stories of a real life wonder woman

Guys I can't begin to tell you how great the last 32-ish hours have been. Seriously. Ok so we had the 50th anniversary celebration of the founding of the college yesterday (Saturday) and I have been working with my colleagues for months trying to get all the displays and such ready for this event. Getting some of the things set up last week felt really good and then yesterday seeing people look at the different things and talk about their own memories was a lot of fun. It was fun to see people and think oh that's so and so who taught this subject. Things that I know from working in archives daily, seeing their faces in photos, and reading about what they did. It was nice to see all my hard work on display showing off the school and it's history. And though that was super cool it was made so much better by the fact that my family came for it. My parents and grandparents (mom's side) came down before the event so that we could go out to lunch. Then while I was s

I feel like I have all these different things to say but I am not sure where to start. I guess first I will say when I was getting ready to head to mom and dad's a few days ago for the weekend I put together a playlist that I think is pretty rad. I know that might seem like a weird thing to start with or even to say. But I believe that music often speaks to a part of us that cannot as easily be reached by anything else. And this playlist I put together has not only been lifting my spirits but is speaking to a part of me that has been neglected. It's a playlist of a couple of albums I used to listen to all the time when I was originally trying to figure out who I was and they also helped me be ok with being different from those around me on a daily basis. Tapping back into that has felt a bit like a type of healing for my soul. I love that God does that and works in that way. Overall this week has been up and down but I have really been trying harder than ever to see the pos

I should have written the other day when I was in a good mood and had ideas of what to write. Now instead I can't remember at all what I was going to write and I'm a bit cranky. See I thought I was doing really good at not being so stressed out at work and chilling out about things. But then yesterday I spent a lot of time crying and not because I watched an emotional movie. I'm just tired ya'll. I am sure I am not the only one who gets tired of daily life. I enjoy my job and most of the people I work with but it is a lot of work. And pretty much everyday this week I wanted to stay in bed instead of go in. Other people feel this way too right? That you love your job but also need a break. Either way I am there. So I am thinking about taking a personal day soon. I have to remember to talk to my boss about it or I won't do it and then I will cry even more. Anyway other than that I had a doctor's appointment this week. Just a follow up on my scope and we di

I am aware that I am a little late in writing this. Last night I thought "I have tomorrow to write." And then continued watching movies and it was lovely. I don't know about you but the extra day off has been needed and great. I think that we all need breaks now and then and I am trying to get better at actually taking breaks. For the past few days I have been trying to think of how to say what I want to post about this week. What is happening is actually a good thing but I feel like I don't quite know how to describe it. What is happening is that I feel like slowly but surely I am seeing myself again for who I am. I use the word seeing but that doesn't quite sound right but it is a better choice than finding. It's more like I am beginning to do and say things again that my true self loves to do and doing it without thinking about it. When it happens I have these little moments where I think "Oh, there you are." about myself. Which sort of make