Well, my new habit seems to be avoiding sleep. The problem is I have never, nor will I ever, purposely engage in this habit. On the contrary, the avoidance of sleep seems to be something that has been foisted upon me by a force greater than myself. I toss, I turn, I toss again, and yet--sleep eludes.
So, here I am, after confidently telling my sister that I was feeling tired and going to bed an hour ago, and I am still wide awake, despite being completely exhausted. Thus, I blog. I am thinking that it is time to break down and talk to the doctor about some sort of sleeping aid because otherwise I am going to freak out!
I think I am going to take up a new hobby to do in the evening. What is a good hobby for 1 am...well, besides something morally bereft. Perhaps I can begin a puzzle...no I have no patience for puzzles. Perhaps I can create some sort of invention that will make me millions....nope, not that bright. Okay, I guess I will just keep writing, watching, and annoying myself.
Alright, I guess I will try to lay down again and stop grumbling about it....by the by....before people start commenting on what I could try to do to cure the insomnia...I've tried everything. Not that my ego allows me to believe that anyone reads these posts...
Friday, July 15, 2011
Thursday, July 7, 2011
Second Verse Same as the First...
Okay, I realize it has literally been a year since my last post, but it has been an incredibly difficult year, so cut me some slack. I am going to be writing more frequently because I can now post from my phone. Of course, this means that the content might not always be perfect with regards to grammar and spelling.
I am going into my fifth year of teaching middle school, and I just received the fantastic news that my kids passed the state test. I am thrilled right now! I love teaching, and I haven't had one day of doubt about this being my calling.
On the home front, my daughter is 19, going on 20, and lives on her own. Her choices make me nervous and sad for her, but she is an adult now, and they are her choices to make. This has been a very hard lesson for me to learn. However, I need to find peace with the idea that she is her own person and has the right to make her own mistakes.
Finally, I am moving! After four years at my current apartment building, I have decided that it is time to find a new place to call home. I found a beautiful new apartment in Wickliffe, and my favorite aspect of the new apartment is the beautiful lakefront view from my balcony!
Okay, now that we are all caught up. My posts for the next few weeks will be dealing with this terrible verb--"MOVING!" I look at this verb, and I shiver and cry inwardly. I hate moving. It makes me sad. Why? You might ask....because it forces me to shuffle through my past--both the good, the bad, and the sad.
For example, while taking down the cards from my memo board above my desk, I found the last card I received from my grandmother before she passed away from cancer in 2008. It brought me to tears and brought a smile to my face all at the same time. I miss her. She was strong and funny, sometimes crabby, but she loved her family.
You see moving is putting your life, your memories, your hopes, your fears, your disappointments into small cardboard boxes and taking them to a new destination that you pray will bring you more happy than sad, but you can't of course be sure. Moving is one of those life steps that forces you to look at your choices and ask, "Did I make the right decisions?" You can clearly see that some were wrong and some were right, but so many others in that gray area of the unknown.
I am moving from an older apartment complex with lots of character, but lots of noise, into a beautiful, newly remodeled building with a lakefront view. I am thrilled to also report that I will be saving a significant amount of money each month because of this move, but the quiet---oh readers of the blog---the quiet is what I am most excited about. I have mentioned in the past the joy I find in a quiet life. I enjoy the truth of silence. Therefore, this quiet building with its many benefits will suit me much better than my current locale.
Well, it is time to get busy, putting my life into boxes, so I leave you now with this thought...
If you could pack up your life, but leave one memory, choice, person behind, what or who would it be?
I am going into my fifth year of teaching middle school, and I just received the fantastic news that my kids passed the state test. I am thrilled right now! I love teaching, and I haven't had one day of doubt about this being my calling.
On the home front, my daughter is 19, going on 20, and lives on her own. Her choices make me nervous and sad for her, but she is an adult now, and they are her choices to make. This has been a very hard lesson for me to learn. However, I need to find peace with the idea that she is her own person and has the right to make her own mistakes.
Finally, I am moving! After four years at my current apartment building, I have decided that it is time to find a new place to call home. I found a beautiful new apartment in Wickliffe, and my favorite aspect of the new apartment is the beautiful lakefront view from my balcony!
Okay, now that we are all caught up. My posts for the next few weeks will be dealing with this terrible verb--"MOVING!" I look at this verb, and I shiver and cry inwardly. I hate moving. It makes me sad. Why? You might ask....because it forces me to shuffle through my past--both the good, the bad, and the sad.
For example, while taking down the cards from my memo board above my desk, I found the last card I received from my grandmother before she passed away from cancer in 2008. It brought me to tears and brought a smile to my face all at the same time. I miss her. She was strong and funny, sometimes crabby, but she loved her family.
You see moving is putting your life, your memories, your hopes, your fears, your disappointments into small cardboard boxes and taking them to a new destination that you pray will bring you more happy than sad, but you can't of course be sure. Moving is one of those life steps that forces you to look at your choices and ask, "Did I make the right decisions?" You can clearly see that some were wrong and some were right, but so many others in that gray area of the unknown.
I am moving from an older apartment complex with lots of character, but lots of noise, into a beautiful, newly remodeled building with a lakefront view. I am thrilled to also report that I will be saving a significant amount of money each month because of this move, but the quiet---oh readers of the blog---the quiet is what I am most excited about. I have mentioned in the past the joy I find in a quiet life. I enjoy the truth of silence. Therefore, this quiet building with its many benefits will suit me much better than my current locale.
Well, it is time to get busy, putting my life into boxes, so I leave you now with this thought...
If you could pack up your life, but leave one memory, choice, person behind, what or who would it be?
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