Several things want to burst out of my head and go galloping across this page.
I’ll start with the first and hopefully I will not get lost in a tangent and forget the big second thing.
Last week this woman, a prophet, came and prayed over us in class. Whatever you may think of prophesy or prayer, this woman was a beautiful, loud and honest version of wonderful. She said something to me about my desire for excellence in the details. At first I thought she was saying that I’m Detail Oriented, which would be an extremely inaccurate way to describe me. Unlike my mother and most of my close women friends, I am not a bean counter or an organizer. I do not get so much joy from making lists and checking them twice.
What she really meant was that I am Beauty Oriented…. Continue reading “The Excellence of Joy”
I woke up this morning at about 5:30 although my alarm was set for 5:45. This is the new thing… waking up 15 or so minutes before my alarm is set to blast. Good times. Especially when, the last few nights, my brain takes ages to shut down and let me fall asleep.
This marching band started playing in my chest and head while I was visiting Washington this last weekend and not only is the music diverse, but the players are enthusiastic and possibly in a different time zone. So at 5:30 this morning a dance song was playing and all my muscles were waiting to spring out of bed…. Continue reading “Snow Day”
It would be over done for me to make
some another joke about the karate kid in my telling of The Day I Waxed My Car.
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So here’s what’s fun about this day. I am not, generally a person who “does” things. You know? Like make a to-do list and then check things off? I don’t really do that. I occasionally make lists and I occasionally do things but rarely do I finish (or even start, for that matter) projects like waxing a car.
What single woman in her 30’s waxes her car?
Also, it turns out that using both of your hands (like in that movie) really is where it’s at… I mean- my forearms were burning, like, immediately. You gotta spread the work out evenly… Continue reading “Trying something new”
Here’s a word I learned recently. Supinate. It’s how I walk. Yes, I once even said… it’s how I roll (cue groans).
Supination ( if this is a word) is when you put the weight on the outsides of your feet when you walk. This leads to sprained ankles in folks of all ages and denominations. Including myself. A 33 yr old… uhh.. Baptist? Methodist?
Anyway, here’s how the story goes. Last December I sprained my ankle doing the very tricky trick of stepping off of the porch into the grass. Bam. Or, crack, rather. Crack. Sprained ankle. Did I go to the doctor? No. Did I have have health insurance? Well I did for a few weeks, now that I think back, but all of that was complicated and confusing back in December…. Continue reading “My Ankle, My Nemesis”