The day I almost lost my mind

Shame had kept me silent. Few people knew the intense battle I had been having with panic attacks. Not even my pastor was privy to the emotional upheaval that existed in my mind. My doctor knew because he was prescribing the medications that were helping me to function. But fear of judgment had kept me from telling people how bad it really was.

The smallest thing caused me to feel panic. I was scared to take a shower. I was scared to wash my hair (the picture below was not staged). I was scared to fix my breakfast and let the dog go out and fill up my Tervis with ice. Why? Because in previous days, when I had done those things, my body panicked and my pulse raced and my chest felt like I was having a heart attack.

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My dream job is to be a full time mentor

I don’t have a job.  I left my full time job as a nuclear engineer almost 20 years ago.  At that time, I became a stay-at-home mom, and then, a homeschooling mom. Now that my last child has graduated from high school, I find that I am jobless.  There is no need in my family for a stay-at-home mom, because children are no longer at home.  There is no need for a homeschooling mom, because both my children have graduated from high school and are in college.

I find that this transition from stay-at-home, homeschooling mom to an jobless, empty nester is a challenge.  I’m not ready for it, but it is upon me, and I can’t run from it.  It has chased me down.  So I must accept it.  Help me Jesus.

I have been dreaming with God about what my dream job would be.  I don’t want to be an engineer again, ever.  Surprisingly, I don’t want to be a famous blogger and speak at TED Talks.  I don’t want to open a eclectic shop and sell my happy note cards and creative garden art.  When I did some soul searching and dug deep down, I discovered what I am truly passionate about doing. The answer surprised me.

What I really want to do is mentor.  Full time.

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Can you ask your enemies to be your Facebook Friends?

The sea of faces flashed before me.  Old faces, young faces.  Black faces, white faces, Hispanic, and Asian faces.  Male and female.  Adults and teens.  Some I knew well,  some I didn’t know at all.  Some had been faithful friends.  Some had deserted me.  And some had turned on me and stabbed me in the back.

They were all potential Facebook “Friends.”

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When Your “Love Tank” has a hole in it

It seems that the older I get the more I dress like my mother: bright colors, flashy jewelry, matching shoes.   She’s a fashionable older woman who shops at Steinmart and Chico’s…you know the type!  I haven’t yet started buying animal prints, but anything can happen!  Add some “big hair” and lip gloss and I can be quite the sight!  I know that we should not put so much stock in our outward appearance, but sometimes dressing up can help us to feel better.  Here is me with some lip gloss:

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