Whelp, now I might be getting sick. It so the worst time for me to have to fight off big germs, because I’ve just begun menstruating. That means that I likely will have to be up multiple times tonight to use the bathroom, heavy flow for day two and all.
Ugh.
God, heal me, please. Make us all well and healthy, please. And now, please. Let us spend time together feeling and being our best, not feeling our worst. Help us, please. In your name, we pray. Amen.
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I wish you all a very happy Easter season. May you feel God’s love and blessings in new and powerful and life-moving ways, as you find yourself shifting further onto the paths that lead you to the person you long to be and who you were made to be. In God’s name, we pray. Amen.
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“Be sealed with the gift of the Holy Spirit.”
And he has been.
Thank you, God. Amen.
St. Joseph of Copertino, pray for us.
Happy Easter, y’all!! ❤ ❤ ❤
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I’m starting to turn into them…(!)
Although, now that I think about the specifics, perhaps it is just becoming clear that I always was one of them… hmm… haha
Tonight, instead of going to bed well before 10pm, as fully expected and planned, I got caught up working on a coding project. I had to build a landing page that adjusted well to different screen sizes. It’s one of the final projects in the whole section on web design for my course. I decided a while back to have fun with the projects, whenever I’m having to make most of it up, anyway. For the half-existing things where I just edit or add bits, I don’t do much personalization, if any. No need there. But, if I’m basically making it all up, anyway, I want it to be something I’ll enjoy and actually want to show someone else, you know?
Anyway, so I was making this page for ‘a club, real or imaginary.’ I happened upon an idea that I loved, shortly before my planned bedtime… like twenty minutes before it. Next thing I knew, it was two and a half hours later, and I was still working on the project. It was definitely progressing, and well. But I was 100% not in bed.
Instead, my man made me some seared tuna – I know – after it thawed half an hour, and then I worked even more. At about 1am, I had finished my project and shown it to my man, and was finally heading to bed… only four+ hours later than planned…
I felt like I was finally starting to be like all the other nerds who end up having that late night, ‘because I was working on some coding,’ and/or, ‘and I really wanted to resolve this one part.’ I did that tonight, and not for the first time. But it was the first time I had a full product at the end.
However, I already do this with things. I already stay up late just to finish something up, even if it isn’t even time-sensitive. I’ve basically always done this, until I started occasionally forcing myself to go to bed, everything left to be done tomorrow, so I could wake up early for the gym.
So, this was nothing new for me… except that it finally was for coding stuff.
And that’s the really fun part.
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Whereas I love hanging at home and going to bed during rain storms, with all the thunder and lightning and wind and rain outside, the dog resolutely disagrees with me. And, frankly, tonight, she is pissing me off. If I didn’t despise having to touch her crate right now, after I’ve already showered and gotten all clean and all, I already would have pulled it out and locked her inside it. No, I don’t like trapping a dog inside its crate. But it is sometimes the only option to prevent them from freaking out so much that they destroy just about anything they can get to.
She looks at me so pathetically, yet won’t accept the comfort I offer her of a fancy faux-fur pallet on the floor right next to my bed… she isn’t even allowed in the bedroom usually. But she’s about to blow it… ugh…
Dear God, please, keep my man safe and bring him back to me safely each night, including tonight. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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Dear God, please, help us to improve our schedule. Help us to sleep the sleep we need to be our best selves each day. Help us to do our best work. Help us to love our best and to be our best with and to one another. In your name, I pray. Amen.
P.S. Please, let it be everything I’ve dreamt to have and more. Let it be the answer to my prayers and the key to my future. In your name, I pray. Amen. St. Jude, pray for us, too, please.
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Not doing great with the idea of getting to bed early and getting up early and going to the gym this week, but I have gotten up earlier than I had been getting up, and I have done the full workout at home just after getting up both mornings. And I’ve gone to bed a bit earlier than I had before (not counting last week, that is.) So, there’s a positive there.
More work to be done, more improvement to be had. For now, I bid you a good night.
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I haven’t much liked working out on my own in the past. However, there has been something about it this past week that has changed my mind a bit. I think the music at the gym has gotten too loud for me to want to be there so often, and the classes are sometimes too full for me; it has become a bit of a drain on me emotionally and social just being st the gym, I think. It’s almost like it has been overwhelming, in a way… just too much stimulation to be going five days a week. Even four days is a bit tough, it seems.
I think I am doing these workouts at home in large part due to the fact that I can stay away from all of that external stimulation and not have the shock it provides, let alone the reset and quiet time and relaxation it demands afterward for me. The mental disruption from classwork was already enough of a struggle before, but it has become increasingly obvious that the overwhelm of the scenario itself has become a bit much for me lately.
Perhaps working out at home once or twice a week will be all I need to get myself exercising five to six days a week again. I can still go to the gym three or four times, that way, and get that extra push from having folks do the workout with me. But I might strategize a bit and pick my classes as the lower-attended ones most weeks.
I’m wondering if this might just make a huge difference for me and my fitness and workouts, as well as productivity…
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For the first time in what feels like months, we got just to hang out and do stuff at home on a Sunday after Church. And it was awesome.
He got to get to work on finally sorting through the garage’s contents. I got to nap a bit, do some coding work for my courses, and get started on checking whether CDs were in my music library already (and adding them, if they weren’t). He came inside every so often just to see me and trade kisses, then went back out to continue working.
It was great. I had a really nice day, though am, nonetheless, going to bed quite exhausted.
At that, thank you, God. Amen. Goodnight.
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Today, we had about an hour to spare before heading from one place to the next. We were heading home, and decided suddenly to go ahead and stop at the go-kart place we pass all the time. We pulled into the packed parking lot – cars were lining the street, too – and it was by divine agreement that someone was leaving right as we pulled into the lot, giving us a space to park (and right by the entrance door).
Tickets were for a five-minute ride. There were regular, fast, and really-fast karts. The fastest ones require a valid driver license, though they only go about 20 miles per hour at top speed (the girl guessed 30, and was sorely mistaken). We went ahead and bought two tickets and got in line for the super fast ones. No one was ahead of or behind us, as most people were younger folks, we’ll say, or their parents who weren’t interested in driving the fastest ones.
I tell you what: we had a great time. It was a safe space for us to race and be slightly reckless and goofy and crazy and to take risks, and I have a blast. Genuinely, as soon as we started our onto the track, and I was working to block my man from passing me while I adjusted my seatbelt straps – I’d out them on properly, but then my arms weren’t long enough to reach the steering wheel, which I discovered as I took off 😛 – I felt like we were in a real-life version of Mario Kart. I even imagined shooting tortoise shells out my kart’s butt and dropping banana peels to keep him from passing me… as though that were an option. 😛
It was great. I got to practice crazy turns and get very good at them. You know, the whole hitting the break suddenly while turning the wheels quickly, so the back end swings around the sharp curve but the driver seat barely moves over the ground, just rotating almost in place, and then flooring it and taking off straight on the other side of the turn. It was way cool. I finally perfected the turn, and thought I’d broken the thing with the turn, but it was just that the timer had just run out right then, disabling the high speed of the fast karts and reminding us to exit at the end of the circuit (which I had Just started, and so had to do slowly like the normal people for most of the rest of it [only the back straight-away was disconnected from the sensor, and so we got to speed there again before hitting the sensor wall again to finish out the lap at a slow chug]).
Also, fun fact: it seems that weight plays a role in the kart’s speed success. The fact that I weigh a good portion less than my man meant that I had less traction and less speed on my kart. Even when we were on even scores on the back straightaway, both giving them full gas, his kart would leave mine behind before the end of the straightaway. (Perhaps it wasn’t weight, but that explanation made the most sense to us, versus that my kart just wasn’t as good as his. They all seemed to be the same age and quality and all, so it was unlikely that his would perform so differently like that just on its own.)
Anyway, it was such a great time, and I was smiling basically the whole time – big, toothy, open-mouthed grin smiling, it was so much fun for me.
And it was only five minutes. But I’m really glad we did it.
Thank you for that blessing today, God. Please, continue to keep us both safe. In your name, I pray. Amen.
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