Well it's been a few days since I've last posted, but I think that's a good thing. It means that I've been feeling well enough to keep myself busy which means I haven't had too much time to blog. For the most part, I think the PWD is gone. PTL!!! Hopefully the hormones are back where they should be. Every once in a while I still get a little anxious, but now it doesn't seem so downright hopeless. At least now I can put my finger on what I'm anxious about instead of having it completely overwhelm me because I truly don't know WHY I'm feeling that way. I guess it would be less than normal to never feel anxious, worried, stressed, etc.
On that note, I never knew how stressful planning a first birthday party could be. There's one side that says, "Oh, they'll never remember it anyway. Don't spend too much time on it because it's mainly for YOU anyway." Then there's the other side that says, "This is the FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY EVER! I has to be sooo special! You need to have a blow out!" I tend to lean towards the latter, but I'm trying to come up with a plan that's a happy medium. I don't want to go overboard, but when Ryan looks back on pictures I want her to know that I did something special. I recently encountered a mom that simply couldn't believe that I didn't have my child's first birthday party planned down to the last chocolate chip yet. (Apparently she has her FOUR MONTH OLD'S first birthday planned already.) Thank goodness for my mom who has been very instrumental in helping me plan and get ready! Speaking of my mom, for those of you out there that pray, please remember her in your prayers. She woke up this morning with something wrong with her neck and can hardly move her head. I'm praying that she has some relief soon.
While you're at it, please keep my brother, James, and his family in your prayers. He's been interviewing for numerous positions at private schools around the country, and I know that they are ready to have a plan set in stone. Believe me...I know how scary and daunting the unknown can be. (Alan and I lived through that every couple of months for a few years.) There's a chance that James could get a job Fort Worth, which would be amazing. Alan and I would be thrilled to have them so close so that we could spend more time with them. We don't get to see them nearly as much as we would like to.
Since it's nearly Father's Day, I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. One thing that sticks out about my childhood is that he always corrected me when I said, "I can't." Regardless of the task at hand he would always encourage me to at least try. In that light, I'd like to leave you with a poem that I recently found.
On that note, I never knew how stressful planning a first birthday party could be. There's one side that says, "Oh, they'll never remember it anyway. Don't spend too much time on it because it's mainly for YOU anyway." Then there's the other side that says, "This is the FIRST BIRTHDAY PARTY EVER! I has to be sooo special! You need to have a blow out!" I tend to lean towards the latter, but I'm trying to come up with a plan that's a happy medium. I don't want to go overboard, but when Ryan looks back on pictures I want her to know that I did something special. I recently encountered a mom that simply couldn't believe that I didn't have my child's first birthday party planned down to the last chocolate chip yet. (Apparently she has her FOUR MONTH OLD'S first birthday planned already.) Thank goodness for my mom who has been very instrumental in helping me plan and get ready! Speaking of my mom, for those of you out there that pray, please remember her in your prayers. She woke up this morning with something wrong with her neck and can hardly move her head. I'm praying that she has some relief soon.
While you're at it, please keep my brother, James, and his family in your prayers. He's been interviewing for numerous positions at private schools around the country, and I know that they are ready to have a plan set in stone. Believe me...I know how scary and daunting the unknown can be. (Alan and I lived through that every couple of months for a few years.) There's a chance that James could get a job Fort Worth, which would be amazing. Alan and I would be thrilled to have them so close so that we could spend more time with them. We don't get to see them nearly as much as we would like to.
Since it's nearly Father's Day, I've been thinking about my dad a lot lately. One thing that sticks out about my childhood is that he always corrected me when I said, "I can't." Regardless of the task at hand he would always encourage me to at least try. In that light, I'd like to leave you with a poem that I recently found.
Can’t is the worst word that’s written or spoken;
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day;
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
Doing more harm here than slander and lies;
On it is many a strong spirit broken,
And with it many a good purpose dies.
It springs from the lips of the thoughtless each morning
And robs us of courage we need through the day;
It rings in our ears like a timely sent warning
And laughs when we falter and fall by the way.
Can’t is the father of feeble endeavor,
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.
The parent of terror and halfhearted work;
It weakens the efforts of artisans clever,
And makes of the toiler an indolent shirk.
It poisons the soul of the man with a vision,
It stifles in infancy many a plan;
It greets honest toiling with open derision
And mocks at the hopes and the dreams of a man.
Can’t is a word none should speak without blushing;
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.
To utter it should be a symbol of shame;
Ambition and courage it daily is crushing;
It blights a man’s purpose and shortens his aim.
Despise it with all of your hatred of error;
Refuse it the lodgement it seeks in your brain;
Arm against it as a creature of terror,
And all that you dream of you someday shall gain.
Can’t is the word that is foe to ambition
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: “I can.”
An enemy ambushed to shatter your will;
Its prey is forever the man with a mission
And bows but to courage and patience and skill.
Hate it, with hatred that’s deep and undying,
For once it is welcomed ’twill break any man;
Whatever the goal you are seeking, keep trying
And answer this demon by saying: “I can.”
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