Life in Review
About a week ago I had to go through all of my back posts...that is three years of my life. It was awesome. I felt as though I were reliving everything...from Landon learning to pee on the potty to getting pregnant with Noah and the joy of adding him to our family. I am so glad I found xanga when I did, I only wish I had found it sooner. Back in the day, I had time to blog three, sometimes four times a week. I don't have that kind of time anymore. I just don't. I know that I have lost some readers...ok, lots of readers. And if I am honest, I have to admit that this bothers me. Sometimes I feel like my life isn't interesting enough to keep other's attention...but more often I feel like it is that I don't write well enough (that is my perfectionism speaking). But then I realize that it is just a matter of time. I don't have the time to put into xanga what I used to...so why should I expect you, my readers, to spend your precious time on my once-a-week posts? Seriously. I hardly have time to comment these days...so I certainly can't be saddened or knock myself down because I don't get comments, or footprints. But I like blogging. I love the relationships I have built on here, and I have no intention of quitting anytime soon. So I am here for the long haul...even if lose you all...(which I know I won't...some of you have become real and true and deep friends of mine)...if nothing else, this is a really cool tool for documenting these precious years of my life. I love blogging.
Noah is doing well. He goes back Wednesday for a check up on his head. It has been covered all week, so I really have no idea what it looks like...but he is acting normal, so that is good news. This week has been one of the busiest of my life. I will spare you the details...but I have been in my home for like 5 hours (not including sleep time) since Sunday night (remember I leave Wednesday morning and work, stay at my mom's and work Thursday). I miss my kids...and my home...and I feel like my life is a little (ok, lots) chaotic right now. But I love my work. I had clients at: 12:30, 1:30, 2:30, 3:30, and 5:30 yesterday. My schedule is clearly picking up...it is actually almost completely full...we are having difficult fitting people where they want to be. I love it. I am starting to encounter some tough stuff...real, raw human pain. I am getting an opportunity to speak truth and to comfort and to guide. It is not easy...but man, is it rewarding...even just to see a hint of hope in their eyes before they leave. Sometimes a session goes, ok...but other times I feel like I nail it and we really get some seriously positive work accomplished. So many times I can see bits and pieces of myself in a client. I can empathize with what they are feeling and saying. because pain is not foreign to me. My pain may not be the same as theirs..but human pain is fairly universal, you just have to find that point at which your sources intersect. I love my agency..the people I am working with...the clients that God has placed in my care...the boatloads that I have learned. I love that God has affirmed me in such personal and tangible ways. I love the peace that He has given me in my soul about this job. I love that for rightthismoment, I know that I am doing what God has called me to do...be the best wife and mom that I can be, and a counselor for those who are hurting. My life is kind of chaotic. But I have peace in my soul that I am where I should be. And I am enjoying life (and even my kids and husband) on a new level.
Jon's company is taking us on a ski trip this weekend. So come tomorrow I will be flying down some snow mountain. I love to ski. I never get to do it...but when I do, I just really enjoy it. The feeling you get when you are coming down the mountain is so freeing...you feel like you are literally flying, soaring to and fro. Or at least I feel that way when I ski. Jonathan feels more like he is dying...so I guess to each his own 
So my mom already came and took the kids to her house and I am sitting here in an empty house. I don't love to be at home when my kids aren't here. It is too quiet and I see their toys in random places and my mind starts wondering what they were imagining when they were playing with that toy...and then my heart aches a little because I want to hold them and smell them and watch them run around this place. I can't imagine my life without those two crazy boys...
ave a great weekend my friends!
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