The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly

You heard us. Didn't you, Thursday? You heard us discussing how we were too busy, and you decided to take vengeance on me. But I will stay stay loyal and true. Why? Because you made up by the teensiest bit. Was it a peace offering? A sign of hope? While I know right now it's the dangling carrot, it's still wonderful news to hear:

Josh Groban's new CD release date was announced today!

Some days...

...you just gotta look cute.

Especially on a Thursday.

The Whole Enchilada

I'm not saying I haven't done any of my Visiting Teaching in the last 2+ years. I'm not saying I haven't made visits. I'm not saying I haven't been in homes to teach. And I'm not saying I haven't taught with my companion.

But today, I was able to teach my Visiting Teachee, in her home, with not just a companion but my assigned Visiting Teaching companion.

Good job, Thursday.

Just Talking

[from my 2010 Joy & Gratitude post today]

I spent an hour and a half just talking to my supervisor. During work hours. Oops. But then, we don't often get a chance to just talk. And I think it helps. No. I know it helps. It helps me a lot. And I've always wanted to be better friends with her, even before she became my supervisor. Sometimes I feel so distanced from her in so many ways. But today, that talk made me feel like we had more in common than I would have realized. And that she accepts and understands me.

And not only did that mean a lot to me, it was something I needed. Really needed.

Thank you, Thursday. You have been redeemed.

If You Want Something Done Right...

... you've got to do it yourself.

I went to a job fair today, and half of the booths and workshops were geared towards entrepreneurs.

That little dream I've had for a few years--the one about starting my own design and marketing business--started tapping me on the shoulder. Hello, it whispered in my ear. I'm right here. 

I tried to brush it away with the back of my hand, but it just moved over to the other ear. Maybe it's a sign, it said. Maybe they're all telling you to pay attention to me.

"I'm scared," I whispered back. "I don't know how to handle you. I'm just a kid pretending to be a grownup. I can't start a business. And besides, don't you have to have money to do that? I need a job. I don't exactly have any money."

Still, I went to the workshop for start-ups. "Twenty-five dollars," Lecture Lady said. "That's all it takes to register with the Secretary of State as a sole proprietor."

Twenty-five bucks? I thought. That's it?

See? said The Little Dream.

"Leave me alone," I said.

I don't listen to myself very often.

Top Secret Faker

I wasn't going to do this.  I didn't want to talk about this new WIP much yet, and I really hate to post something with my concept online. But seeing as only a small number of people actually read this blog, I think it's safe to post it here. But shhhhhhh, don't tell anyone.

I'm suuuuuper excited--even if it is just a fake cover. Someday it'll be real though. Someday...

Belief

I...

I feel betrayed.

Not one, but two Thursdays. In a row!

I--I can't even talk about it without jeopardizing the joy of Thursday for others.

But I believe in second (and third and fourth and...) chances. And in understanding. And in forgiveness. And in redemption.

So, Thursday?

Let's see what you've got next week, 'K?