9th of June 2010
 
But I found out everybody’s different - the same kind of different as me. We’re all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us.
The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain’t no final restin place. So in a way, we is all homeless - just workin our way toward home. 
Denver Moore, Same Kind of Different as Me
30th of May 2010
 
Our limitation is God’s opportunity. 
Denver Moore, Same Kind of Different as Me
 

yowzers, that’s long.

Well.  It is amazing how 3 months can impact your life.  Just 3 months.  A lot can happen in 3 months.  A lot can happen in 3 days.  A lot can happen in 3 HOURS.  Life is flashing by; try and keep up.

I went from being politic-apathetic to being politic-apprehensive to being politic-appreciative.  I appreciate the fact that we need people in office to help run our towns, states and countries.  I appreciate the fact that there are people out there willing to do it and willing to subject themselves to the scrutiny that is placed upon them by the public.  And I respect these people.  As long as they are running for the right reasons and want to be in office to make a change.  I am so lucky that the candidate I worked for for 3 months is a good person, a strong leader and someone who is ready to make a difference for his area.  If I had been called upon to be apart of a campaign for someone who I could not fully support…what a miserable 3 months I would have had.

I won’t lie - at first I was like…eh.  Do I really want to be doing this?  We were ALL uneasy and unsure and confused about what our jobs were.  Seeing as how there have been only 9 full time (and often more than full time) people working on the staff, one could see how we were absolutely all over the place.  Not a lot of structure.  Fly by the seat of our pants kind of thing (and well, flying by the seat of my pants is not my forte).  But somehow, somewhere, along the way we figured things out.  I am not sure how it happened.  Intervention has definitely been involved.  It’s been amazing to see things come together.  I went from wanting to get a big kid job so I could graciously bow out to not wanting to miss a single second.  A change in my heart if you will.  And low and behold what happened?  I got a job offer.  And when did they suggest I start?  June 3.  And when is the election aka the end of this current job?  June 1.  Oh ha!  Hey God, there you are.  How fantastic.  God knew that I was going to end up loving this experience.  He made me stick it out even though I kind of wanted to flee in the beginning.  And then just like that - He unfolded a new opportunity before my very eyes…in perfect timing.

So… YES.  I am EMPLOYED!!!!  As in a real, live career building job.  I am about to embark on a new adventure of being the Marketing and Events Coordinator for a place called Woodland Homes of Huntsville.  I am so excited and thankful to receive not only a job, but also a job in my field.  Woo!  So, it goes like this:  June 1 - I will stand outside for 12 hours at a voting poll and encourage people to vote for Slade Blackwell; June 2 - I will pack as much as I can fit into my tiny car (along with two work outfits and Senor Rigby) and drive home; June 3 - I will start my new big kid job; June 4 - I will drive back to Bham for a weekend with good friends (and a REUNION WITH JULIANNE BRECK WHICH I AM TOO EXCITED ABOUT); June 6 - I will pack up the rest of my room and go to my NEW home.  I am moving in with a sorority sister and can’t wait.  And then…my life will be consumed by weddings for literally the rest of my existence.  And it’s going to be fantastic!

Long post I know.  Suck it up - I had a lot to say.  Do people read this anyway? Besides the fam I mean…hey guys!  In conclusion, God is great; beer is good; people are crazy…

Just kidding - I hate that song.  Dumbest song I have ever heard.  Don’t waste your time listening to that…listen to Carole King instead because she is legit.

But God really is great and I am excited to see where He leads me next.  Oh life, Oh love.

 
14th of May 2010
 

Ready…

GO.

Have you ever really looked at the front door of a house?  Really studied it?  Probably not.  Most people are not that interested or observant in a typical front door.  I, however, have become an EXPERT on a front door.  For the past week (and for the next 2) I have been gallivanting around neighborhoods (with other fine people in tow) placing informational door hangers on people’s front door knobs.  It’s down to the wire for the campaign so we are hitting it hard. Did you know that there are door knobs that are not “door hanger friendly?”  Well there are.  The door knob that is just that.  A knob.  Those are HORRIBLE!  You have to take a little more time to get the hanger around the knob and then hook it.  It sounds crazy, I know.  Well it is.  We prefer the ones that are more of a loop type feel with the button at the top that you press with your thumb in order to open.  I know you all know what I’m talking about.

We have seen our fair share or welcome mats too.  My two favorites are one that simply says “leave” and one that says “beware of cat” and then has huge tiger-sized scratch marks in it.  Good stuff.  Probably my favorite thing I’ve seen on our escapades…A little flag in someone’s garden that said “welcome to my pad” with a picture of a frog sitting on a lily pad.  Pahahaha.  It still makes me giggle.  (Please don’t judge me.  These are the highlights of my campaigning days).

Other than literally walking about 7 hours a day in 90 degree heat…oh wait, that’s all I’ve been doing :)  But it’s good and it needs to be done.  And I am ECSTATIC to be paid to exercise.  Especially since I don’t have any other time.  But this campaign is coming to an end {a good one I hope} and I will, yet again, be at a point where I have no idea what’s next.  This is a big problem for the planning type of personality I have.  I have been rejected by jobs left and right, feeling sorry for myself because I feel like I have worked too hard to be rejected, but then realizing that I am not the only one being rejected.  It is what it is.  And it’s a sucky time.  I’m just a gypsy.  I really feel like a semi-gypsy.  I need a place to stay for awhile.  I wish money were not such an issue in life, but it is.  We need it to survive.  If I a lot of money I’d go do more mission work.  Or just go volunteer at random places.  Or try to open my own animal shelter.

But I don’t.  I need to find a job and work.  It is what it is.

I know all things will fall into place and all these things are happening for a reason.  I am so thankful to have found some great friends with the people I work with.  So lucky for that.  And I remind myself of that everyday as I look into my car that is FULL of campaign literature and yard signs and printed out mapquest directions because I am not a fan of the GPS nor do I own one and empty water bottles and shoes and a shirt and a belt.  We have turned into quite the cute little family, me and my friends.

I am feeling overwhelmed because for the first time in my life.  The VERY first time, I am completely not in control.  In 2 weeks I will be out of a job.  I have no other back up plan.  I have no idea if I will move home or stay in Birmingham.  I have no IDEA what is around the corner.  I can’t even see the corner yet.  I’m still a mile away from the corner.  It’s scary.  And exciting.  And I know that I am going to be fine.  And that God has a plan and that He will reveal it when He is ready.  And I am being taught a lesson right now about being such a planner.  The other night I was crying to my mom and saying “this isn’t how it’s supposed to be.”  How selfish and rude of me to say that.  Yes it is.  This is exactly how it’s supposed to be.  Because this is how God has willed it to be for me.  End of story.  I’m so very confused though.  Which makes me doubt.

And I have so many other things to talk about.  But my mind is a big jumble and needs to be sorted out.  I’m learning so much every single day.  I’m reading a book called 29 Gifts.  Poorly written but great story.  About a woman who is advised to focus on giving away 29 gifts (not necessarily material things) in 29 days and how it can change your life.  Great concept.

Oh life, oh love.

Now go study your front door and think of me :)

8th of May 2010
 
7th of May 2010
 
Blessed is the man who listens to me, watching daily at my doors, waiting at my doorway. 
Proverbs 8:34
 

and this is where you can find my heart.

6th of May 2010
 

get it girl.

30th of April 2010
 

Ketut said he could answer my question with a picture. He showed me a sketch he’d drawn once during meditation. It was an androgynous human figure, standing up, hands clasped in prayer. But this figure had four legs and no head. Where the head should have been, there was only a wild foliage of ferns and flowers. There was a small, smiling face drawn over the heart.

‘To find the balance you want,’ Ketut spoke through his translator, ‘this is what you must become. You must keep your feet grounded so firmly on the earth that it’s like you have four legs, instead of two. That way, you can stay in the world. But you must stop looking at the world through your head. You must look through your heart, instead. That way you will know God.’

 
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