journal.

i am having such a good time doing Janel's 30 Day Challenge. its so awesome to be able to sit down with a pen and paper and come away with something you love. each day has been something ive loved to write about. one day i made up my own prompt which im not showing :) haha.

Day 3.

I kinda adapted the prompt a bit. The prompt was: to draw a picture, doodle, sketch, of a person who you love, or admire. Then, write that person a letter telling them why they mean so much to you! im not a good doodler. but i did need to write a few letters to folks. excuse my spelling error.

Day 4:

i had a hard time deciding what i wanted to write on this page so i made a list first. i know that Jesus is the center of my heart. so that went first. my nephews Mikey & Luke went next. and everything else came after that.

Day 5:

No pictures! :)

Day 6:

Todays prompt was: It's definitely time to do something. It may be a new season for you in your life, or a time to make some goals, or it may just be time to relax (because it's Saturday right?). Draw something that represents the word time and then make a list of things that you need to do at this time in your life, or day, or week :)

My managers Candace and i had a talk last week about what i wanted in life. I explained that i wasnt exactly sure what i wanted in life when i first started my job. I explained that i just needed a job and i really didnt care what it was. but now, i feel like its about time to start getting direction. she used an analogy that i loved. she said i needed to figure out where i wanted to go, so i can figure out what i want to pack in my suitcase. she said, you will take different things to alaska than you would to florida. so you need to know where you are going, so you can know what to pack.

these are the years of my life that i should have been packing my suitcase. but i feel like ive been running behind. its TIME for me to figure out where i wanna go. its time for me to know when i get there. its time.

30 days.

i am participating in Janel's 30 Day Challenge!

Its been rough because i am sooo not an artistic girl with a pen! :)
i have decided with my day 3 post imma go outside the pen! and use a picture! :)
but here is the first two days.

Day 1. Introduction.

I started on this journal page 3 times. I couldnt see my ACTUAL self in the first two, so i ripped them out and started over. I believe this describes me well. I live out LOUD! I am always described as loud. in personality & sound. i sometimes think that word defines me. so thats why the 'lightining of sound' really does take over the picture instead of my name. around the bottom & right side, there is a list of some of my 'roles'. the top corner. the hearts and stars and squiggly lines. i am a hopeless romantic & my head is usually in the clouds. day dreaming, doing something other than living in reality!

Thats it for Day 1.

Day 2 - The Best Part of My Day.

i LOVE love LOVE love driving to and from work. my radio is up as loud as it will go. i sing as loud as i want to. i think, i talk out loud, i cry, i have ALONE time. i love ALONE time. a few of my favorite songs. also. i kinda put another 'best part of my day' when i hear that lyric. im getting a good text! :)

im off to start day 3! :)

june.

a lot has been going on in my life lately. its rather stressful and all to emotional. i am that girl that pushes all her 'drama' aside and tries to look happy, and appear as if i got it all together. its DRAINING me. 

i am not usually an overly emotional outward person. i dont like to cry in front of people. i dont like people to know whats really going on behind the facade that i put up. i like to make sure that my hurts arent broadcast to everyone. i like to appear put together. i dont want sympathy. i dont want anyone to know. accept i would like that person to want to know. and fight to find out. but thats another blog post for another day.

june. its a month that i could do without. a month that has killed me for the last three years. and its making its fourth attempt. fathers day. a time to honor your father. a time to love on him. and tell him what an amazing job he did. a time to give him gifts and let him know your thinking about him. a time to relive all the wonderful memories that he has brought.

what if i really never got along with my father. what if i used to pray for his death. fathers day. i used to hate this day. because he was alive. and i didnt like him. because he was alive. and i didnt feel like he liked me. it was a day to give him a card to tell him that he was the best father in the world. it was a day i felt i had to lie. a day that i had to give in to what he wanted. where he wanted to go. a day that i had to not be me, and be the little girl he wanted me to be. a day that i had to be fake. 

what i didnt know is that all too soon. i was going to wish i had a day to be fake all over again. as fathers day gets closer. i wonder why i wasnt nicer. granted. he did suck as a parent up until i was about 17. but why didnt i give him another chance. i know he loved me. and i know that i loved him. ill never have thoes 'daddy/daughter' moments that the girls get on tv. he will never watch me get married. he will never meet his grandchildren. i will never again be able to ask him directions around portland. he will never ever again tell me to ask my uncle jack. he will never 'snort' to scare me. 

fathers day. makes me miss my dad. and what never was. and what never will be. 

while fathers day is in june. this june seems to be just getting longer and longer.

my mom has a lump on her breast that they caught in her latest mammogram. they scheduled her to do an ultrasound on monday. they did it. three times to be exact. and the 'lump' is the size of a smashed penny that one would get at magic mountain. today she was scheduled for a biopsy of the 'lump'. this biopsy will tell us if she has cancer or not. cancer. cancer. breast cancer. cancer?

she went in. they made a small cut, and when they got the first piece of the 'lump' for the biopsy. she started bleeding bad. it took about 8 minutes of the doctor & nurse applying pressure before the bleeding stopped. they couldnt find the 'lump' anymore because there was too much blood around the area. so they only got one sample. 

this sample is going to tell me wether my mother has breast cancer. and while i know that it is something that she can have removed, and be fine. it scares the life out of me for more than one reason. it scares me that something might happen to her. she has been there for me through everything. she stepped in when the rest of the world, including my father and brother, stepped out. she is my rock. 

it could very well come back that this is just another cyst or whatnot. it could be just a growth. it could be nothing. but it could also be cancer. it could be something life changing. 

being selfish:

i dont think i can handle this right now. i dont think i have the emotional backbone right now to stand up tall. i dont think i have the strength to fight.

i know that she is scared. and that is hard for me. for the last four years. the roles between us have kinda changed. i feel like the mom most of the time. i feel like i need to take care of her. to see about her health. her well-being in general. i feel like this is my job.

its hard to focus on the positive for me right now. it could be nothing. i could be in my feelings for nothing. but i just dont want to be caught off guard. like i was with my father. 

*sigh* my brain and my fingers arent feeling a connection anymore. im done for the night! happier posts will come! soon.

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