks?" He tells her that if the answer is yes, then she doesn't need to worry. Everything will work out no matter how hard or impossible it seems at the time.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Yanaguana
New place, new blog.
I've embarked on a new journey in San Antonio, Texas. It took me some time to decide what the new blog should be titled and how the blog should look. In a way moving is a way to start over for me in a few areas. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm also looking forward to blogging more often. I just bought a new computer with an awesome hard drive, more RAM than I know what to do with, and some new photo/video editing software. Two of my soon-to-be new roommates are IT people for USAA. Hopefully if I have any blogging questions they can help out. There are still a lot of things that I don't know how to do. I see some blogs and think "oh I like that. I want to do that on mine". But generally I don't know how to go about doing it.
Yanaguana. Names are a big deal for me. Sometimes I don't know how I'll ever name my children because there is so much meaning behind a name. At least there should be. Yanaguana is the first recorded name for this place that is now called San Antonio. You can read about it (it's a short read) here.
The natives found in what is now San Antonio called the river Yanaguana.
You can see the deep (no pun intended) meaning in such a name for the blog. Into the Yanaguana. I'm plunging into a new place, a new journey, a new life. We'll see what happens.
I've embarked on a new journey in San Antonio, Texas. It took me some time to decide what the new blog should be titled and how the blog should look. In a way moving is a way to start over for me in a few areas. I'm looking forward to it.
I'm also looking forward to blogging more often. I just bought a new computer with an awesome hard drive, more RAM than I know what to do with, and some new photo/video editing software. Two of my soon-to-be new roommates are IT people for USAA. Hopefully if I have any blogging questions they can help out. There are still a lot of things that I don't know how to do. I see some blogs and think "oh I like that. I want to do that on mine". But generally I don't know how to go about doing it.
Yanaguana. Names are a big deal for me. Sometimes I don't know how I'll ever name my children because there is so much meaning behind a name. At least there should be. Yanaguana is the first recorded name for this place that is now called San Antonio. You can read about it (it's a short read) here.
The natives found in what is now San Antonio called the river Yanaguana.
You can see the deep (no pun intended) meaning in such a name for the blog. Into the Yanaguana. I'm plunging into a new place, a new journey, a new life. We'll see what happens.
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