Writing Challenge Day 20: Put your music player on shuffle and write the first 3 songs that play and what your initial thought is

Battle of Evermore – Led Zeppelin
While I had been a longtime listener of Led Zeppelin, I didn’t hear this song until college. It came to me during the worst depression phase of my life. It was such a comforting melody, it instantly calmed me down. It was also a staple on my playlist when I was an intern: I would listen to it as the sun rose while driving down a lonely interstate.

Across the Universe – The Beatles
As a Beatles fan for as long as I can remember, I didn’t appreciate this song until I was older. It was another song of comfort with its gentle tempo and cryptic lyrics of a wayward writer. I can relate to this song well.

Sandstorm – Darude
I love techno music. This was a big mainstream hit in the late 90’s. I’m a sucker for anything with a good beat and this song delivered. It was great for running with its high energy.

Writing Challenge Day 19: Five Fears You Have

As someone who suffers from Generalized Anxiety Disorder, and has sought treatment with varying degrees of success, I won’t go into detail about them. I don’t want to dwell on them and thus throw my brain into overdrive. Without further ado, here they are:

1. Inadvertently hurting someone, whether it’s at work (I work in the medical field), a loved one, or a stranger

2. Depths of water/being pulled out to sea

3. Cockroaches

4. Being filmed

5. Making a bad decision that has a lasting impact

Writing Challenge Day 17: A Quote You Try to Live By

“….yet not my will, but Yours be done.” Luke 22:4

When I was going through one of the biggest challenges of my life, this phrase was constantly on my lips. I said it through the river of tears in the aftermath of the door slamming shut. I said it filled with untethered hope at the prospect everything would work out just fine.

You see, I’m a go-getter kind of girl. I make things happen with my work ethic. As an academic and for the most part of life, this has served me well. But there are moments, years even, of complete and total failure that I cannot fix. Whether the situation is beyond my control, or there’s literately nothing can be done about it. I struggle hard in those moments. I only learned in the past few years how to fail. It still hurts, but I’ve come to accept it.

Those words of my Savior are such a comfort. Despite His status as God in flesh, He too struggled with the same thing: we knew what outcome we wanted, but we’re willing to forego that if God the Father wanted something different. And so my human condition remains.

May He get the glory in all things.

Writing Challenge Day 16: Bullet Your Entire Day

  • Woke up without an alarm
  • Fed the kitties
  • Went back to bed
  • Crocheted a bit
  • Made coffee
  • Sat outside and read my devotional and drank coffee
  • Cleaned all the things
    • Table with mineral spirits due to fogging
    • Vacuumed/steam cleaned chairs
    • Cleaned bathroom
    • Straightened kitchen
    • Washed linens to be given away
  • Dehydrated bananas
  • Made marinaded chicken in a crockpot
  • Went to the beach to read/relax/swim
  • Stopped for soft serve strawberry ice cream on the way home
  • Went for a run (which, let’s be honest, was really a walk)
  • Showered
  • Ate some chicken
  • Dehydrated strawberries and pineapple (I’m going to be up till 0100….)
  • Talked to husband who is out of town
  • Poured myself a shot of pineapple rum with lime sparkling water
  • Cleaned the front closet
  • Sat down to write

Writing Challenge Day 15: 3 Pet Peeves

  1. PEOPLE WHO YELL AND SCREAM OVER STUPID THINGS THAT ULTIMATELY DO NOT MATTER.  If you’re ranting and raving about something, have a good reason.  Do not completely lose yourself to something as inconsequential as a fork was in the spoon holder.  (I have actually witnessed this.)
  2. GREENBRIARS.  These stupid vine weeds complete with thorns and rhizomes (think ginger root-like roots) have taken over my yard and every year it is a act of war to remove these things, manually, with a shovel.  I am thankful they do not fight back.
  3. DRIVING SHORT DISTANCES.  If it’s under a mile, I will walk. I do this all the time for errands and getting lunch at work.  Co-workers from other departments are constantly asking me if I need a ride because they saw me walk to the store, which is 1/8 of a mile away (like 700 feet!).

Writing Challenge Day 14: Your life in 7 years

It will be 2023.

I’ll turn 42 that year – the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything – according to The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy.

I have no freaking clue of where I’ll be emotionally/physically/spiritually/metaphysically this summer, let alone 7 years from now.

Sure, I have hopes and dreams, but those should  (in the human sense) have taken place at 32, not 42.  My husband will be in his fifties.  I know the Lord disregards age, but I do not even have a hint of what is to come in that time.  If anything.

There’s a chance of us moving – or putting our current house on the market at least – but nothing has been decided.  I love my little corner of the world here by the ocean, but I don’t know if that move involves a smaller house in our beach community or another cross country move, or if I’m repeating the past, a move further south.  As of the moment, there is no for sale sign and no plans.

So many variables, so little time.

I used to have a plan, but I don’t live like that anymore.  So much of it is up to the Lord, His guidance, and what will ultimately become of my job.  Rumor has it we’re merging with another company.  I’m not sure how I feel about all that.  But even so, the details haven’t been worked out yet.

I think that’s the problem with growing older when you don’t kids; the world is your oyster and you’re not planning life around little people who need you for everything.  I watch my peers from the past – all of them have kids – and they are in such different places than I.  In many ways, they are older and more adult than I am.  I’m just an overgrown college student without classes compared to them.

So here’s to tomorrow, this summer, this fall, this coming winter – what events will shape me in the year of 2016?  That is the bigger question.

Writing Challenge Day 13: My morning commute

After many years on an off shift, for the past few I’ve had a normal job. Bankers hours, my former coworker once called it. Depending on the day, I leave my house at 0700 or 0800. I have a 9 hour shift.

I drive my orphan car, the same one I’ve had since I was 22. Luckily for me, the drive only takes 15 minutes tops, and I’m able to use the back roads to avoid the main drag.

The road I take is long and winding. It follows the river, mostly, and is boarded by long leaf pine trees.

I continue on through a light industrial depot, and sometimes I can see the big container ships come into port. It doesn’t matter how many times I see them, like a child, I always stop to watch them. Despite a decade of living here, this native Midwesterner still finds them completely facilitating.

Next I go through the only stoplight on my journey. I’m rather proud of that.

I drive a bit further down the line until I turn on the road that leads to my place of employment. This road also holds special meaning in my life: my husband’s old apartment is here. In that living room, we shared our first kiss and got engaged. We lived here together for 7 months until we married and bought a house on the other side of town. I can see the guest bedroom window and balcony from the driver’s seat.

And I finally arrive at my destination. A place that funds all my adventures and is my greatest source of incurable anxiety. While I have stellar coworkers – really top notch people – the nature of the job is wearing heavily on me. As soon as I find a suitable replacement gig with benefits, preferably out of my current vocation, my commute will change.

Writing Challenge Day 12: 2 words/phrases that make you laugh

The first time I saw this, I promptly went into silent laugh mode. As a cat lover, with one feline who could have written this meme, it hit close to home. I love it. It brings a smile to my face every time.

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The other, is compliments of our medical system. We recently switched here in America to ICD-10 (Europe had it since the 1990’s….but I digress….). This is medical speak for diagnosis codes – for not only insurance purposes, but to describe one’s condition in the most detail possible. It’s uniform so it will translate well between health care workers. They have a code. For.  Everything. And I couldn’t stop laughing at these – here are a few of my favorite ones. They are all real, I promise!

W22.01XA:  Walked into wall, initial encounter
W22.02XA:  Walked into lamppost, initial encounter
V97.33:  Sucked into jet engine
W51.XXXA:  Accidental striking against or bumped into by another person
Y93.D:  Activities involved arts and handcrafts
W22.02XD:  Spacecraft collision injuring occupant, sequela
W61.12XA:  Struck by macaw initial encounter
Z63.1:  Problems in relationship with in-laws
V91.07:  Burn due to water skis on fire

Writing Challenge Day 11: Your Current Relationship

10 years ago this month I met a man momentarily during a job interview tour. I remembered him because he was hot and had beautiful blue eyes. Nearly 2 years after that fateful encounter, we were married.

Despite the fact that I suck at long term relationships and the age gap, marriage has been very good to us. There have been a few bumps in the road, and some major potholes that keep turning up, but I’m chalking that up to life isn’t fair and we’re both deeply flawed people.

It’s to the point now where I feel bad when I’m off adventuring and he is not there by my side. I want to share all my adventures with him.

The ebb and flow of our relationship continues – 2015 has been particularly challenging for us – the treacherous waters were difficult to navigate. I’m looking forward to the new year of gently rolling waves and a more fruitfulness.