He still loves me.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately, because my well laid plans have come to naught. I was quite comfortable with the path I was on, and I'm sure it was necessary for me. I never could have made the decisions I made if I didn't have some calm assurance that things would work out well for my children and I. I was confident that I'd be able to find a teaching job. The doors flew open in that direction and I felt very peaceful about all the steps I took on that road. Until, that is, I turned in all the applications and not one school or school district called. After a month of no calls, and hearing the grim prospects from the people I called, I had to face the reality that there was no happy ending to my plan. The economy has brought many certified teachers into the schools and there isn't a need for someone like me that would need to go through the certification process while teaching. The economy has also made fast work of my degree field - for me. Now is not the time to find a design position that would give me the the financial autonomy I'd need to stay in my home. There was a ghost of a chance I'd be able to find something which didn't require a degree, but which would still give me the means that I needed. In the bright sun of day, however, I don't believe in ghosts. It's just time to move on.

So, here is my plan. I am going to sell my house, and move in with my parents. It is very humbling.

I know that caring for my children was the greatest work I ever could have done, but it didn't prepare me well for the world I face now. I have to get more education. I don't mind school, I was always good at school. I will get started on a path which will allow me to work in healthcare, nursing more particularly. It will take a while to get through that, but I should be able to find work while I'm on that path. It's certainly not where I thought the Lord was going to take me, nevertheless, it is where I'm going - and I have to believe that it is good. There must be goals. There must be direction. Honestly, I can't say that I KNOW where I'll be in four years but at least I have a plan. Again.

. . and I know that He loves me.

Never Dreamed.

I am at such a crazy place. When I was 15, on the Olympic High School Swim Team, no one could have convinced me that I'd be here. I enjoyed swimming. It rounded me out. It gave me something to reach for, besides grades. I was probably the worst swimmer on the team - or at least VERY close to the worst, vying for worst. (snicker) But it was about personal improvement and doing my best. It didn't bother me that it wasn't anywhere near the best. I had no idea how important it would be to my sanity at this point in my life. Three years on a swim team has made a world of difference to today's version of me.

I started swimming again last month, and have been three times. I've tried to get into a routine before, but the struggle of getting the kids to a sitter made the hour into a half day event. It wasn't worth that much time to me. I didn't have support from my husband, which was frustrating. I gave up. Now, however, I am without my children every other weekend. It can be lonely, and I make sure to plan things that I couldn't do if they were here. I don't squander that time because there just isn't that much of it. The first time I swam, I did 300 yards in 20 minutes. Today, I was able to do 900 yards in 35 minutes. I still feel a little bit jello-y in the muscles. It's great. As I'm swimming I can hear my coach yelling in my head. I know when my stroke is getting weak, I know when I'm shutting down 5 yards from the wall. I know when I'm not kicking because someone is yelling at me to kick harder. Today, as I came into the last wall, I heard a familiar voice say, "power it into the wall." My muscles were tired, but determination rose in me, and I did it. It felt wonderful. I knew I had done good work. 

You can't even dream some of what is out there, waiting. You can't imagine how important the ways you develop and grow will be to a future you. Pour yourself into. . . well, yourself. Care about yourself. Be grateful for your blessings. Tell the Lord, "THANK YOU!" Believe me, every time I get into the water, and feel myself moving in old familiar ways, I AM SO GRATEFUL that they ARE old and familiar. It is like coming home to the 15 year old me. I feel younger and more hopeful - a lot more like her. What a blessing!