The test is tomorrow. I both am decently ready and feeling utterly unprepared. I still must create a kata, and I must actually properly practice the other four I am supposed to know well by now… taking so much time off did not help me with these, that’s for sure! Which makes sense as to why I don’t know them so well right now. And that’s okay. It’s a baseline from which I get to progress immensely over the next several months, as I pursue the black belt that I might be given one day to wear as my own.

For now, though, I have a silly yet exciting kata to create to a silly song my brother created the other day on his guitar, and some revision to do, all in the morning tomorrow. Yippee!

Thank you, God, for this oddly-set-up, wonderful opportunity. Amen.

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Moving on up

And so it is that the bedroom feels much more like a bedroom now. Not that it didn’t before feel like a bedroom, but that it now feels like a bedroom that could be my bedroom… one in which I actually could want to live and sleep and dress and all. No, it certainly isn’t complete, of course, but the bulky furniture is swapped out for things that fit much better and leave loads more space around the bed; the dark shag rug is gone; and the floors and baseboards have all been wonderfully cleaned. It is an awesome move for today, and I am incredibly grateful to have gotten it all done. Now, I am absurdly wiped and must sleep. Asap. Goodnight.

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The bright side

Well, the house only slightly smells like smoke now, and I almost don’t notice it, even when I’ve been outside for a while and walk back inside. Coolio. And I get to go to bed at a somewhat decent time tonight. Thank you, God. And thank you, God, for helping that get sorted out. And thank you, God, for giving us the tools and will and ability to work through all of this together, such that we leave a super sucky situation like last night actually in the past, complete, and step forward empowered together and individually in our relationships to ourselves and with one another. In gratitude, I pray. Amen.

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And then, just as you are about to watch a movie together for once, enjoying the evening spent relaxing together on the sofa, he tweaks his back and suddenly can’t move or breathe deeply without immense pain. And chiropractors aren’t open until Monday… At least we weren’t planning on getting a whole lot done tomorrow, almost all of which requires full physical movement abilities…oh, wait… yes, that’s exactly what we were planning to do…


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Loving my man

“Blown away by your love 😘,” he writes, sending with it a photo of him next to the massive and awesome fan (which is turned on) that he bought last weekend and that I put together for him today as a bit of a surprise.

My mom and I both find it adorable and also hilarious and stupid, but mostly the first two.

My brother simply replies after a silent laugh and big smirk, “You guys are dumb.”

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Dang… again…

It didn’t work out again? Well, let it go. Move forward with what’s up and important now – make that happen. And continue the cycle whenever it is time to do so.

When something is meant to happen, it happens. When it isn’t meant to happen, it doesn’t. And when it is meant to be, but just not yet, not now, then it doesn’t happen yet, doesn’t happen now.


Thank you, God, for this blessing and this clarity about it throughout my life, even when it did scare me a lot to watch “Final Destination”.

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