I'm in school full-time: taking Anatomy & Physiology, Statistics, American Government and an Assessment Portfolio class. Will graduate with honors in May with an AA in Communications & an AS in Pre-Medicine. Have been accepted to USU & ENMU Communication Disorders program (hoping to become a speech therapist). Waiting to hear back on scholarships, etc. to make final decision on school choice.
I'm still on the school board: four years and counting. As many groups do, we struggle with communication, as was very apparent at tonight's meeting. I found this quote while browsing the internet: "Human communication is difficult because powerful emotions from our past and present profoundly shape our perception. As a result we may become subject to distorted perceptions that cloud understanding & create the impossibility of a real interchange of ideas." All I can say is, Amen. Luckily tomorrow is a new day and a chance to try again.
Last, but not least, I've been struggling with health issues for some time now and finally found a specialist a few months ago that could give me some answers. I've only told a few friends and family members about my diagnosis. I guess you can say that in a way I feel if I don't talk about it, it may just go away. But reality is that it's a part of my life now. (I feel fairly safe writing about it in my blog as I am certain most of my followers have given up on me after my indefinite departure). Honestly though, much good as come from it because it has forced me to take a hard look at my life and re-evaluate what is most important. I have made myself a promise to take better care of me, and that means more ME time. I'm very good at putting others needs before my own (hello, I am a mom after all). But I have realized that I am not doing anyone any favors when I spread myself so thin that I don't have time to take care of myself. I'm proud to say that I have slowed down (really I have) and I am eating better and exercising regularly and even taking an occasional nap. I have also let go of some of my OCD’s, including letting my family load the dishwasher without my always having to rearrange it later (true story).
FYI… part of that “me time” includes writing in my blog. So hopefully that means you will be hearing from me more often.
Standing as A Witness
6 years ago



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