Someday, I Will Tell You All About It

When I wrote about my nervous breakdown, I mentioned how each of my kids had had at least one life event that contributed to my mostly toxic 2016. For a couple of them, it may be a while before I can share them; either they are still too fresh, or they just aren't my stories to tell. At least, not yet. Somethings, though, I will be writing about; because I think my/our experience and survival could be benificial to others.

One main point that I want to share (and I know that this is going to be a no-brainer for some) is that it is perfectly ok to ask for help when you need it. EVERYONE needs helps, sometimes (*not* a no-brainer for everyone) and that is OKAY. If there is something that needs to be done and you just can't get to it, ask for help. Even Jesus delegated tasks to His disciples. I mean, seriously; He had 12 men at His beck and call, who were ready to do what He asked at the drop of a hat! Just let that sink in. ;-)

I know I gave up Facebook for Lent, but...

...but just sharing or publishing doesn't count if I am doing it remotely and not actually logging in. At least that is the excuse I am going with in order to share my awesome Friday night.

It wasn't anything fancy, although the wine was excellent. It wasn't a raucous party, although I don't think there was more than a minute of quiet the entire evening. It wasn't even planned, but I think that is part of what made it great. I got to go hang out with a girlfriend and what I had originally thought might be an hour or two of chatting turned into about 6 hours of just talking and drinking wine and doing nails and just hanging out. It was awesome.

Thanks, Lynda!

Ash Wednesday blessings

I imagine that not many people who work in any kind of public school are able to say that they received ashes at work, but today, I did just that. I love our charter school. I love that there is "Catholic Club" on Wednesdays at lunch and that there are a good number of students who actually attend. I love that the priest who comes to run the club came prepared to distribute ashes and have a liturgical reading. I love that he let me crash the party today, since I was unsure if I would make it to Mass, tonight.

I also love this meme. (I was a "one-stroke-reload-toner, btw.)