The pen meets the paper.

I don't know how much I'm going to post on here anymore. I don't like going back and reading my previous posts on blogger. I don't feel like that the way I represent myself on here is really who I am.

Sometimes I read old journal entries I've written in actual journals. They are much more organic. A much better representation of who I am as a person. Which is probably directly related to the fact that no one, except for myself of course, reads them. I wish that person would come out here, I like her a lot better.

The person here just whines about life and that things aren't going the way I think they should go. Which is completely stupid because nothing will ever go my way. It will always go God's way. Then why, oh why do I just complain on here. That's not typically who I am. I definitely have my weak moments in life where I cry out "why not me???" to one of my poor friends (usually Britt, bless her). But deep down in my being I know everything will come in God's time, not my time.


So I really think I'm going to attempt to stick to writing in my paper journal. None of this online shenanigans.

And personally, I love the way it feels to write with pen and paper. Typing just doesn't have that appeal.

Trying.

I've had a rough time the last week and a half or so. I'm not really sure why. Today I woke up (bright and early at 6am)and decided that even though I feel like I'm in a funk, I'm just going to focus on God. And how awesome He is.

So far so good. I'm dead tired, which I would typically gripe about, but I'm doing okay. I went to pick up clients at 8am to bring them to camp...they decided not to go. Again, still doing okay. And then I drove around forever trying to find a Biggby Coffee (I need caffine something fierce), still not doing so bad.

I am pretty miserable at my job. I feel like as a social worker I'm being used, and I have a leash tying me to work at all times. I'm trying to not focus on that. Zombie told me last week that I am changing lives. I still don't know how I feel about that. I guess I just need have faith in myself like I know God has faith in me and like my friends have faith in me.

As for right now, I still have a lot of things to sort out. Some decisions to make. A lot of things to pray about. As we all do. I just need to keep looking to God, because looking anywhere else is no good and just drives me/us farther from where we need to be.

Shark Week.

I watched a significant portion of Shark Week programming this evening and learned a few things.

First. Don't eff with sharks. I'm with Zombie in the whole respectfully fearing category. Sharks, I fear you, but I also respect you.

Second. If you do decide to eff with sharks, don't whine when you get bit.

Third. How on earth does Discovery Channel pull off this every year? Every year we learn the same thing, which I've reviewed here, don't eff with sharks. We know they can and will bite you if they really feel like it. Somehow they manage every year to steal our attention away from life for a week to watch shows about sharks. They are skilled. I respect Discovery Channel as well.

This provokes many questions and comments from me. But I'll pose only one to you here:


What other animals do you want to see Discovery Channel dedicate a week to????

Ready. Set. GO.

Nothing much.

Notta mucho going on right now. Hence the lack of posts.

I refuse to continue whining about life via blog. I don't want to be one of those people.

So until something fun or interesting happens, radio silence will continue.

=)

Half empty.

I think this post is going to be "glass half empty".

No tales of a social worker #2 this week due to the fact that I've had a pretty bad week. More bad than good for right now. Most days I just want to quit my job and hide under a rock. Today was definitely one of those day.

And on top of all that, my car died today. It can be fixed I'm told. However, if it is expensive I will cry. I can almost guarantee it. I hate our reliance on cars. I wish I worked close enough to my home that I could walk or ride my bike to work. I wonder if the Riverview Police Department is hiring for anything..hm...

Next-I really enjoy being able to make my own schedule, but I am really starting to not like how it changes every week. I don't like not knowing when I'll have time to do things. Like, I've been feeling pretty horrible about myself lately. And if I could just figure out a time to be able to run, or be able to run on a regular basis, I'd feel so much better. But alas, that is not true. I've made too many obligations outside of work as well. gah..

Sorry about the complain-fest. I'm just having a pretty all-around bad week and needed to let it all out.



I swear I"m being forced to work harder for my week off I have coming up...if only I can not lose my mind before then...

here's hopin'.

Tales of a Social Worker #1

Alright-since I only just decided to do this little segment like two days ago, it's going to be not so interesting this week, because I wasn't particularly observant.

The event that inspired this segment. And it's not really even super interesting, it is just that this has never happened to me before and I was impressed. I was driving down the lodge and I glanced at a lady driving next to me... passing me I should say, after I was already going 10 over the speed limit. So she was going like 15 over. Anyways. As I glanced, she was yawning something fierce. That yawn, made ME yawn. All I could think was, "Geez, that yawn has got some power". A yawn that inspired a blog. I told you it wasn't interesting.

Next. I was driving through Delray aka the ghetto. And not just like, hey this is kinda ghetto-y. No. Delray IS the ghetto. Anywhoo. I was coming up to a light. And it was green. BUT it was also blinking red. I didn't know what to do. Thank goodness there were not cars around, so I just stopped for the blinking red and continued on my way.

Lastly. I was driving to a clients house on Friday. She lives off of Gratiot. I got off 94 to Gratiot and was preparing to turn right. There was also a fire truck in the other right hand turn lane (there are two). The fire truck and I turned at the same time. As I was turning I noticed in my pariph a red pick-up truck around to t-bone me. So I swerved. I looked back to make sure he still wasn't going to hit me and I turned just in time to see him giving me a look that screamed "why did YOU just almost hit ME?" I seriously think the dude thought I ran the light. He then proceeded to follow me down Gratiot. Pull over when I was stopped at a red light and write down my license plate number. Not worried though. He ran the light, not me. And honestly, I think the Detroit police have their hands full with murders and drugs and such, and aren't really concerned with finding me.

Ok. That was all for my first "Tales of a Social Worker". Stay tuned for next week because I'm pretty sure my next week is going to be full of goodies.

New Idea.

I saw something random today that inspired me.

I feel like I should create a segment on my blog (since I'm not writing much as of late) that features the random, crazy, silly, scary things I hear about, see, and that happen to me daily while driving around Detroit. I'll call it "Tales of Social Worker".

The event inspired this was extremely minor. Actually made me laugh, and it's not really related to Detroit or social work, so I'm not really sure what made me think of it.


Anyways. I'll start compiling tidbits during the week and post them here laters.

PEACE.