On dealing with distraction and turning discomfort into growth.
To go with the Ode to Tolerances from the other day. 😩
ain’t gonna hold this girl back.
“Beware of pride.” It’s a phrase that’s very common, especially in my faith. Pride as I’ve known it, is associated with hard hearts, stiff necks, upturned noses, and general disgust and disdain for others. It’s the refusal to let love of God and love for others influence our actions and our hearts.
So what does that have to do with a day, week, or month-long celebration of the LGBTQ+ community?
So here’s an update on life and stuff.
2018 was a roller coaster of a year if I ever had one. A few bits of the randomness, as my year in review…
Last week I went to a town hall by Rep. John Curtis. I’m not a Republican, but I appreciate his efforts to listen to all of his district. I like his pragmatism. And I hold him to a high standard. That’s why I fact checked him on one important point.
Seek ye gold? Go now! Our treasure map fades quickly Burned by freezing flames
I wrote a little about going back to school here. What I didn’t tell you was why it took so long to finish in the first place. Sure, a huge factor is that the single mom gig is pretty time consuming. But the real issue is that math has been a struggle for me.
If you knew me when I was a kid, you knew I was a huge nerd. So who would have thought I wouldn’t finish my first college degree until after I had kids of my own?
“Well, he’s just being honest. If things are so great in those countries, why would anyone try to leave?”
As long as we’re valuing honesty, let’s take a look at the context.
My contractor is just prepping to install my brand new, beautiful acrylic tub. Not sure quite how it happened but he called me in asking about comet or a green scrubby sponge. “That’s not safe for Acrylic, is it?” He said, “It’s an emergency… this stuff is already drying!” Alas! Several drips of black abs glue were marring the surface of my new bathtub.