I am thankful for my friends. I am thankful for The Goofy Kindhearted One, the Righteous One who has bad taste in football teams, The Ubernerd who is also an athlete, The Hobbit, The Missing One, The Nerdy Guitar Hero, and The Nerdy Goofy One. Notice a trend? Yes they are all rather goofy (oh, and nerdy). Is this because I am like this or because I seek the goofiness I need to complete what I am missing. Probably a little of both. These people have been my friends since third grade (Ubernerd since high school). I am grateful for every moment I have known them and every moment I will have with them.
I am thankful for my family. I love my wife and I am grateful for sharing my life with her. I love my son. He is a bright, beautiful, curious ray of sunshine on any day. I am thankful for my daughter. She is love in a little package. She is full of kisses and hugs. She is full of curiousity and wit. I enjoy her laughter and thrill at her discoveries about life.
I am thankful for my home. I love knowing that I can get up in the morning to a lovely house and share my time with those I love. I look forward to getting the yard straightened out and the garage cleaned up (so I can clutter them all over again during the holidays).
I am thankful for my health. I love that I can run and swim and exercise. I love that I can tolerate pain and weather. I love the feeling of completing a workout and sweating (intentionally) only to cool off in a pool so cold I have to chase off polar bears.
I am thankful for the few people who still read my posts. I do write some of this for you. Most of it is for my own amusement and my ego says that if I find something clever, someone else might as well. I guess I should look into finding some validation to this theory so I can either inflate my ego or pop it like a balloon (not like this has not been done a hundred times in the last few years, but it is good to know, right?).
I am thankful that I can still look for a job. I appreciate the time I have had at home to be there when I my little ones get off school, but that will need to end soon. I like postulating about the available jobs out there as well as the unavailable jobs out there. I would not mind working at a sports store ( I have applied to a few). I might have some issue with selling things I do not endorse, but I would get over it. Sales, unlike speech therapy, does not have much of a code of ethics. I can still steer people in the direction of something I feel is appropriate. I still want to work online or energy healing and I am still searching for a way to do this, but I will probably have to supplement my wife’s income during the process. I am grateful that I am in a position to do this. (I hear Elephant Journal is taking interns… interesting.)
I am thankful that I can now go sleep (do not know if it will be for 7 hours or 1 hour) in my bed and get up in the morning to beauty. Thank you for reading. I will see you tomorrow.
Greeting to all my followers! I realized I passed my one year mark but I am incredibly grateful that I am still around. I am grateful for those of you who remain as well!
1. I ran my long run yesterday at a 9:30 pace. I will be doing crosstraining and foamroll today and I will work in a run this weekend.
2. My son has finally started caring about his fellow classmates at school and his behavior is improving. I am far less concerned that he is getting the rewards his teacher provides than I am about his concern for his classroom experience. Next week is parent-teacher conferences.
3. I am finally getting organized around the house and making a list of blog topics as well. Hopefully, I can finally get around to writing those entries.
4. My daughter loves her new school. She is finally being challenged and there are no reports of acting out we had at her previous school. In years past, she would get bored with her teachers or her curriculum and she would bite. None of that this year. She is happy with school. She gets to sing, dance, make art almost every day.
5. Two months unemployed and I realize more and more how much I do not miss my job. Yes, I miss the money and I am currently looking for something to do while the kids are in school, but I am realizing that I could not ethically continue to do the things they were expecting me to do. That job was 85-90% paperwork, 5% school-related duties (meetings that addressed nothing I needed to know, lunch duty, going into the special education classroom to provide services I was not qualified to provide to students I did not have on my caseload, etc.), 8% prep time, and perhaps some time to get to providing therapy for the students. That leftover time was to be therapy but at what cost? Sacrificing therapy quality for the needs of some state protocol or some protocol set forth by the district which ends up being busy work at best is unethical and mind-numbing. I have probably alluded to how I feel and think about that job in the past, but my wife still works there and things are even worse this year than last.
I am looking forward now. I am getting fit in the process. I am pushing myself and my hope is to get good enough to find a sponsor or two. I am entertaining thoughts about how to make money for now since this whole getting a job thing is not working too well. I have filled out applications online and nothing has come to fruition, not even a call for interview. I am waiting for Road Runner Sports to get back to me. I talked with the newly appointed store supervisor and explained that all I want is part-time work. She sent an email to their human resources department and we are waiting now.
Fall is here (even in the
pits of Hell desert and runs are easier and heat runs are basically over. Although 86 degrees is still hot for doing long runs, I can manage.
I sit and stare
“What is going on in there?”
The child gives an inquisitive smile
And exudes love to last a quadrillion miles.
I search my database for the file
What, in my experience, could possibly compare
What is this one thinking?
What is going on in there?
My love and prayers go out to the Richard family.
Martin Richard was killed yesterday. His mom needed surgery and his 6 year-old sister lost a leg.
Again, I send prayers to the victims, survivors, aide personnel, and the bombers. We all need love and prayer. Call me an optimist, tree-hugger, hippie, whatever but, Perhaps if those that did this and other heinous acts received prayer and love, less of these events would happen.