I think about blogging almost everyday.
My kids at school do something almost every period that I think-- I've got to write this down.
Unfortunately, I get home in the afternoons with zero desire to look at a computer screen. And so, day after day, my stories and thoughts get put off until they don't feel relevant anymore.
So, although anyone who read this blog often has surely given up on me by now, here I am. Back again.
This year has been a year of phenomenal growth and change. It's unreal to look back at this time last year and realize just how different it all is.
This year, I've gotten a Master's degree, my first grown-up job, a new last name, and a bonus family. We added a dog to our little brood-- tallying our family up to four: Alex, Lindsey, Macy, and Gryff-- and just this week cut our first Christmas tree as a married couple. The verdict is still out on how Macy and Gryff will handle said tree. Two days later, it's still standing... so there's that at least.
We made it to one Auburn game, and we went to Tuscaloosa for the Iron Bowl, although we didn't bother going to the game. As a split couple, we've now made it through two Iron Bowls without going our separate ways... although, after a season like this for MY team, it wasn't like I had a lot invested in this year's Iron Bowl.
This year, I took my first trip to New Orleans... and quickly discovered that I'm not particularly fond of New Orleans. And I stayed in a hotel by myself for the first time at a conference in Montgomery. I've become a coffee drinker-- that's possibly happened in the last 24 hours-- and even developed a liking for white wine. Liking may be too strong a word, but I can drink it. People have always said it's a "developed" taste... I've never had to "develop" a taste for Coca-Cola or sweet tea, so drinking wine seems like a hassle... But the glasses are pretty, so there you have it.
My hair is longer than it's ever been because my husband has never seen it in the bob that I kept for nearly 24 years and, in his mind, associates short hair with mom's and old ladies... So the mere mention of a "trim" gets reprimanded. I periodically set a deadline-- "Fine, I'll let it grow until... But THEN I'm cutting it off, like it or not!"-- but I always chicken out. By now, I've put in a lot of time to get it this long... so I'm, quite literally, attached to it.
I've also grown quite attached to my students and my co-workers. When I started my school counseling journey, I was high school 100%, As I did my internships, I quickly decided that elementary school was the way to go. Although I would NEVER say I was disappointed to get my job this summer, I will say that I was hopeful that it would lead to an eventual transfer to an age-group more to my liking. However, three months in, I can't imagine myself anywhere else. Life in middle school is an absolute circus, but I love it. All of it. The hormones. The break-ups. Everything.
We've recently started attending a new church and, with it, a new Sunday school group. The Sunday school class is for "potential new members" but, let me tell you, it is not for the faint of heart. There's homework, and the 8-week class wraps up with an interview with the elders. While this was off-putting to me at first, I have quickly grown fond of the in-depth discussions and rigor of the teaching-- WHAT do we believe, WHY do we believe it, etc. And even for those of us that grew up in the church-- maybe ESPECIALLY for those of us that grew up in the church-- these are still questions that we don't necessarily search ourselves for. It's a small church, but the community is awesome and the teaching is God-breathed. We do our "homework" together when we do our quiet time at night, and we are greatly looking forward to how the Lord will use this in our lives, and, more so, how the Lord will use US in the life of the Church.
So there ya have it. A little life update.
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