21 years old is notorious for being that age where you're finally legal to drink, but I think that overshadows a lot of what being 21 has entailed...at least for me. For all I know, for some 21 year olds that really is the only significance. For me, it's been comprised of yes, my fair share of enjoying legality, but also a number of decisions made solely by me. I've been faced with a number of situations where I've had to put myself first and figure out what's best for me, just me. A relationship ended, a move occurred, a new job began, my first taste at apartment life came along, and responsibility has trumped wishes on a number of occasions. There have even been Friday and Saturday nights spent doing homework instead of going out. I felt so lame, but I knew that it's a part of life.
Adulthood struck again right before Easter break. I was slated to go home, something I decided two weeks beforehand during Spring Break. I originally intended to stay here and enjoy being at my home church in Seward. The closer it got to being time to go home, the more I dreaded it. I wasn't looking forward to the drive, I needed to do a lot of hw that I knew would not get done if I left, and really, I was not looking forward to a stressful Easter. I also had to spend Monday driving all day and then going to work. Not really my idea of fun, nor would it be a helpful note to end the semester on. I decided to stay here, a decision that came with many tears. I felt like I was disappointing my family somehow, and I was also missing a major holiday with them. I voluntarily put myself and responsibility before my family. I've been raised that family ALWAYS comes first, so this went against my very nature. It was a weird feeling.
The worst part, however, was realizing that this won't be the first time that I'll have to do that...and it broke my heart a little.
So these are the repercussions of being an adult...
~"Find your purpose and fling your life out to it. Find a way or make one. Try with all your might. Self-made or never made." [-Orison Swett Marden]~
Tuesday, April 6, 2010
Saturday, March 27, 2010
"Heartbreak Warfare"
"Heartbreak Warfare" by John Mayer
Lightning strike
Inside my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain
[Chorus]
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love why don't you say so
If you want more love why don't you say so
Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain, pain, pain
[Chorus]
How come the only way you know how high you get me
Is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if ya let me
But I can't break through it all
It's a heart... heartbreak
I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Lets just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God were gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and Ambien
You're talking shit again
It's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name
It's heartbreak... heartbreak
It's heartbreak warfare (x3)
Lightning strike
Inside my chest to keep me up at night
Dream of ways
To make you understand my pain
[Chorus]
Clouds of sulfur in the air
Bombs are falling everywhere
It's heartbreak warfare
Once you want it to begin
No one really ever wins
In heartbreak warfare
If you want more love why don't you say so
If you want more love why don't you say so
Drop his name
Push it in and twist the knife again
Watch my face
As I pretend to feel no pain, pain, pain
[Chorus]
How come the only way you know how high you get me
Is to see how far I fall
God only knows how much I'd love you if ya let me
But I can't break through it all
It's a heart... heartbreak
I don't care if we don't sleep at all tonight
Lets just fix this whole thing now
I swear to God were gonna get it right
If you lay your weapon down
Red wine and Ambien
You're talking shit again
It's heartbreak warfare
Good to know it's all a game
Disappointment has a name
It's heartbreak... heartbreak
It's heartbreak warfare (x3)
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
Spring Not-So-Much-Break
My life is starting to feature paperwork on a fairly regular basis. Lesson plans are also becoming a constant. Student teaching looms on the horizon. This is is. This is the real deal. While there is still time to back out, that window's getting smaller and smaller. I am going to be a teacher.
I've been getting a preview of student teaching over the past few days by actually doing some on a small scale. I've gotten the opportunity to be in one of the local Lutheran schools here in Racine, and it's been fantastic. The teachers have all been so welcoming and so informative, and it's been a lot of fun to be in the different classrooms. I've been all over the school because the teachers literally have told me to just pop in whenever. It's been a great opportunity to realize how much work lesson plans really are and the importance of being flexible...and also not being too hard on myself. Today really fizzled out, but I'm hoping to fix things tomorrow. We'll see.
This really does make me excited to get into classrooms for student teaching, though, and move on to those next phases. I guess that was probably half of the point of this experience, too, so mission accomplished.
This is the first time I guess I've really gotten the feel for being a real teacher, though...yes, I'm still a student, but they trust my experience and talk to me as an equal. They've been open and honest with me about everything, and it's all been a huge honor for me to be in this position. I've gotten to ask a lot of questions about everything. Having such welcoming and helpful people readily sharing their knowledge and advice is really crucial to helping me feel prepared for the long-run. I need mentors, and this has definitely proven to be an opportunity to find some.
Tomorrow's my last day. I'll be there for the longest I've been there all week, so I'll be pretty wiped by the time I'm done. I might still go back a bit after tomorrow, though, since I'll be in town anyways and because it has been so much fun, but we'll see. At some point I do need to do some other work for my classes and also take some time to enjoy the "break" part.
~"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires." [William Arthur Ward]~
I've been getting a preview of student teaching over the past few days by actually doing some on a small scale. I've gotten the opportunity to be in one of the local Lutheran schools here in Racine, and it's been fantastic. The teachers have all been so welcoming and so informative, and it's been a lot of fun to be in the different classrooms. I've been all over the school because the teachers literally have told me to just pop in whenever. It's been a great opportunity to realize how much work lesson plans really are and the importance of being flexible...and also not being too hard on myself. Today really fizzled out, but I'm hoping to fix things tomorrow. We'll see.
This really does make me excited to get into classrooms for student teaching, though, and move on to those next phases. I guess that was probably half of the point of this experience, too, so mission accomplished.
This is the first time I guess I've really gotten the feel for being a real teacher, though...yes, I'm still a student, but they trust my experience and talk to me as an equal. They've been open and honest with me about everything, and it's all been a huge honor for me to be in this position. I've gotten to ask a lot of questions about everything. Having such welcoming and helpful people readily sharing their knowledge and advice is really crucial to helping me feel prepared for the long-run. I need mentors, and this has definitely proven to be an opportunity to find some.
Tomorrow's my last day. I'll be there for the longest I've been there all week, so I'll be pretty wiped by the time I'm done. I might still go back a bit after tomorrow, though, since I'll be in town anyways and because it has been so much fun, but we'll see. At some point I do need to do some other work for my classes and also take some time to enjoy the "break" part.
~"The mediocre teacher tells. The good teacher explains. The superior teacher demonstrates. The great teacher inspires." [William Arthur Ward]~
Friday, March 5, 2010
Solitude.
The weather's beautiful here! It's in the mid-40s here, and I'm sitting next to an open window with a light breeze blowing fresh air into the apartment, blaring some Vertical Horizon (I've recently gotten hooked on an older CD of theirs), and I'm just taking some time to reflect and organize. This shift in weather is a welcomed change of pace...and a great mood-lifter. Perfect timing, God. :)
I've constantly been hit by the realization that I'm terrible at taking time to sit and be. I get so caught up in going, going, going and doing, doing, doing that I'm constantly caught up in the demands of other people and other things. I made it a goal for this year to take more time to relax, and I've accomplished that in making sure I go and do at least one fun thing with some friends each week, but I've been failing to make deliberate attempts to have some time by myself.
I haven't realized how badly I was craving that until about a month ago. On Valentine's Day, I had a date with myself. I intended to watch a movie, but I got sidetracked and had to push the start time to an hour later, so I just watched some Gilmore Girls...and did nothing by lie there and watch it rather than trying to multitask. At first, I felt all lame and pathetic, and then guilty for not doing anything productive, but then I really started to enjoy the solitude. I was so relaxed! There's definitely another chunk of solitude planned for this weekend.
This week I really needed that. I needed some time to just be apart from all of the expectations. I've taken some extra time to think about things in my life lately, and that's meant some more late nights, but the week has gotten so much better now that I recognize what needed to change and how to work on that. It started with an attitude shift, and now it's a matter of pure grunt work. If you want something to happen, ya gotta make it happen. Nobody else can do it for you.
Some changes are most definitely in the works...and I'm excited. :)
~"It seems easier to be God than to love God, easier to control people than to love people, easier to own life than to love life." [In the Name of Jesus by Henri J.M. Nouwen]~
I've constantly been hit by the realization that I'm terrible at taking time to sit and be. I get so caught up in going, going, going and doing, doing, doing that I'm constantly caught up in the demands of other people and other things. I made it a goal for this year to take more time to relax, and I've accomplished that in making sure I go and do at least one fun thing with some friends each week, but I've been failing to make deliberate attempts to have some time by myself.
I haven't realized how badly I was craving that until about a month ago. On Valentine's Day, I had a date with myself. I intended to watch a movie, but I got sidetracked and had to push the start time to an hour later, so I just watched some Gilmore Girls...and did nothing by lie there and watch it rather than trying to multitask. At first, I felt all lame and pathetic, and then guilty for not doing anything productive, but then I really started to enjoy the solitude. I was so relaxed! There's definitely another chunk of solitude planned for this weekend.
This week I really needed that. I needed some time to just be apart from all of the expectations. I've taken some extra time to think about things in my life lately, and that's meant some more late nights, but the week has gotten so much better now that I recognize what needed to change and how to work on that. It started with an attitude shift, and now it's a matter of pure grunt work. If you want something to happen, ya gotta make it happen. Nobody else can do it for you.
Some changes are most definitely in the works...and I'm excited. :)
~"It seems easier to be God than to love God, easier to control people than to love people, easier to own life than to love life." [In the Name of Jesus by Henri J.M. Nouwen]~
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Papa Ski
This is a tough week. It's the one I dread more than any other week of the year.
Flash back to 5 years ago, and my family was going through some rough stuff. 5 years ago today my grandpa died. 5 years and a week ago his wife, my grandma, died. Snap back to current times, and it still hurts. A lot.
I dread this week because I know that I'll have flashbacks running through my mind of the specifics of everything. Sometimes the most random things bring back the most random details from that time in the hospital. I know that it'll hurt all over again to remember. But you know what? This year's different. Today I've let myself dwell on the memories of my grandpa as an individual, as a very influential person in my life, and trying to find areas of my life where I can see how he shaped me. Sure, there have been some tears, but it's been far less heart-wrenching and far more enlightening than remembering exactly how that last bit of time went. It's put smiles on my face and made my heart lighter. It's also heightened my appreciation for him as more than a grandpa because hey, he was a pretty amazing man.
This man was caring. His love for each and every one of us was obvious even if he didn't say it -- you could just see it in his insanely blue eyes. He was a fighter to no end. He fought cancer for the last little bit of his life, but he didn't let that stop him from hanging out with our family or going to the nursing home every single day to stay by my grandma's side. He was devoted to his wife totally, utterly, and completely. I've never seen anyone before or since who was so in love with someone. This was a man who was full of hope and optimism, even when the rest of us weren't so sure. This was a man who always had a smile or a joke, and he had the best laugh for when he was joking...a deep "heh heh heh" that I can still hear in my head as clearly as I heard it while we would be sitting and talking at Auntie Cindy's house not so long ago. This was a man I'm truly lucky to be able to call my grandpa.
That example he gave us is a lot to live up to. I hope whole-heartedly that I'm becoming the kind of girl my grandpa would be proud to look at, smile, and say, "That's my granddaughter."
~"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."[Revelation 21:4]~
Flash back to 5 years ago, and my family was going through some rough stuff. 5 years ago today my grandpa died. 5 years and a week ago his wife, my grandma, died. Snap back to current times, and it still hurts. A lot.
I dread this week because I know that I'll have flashbacks running through my mind of the specifics of everything. Sometimes the most random things bring back the most random details from that time in the hospital. I know that it'll hurt all over again to remember. But you know what? This year's different. Today I've let myself dwell on the memories of my grandpa as an individual, as a very influential person in my life, and trying to find areas of my life where I can see how he shaped me. Sure, there have been some tears, but it's been far less heart-wrenching and far more enlightening than remembering exactly how that last bit of time went. It's put smiles on my face and made my heart lighter. It's also heightened my appreciation for him as more than a grandpa because hey, he was a pretty amazing man.
This man was caring. His love for each and every one of us was obvious even if he didn't say it -- you could just see it in his insanely blue eyes. He was a fighter to no end. He fought cancer for the last little bit of his life, but he didn't let that stop him from hanging out with our family or going to the nursing home every single day to stay by my grandma's side. He was devoted to his wife totally, utterly, and completely. I've never seen anyone before or since who was so in love with someone. This was a man who was full of hope and optimism, even when the rest of us weren't so sure. This was a man who always had a smile or a joke, and he had the best laugh for when he was joking...a deep "heh heh heh" that I can still hear in my head as clearly as I heard it while we would be sitting and talking at Auntie Cindy's house not so long ago. This was a man I'm truly lucky to be able to call my grandpa.
That example he gave us is a lot to live up to. I hope whole-heartedly that I'm becoming the kind of girl my grandpa would be proud to look at, smile, and say, "That's my granddaughter."
~"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away."[Revelation 21:4]~
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Big Return
Uh, yes, I'll take "Blogging as a Means of Procrastination" for $200, Alex...couldn't resist. My friend Adam had me watching bits and pieces of SNL tonight with a "Celebrity Jeopardy" skit tossed in the mix. Gotta love it. I just considered it research in preparation for heading to the sketch comedy group meeting afterwords.
Alright, children, gather 'round for story time. Now turn off your voices and turn on your listening ears (yes, that does work on my preschoolers). This might get lengthy, but bear with me.
This entire school year has found me spending a lot of time and energy thinking about what the future holds. Where will I be after college? Where will they send me for student teaching? What state will my family be in a few years from now if things go like they're planning? When do I get to get married and have kids? How will those first few years of teaching go? Can I really see myself teaching forever? I think student teaching has consumed a lot more thought as May gets closer and closer, though, because it's right around the corner now, no denying it. People are either getting sent out soon or starting to figure out where they prefer to go next year, and I honestly have not had a clue as to where I wanted to go. I just knew I wanted to go someplace I'd probably never go again or get the chance to live...especially because my ideal teaching location would be someplace back home near my family. Within an 8 hour radius would be nice. Being in NE has shown I can handle that. Anyways, Monday morning somebody came up to me talking about how they want to student teach in Texas, and since we get sent out in pairs, she needed to find someone. My response was, "Well, I have nothing tying me down anywhere, so what the heck, I'd go with ya. It sounds like fun!" So hey, there's an option. Hmmm, Texas. I've never even visited that state, so that's really intriguing!
I have a class that is 6 credits and has a name with literacy somewhere in the title because it deals with (get this!) building students' literacy. Aside from spending 2 hours three times a week in this class, we also do teacher aiding AND a project where we spend three full days in the classroom of our choosing. We teach a unit over the course of those three days (literacy-related, of course) and then spend the reminder of the time at the teacher's mercy (grading papers, making copies, helping the students, etc.). The point is to really get a feel for what to expect for the ol' student teaching experience. Our proposals are due Friday, and I was freeeaaaking out about it because I really had no propects. I contacted my kindergarten teacher (really one of my favorite teachers of all time), whom I've gotten lucky enough to go back and work with before and had a great time. Part of the problem is having such an irregular schedule compared to typical school hours -- the few that I do have are used for teacher aiding. Makes it kinda hard to contact schools, eh?
I decided to do myself a favor and skip my GS 401 (Ministry in a Changing World) class today to give myself some time to do it. I called a few schools around the WI/IL border, got sent to the voicemails of various principals, had one nice conversation with a secretary who took a message for another, and sent a few emails. I was kinda discouraged that nothing immediately fell into place, and I was really worried about that proposal. I said a quick prayer and continued on with the day.
When I got home from work, I had a voicemail from one of the schools near my dad's (although not my little cousins' school like I'd hoped, any news was good news) discussing their policy and such. Basically it was a yes, just a lot of paperwork/technical school security things and needing more details...not a definite answer. While I was making dinner, my phone rang again with a number from close to my mom's. I answered, and it was a school back there with a principal who happened to be extremely willing to take me on and even guaranteed that I could come in. What a relief! But the saga doesn't end there. She made a comment about student teaching and asked me to keep them in mind for that because they're very open to having them come in but don't get them too often. Wow! That brings the options for places to go up to 2. The irony is this is merely hours after my mom had tried convincing me to find a place near home to student teach and me convincing her that pretty much half of the point of my student teaching experience is going to be seeing a new place. Ohhh, life is funny sometimes.
Basically things are falling into place pretty well right now...and I'm getting more and more excited for both of these big teaching experiences! Between that and getting excited about getting free teacher resources for teaching handwriting, I can honestly say that this must be the career for me. :P
~"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of thes is roots, the other, wings." [Hodding Carter]~
Alright, children, gather 'round for story time. Now turn off your voices and turn on your listening ears (yes, that does work on my preschoolers). This might get lengthy, but bear with me.
This entire school year has found me spending a lot of time and energy thinking about what the future holds. Where will I be after college? Where will they send me for student teaching? What state will my family be in a few years from now if things go like they're planning? When do I get to get married and have kids? How will those first few years of teaching go? Can I really see myself teaching forever? I think student teaching has consumed a lot more thought as May gets closer and closer, though, because it's right around the corner now, no denying it. People are either getting sent out soon or starting to figure out where they prefer to go next year, and I honestly have not had a clue as to where I wanted to go. I just knew I wanted to go someplace I'd probably never go again or get the chance to live...especially because my ideal teaching location would be someplace back home near my family. Within an 8 hour radius would be nice. Being in NE has shown I can handle that. Anyways, Monday morning somebody came up to me talking about how they want to student teach in Texas, and since we get sent out in pairs, she needed to find someone. My response was, "Well, I have nothing tying me down anywhere, so what the heck, I'd go with ya. It sounds like fun!" So hey, there's an option. Hmmm, Texas. I've never even visited that state, so that's really intriguing!
I have a class that is 6 credits and has a name with literacy somewhere in the title because it deals with (get this!) building students' literacy. Aside from spending 2 hours three times a week in this class, we also do teacher aiding AND a project where we spend three full days in the classroom of our choosing. We teach a unit over the course of those three days (literacy-related, of course) and then spend the reminder of the time at the teacher's mercy (grading papers, making copies, helping the students, etc.). The point is to really get a feel for what to expect for the ol' student teaching experience. Our proposals are due Friday, and I was freeeaaaking out about it because I really had no propects. I contacted my kindergarten teacher (really one of my favorite teachers of all time), whom I've gotten lucky enough to go back and work with before and had a great time. Part of the problem is having such an irregular schedule compared to typical school hours -- the few that I do have are used for teacher aiding. Makes it kinda hard to contact schools, eh?
I decided to do myself a favor and skip my GS 401 (Ministry in a Changing World) class today to give myself some time to do it. I called a few schools around the WI/IL border, got sent to the voicemails of various principals, had one nice conversation with a secretary who took a message for another, and sent a few emails. I was kinda discouraged that nothing immediately fell into place, and I was really worried about that proposal. I said a quick prayer and continued on with the day.
When I got home from work, I had a voicemail from one of the schools near my dad's (although not my little cousins' school like I'd hoped, any news was good news) discussing their policy and such. Basically it was a yes, just a lot of paperwork/technical school security things and needing more details...not a definite answer. While I was making dinner, my phone rang again with a number from close to my mom's. I answered, and it was a school back there with a principal who happened to be extremely willing to take me on and even guaranteed that I could come in. What a relief! But the saga doesn't end there. She made a comment about student teaching and asked me to keep them in mind for that because they're very open to having them come in but don't get them too often. Wow! That brings the options for places to go up to 2. The irony is this is merely hours after my mom had tried convincing me to find a place near home to student teach and me convincing her that pretty much half of the point of my student teaching experience is going to be seeing a new place. Ohhh, life is funny sometimes.
Basically things are falling into place pretty well right now...and I'm getting more and more excited for both of these big teaching experiences! Between that and getting excited about getting free teacher resources for teaching handwriting, I can honestly say that this must be the career for me. :P
~"There are only two lasting bequests we can hope to give our children. One of thes is roots, the other, wings." [Hodding Carter]~
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Sand-Like Time
I've heard love compared to having a handful of sand: the tighter you squeeze it, the faster it falls away. I've come to realize time's the same way. We're already about a quarter of the way through the semester...how did this happen?! I still have yet to get my footing.
My Student Teaching application appeared in my mailbox yesterday. Waves of anxiety, fear, and excitement (mostly the first two, not gonna lie) rolled over me when I read it...and the first two grew as I read the details of how much of my life for next school year I'll be signing away with that application. Well, what better time to be sent to who knows where than when I have minimal things tying me to any specific place?
Sooo I had my first clubbing experience Saturday night. That was interesting. Lincoln's a college town; this was a college bar. It was mobbed. We went to this specific place because the cover was cheap, the drinks were cheap, and the second floor was a dance floor. It was just a loft that made me feel slightly claustrophobic, actually. The group was 3 girls and a guy. That was a great combination, though. It started off slow and pretty anticlimactic, but it was great once the dance floor filled up and we just let loose. We danced with a few guys who are now known as Blackshirt/Sir Humps-a-lot (named in honor of his dancing style...awkward), Random Asian Man, Striped Shirt Guy, and (most recently named...) Swine Flu. We were there for a few hours until Swine Flu decided it'd be a good idea to take one of us girls downstairs...the rest of us were NOT okay with splitting up at all and put the kabosh on that pretty quickly; we leftly shortly afterwards.
Summary:
Having at least one good guy friend in group: Wonderful.
Dancing: Great.
Drinks: Yummy (except the Starburst shot).
Random men: Umm, okay?
Messin' with my friends: Ha, good luck!
Willingness to go dancing again: Highly probable.
The Superbowl on Sunday was enjoyed in the company of a large group of friends at a pizza place in a neighboring town which is owned by the godfather (such a sweet and fun guy!) of one of said friends. When I say "enjoyed", I mean the commercials. During game time I was working on the blanket I'm currently crocheting (almost done!). It's kinda ceased to be as big of a deal to watch the football part when a) it's not my team and (especially) b) I'm not with my family.
On the list of other new experiences is the fact that I'll be starting to apartment hunt very soon for places in town for summertime and the fall semester. Yikes! I've been asking around about some of the things I need to keep in mind, but I still barely know where to begin. This is another adventure, and I'm pretty excited about it. It's just another step forward. :)
~"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." [Dorothy Parker]~
My Student Teaching application appeared in my mailbox yesterday. Waves of anxiety, fear, and excitement (mostly the first two, not gonna lie) rolled over me when I read it...and the first two grew as I read the details of how much of my life for next school year I'll be signing away with that application. Well, what better time to be sent to who knows where than when I have minimal things tying me to any specific place?
Sooo I had my first clubbing experience Saturday night. That was interesting. Lincoln's a college town; this was a college bar. It was mobbed. We went to this specific place because the cover was cheap, the drinks were cheap, and the second floor was a dance floor. It was just a loft that made me feel slightly claustrophobic, actually. The group was 3 girls and a guy. That was a great combination, though. It started off slow and pretty anticlimactic, but it was great once the dance floor filled up and we just let loose. We danced with a few guys who are now known as Blackshirt/Sir Humps-a-lot (named in honor of his dancing style...awkward), Random Asian Man, Striped Shirt Guy, and (most recently named...) Swine Flu. We were there for a few hours until Swine Flu decided it'd be a good idea to take one of us girls downstairs...the rest of us were NOT okay with splitting up at all and put the kabosh on that pretty quickly; we leftly shortly afterwards.
Summary:
Having at least one good guy friend in group: Wonderful.
Dancing: Great.
Drinks: Yummy (except the Starburst shot).
Random men: Umm, okay?
Messin' with my friends: Ha, good luck!
Willingness to go dancing again: Highly probable.
The Superbowl on Sunday was enjoyed in the company of a large group of friends at a pizza place in a neighboring town which is owned by the godfather (such a sweet and fun guy!) of one of said friends. When I say "enjoyed", I mean the commercials. During game time I was working on the blanket I'm currently crocheting (almost done!). It's kinda ceased to be as big of a deal to watch the football part when a) it's not my team and (especially) b) I'm not with my family.
On the list of other new experiences is the fact that I'll be starting to apartment hunt very soon for places in town for summertime and the fall semester. Yikes! I've been asking around about some of the things I need to keep in mind, but I still barely know where to begin. This is another adventure, and I'm pretty excited about it. It's just another step forward. :)
~"This is not a novel to be tossed aside lightly. It should be thrown with great force." [Dorothy Parker]~
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