I am in a state of flux. Wait a second; I’m not known for my vast verbal knowledge. However, I am known to use words inappropriately. Let me make certain ‘flux’ is the right word.
Wow. My apologies, Readers. According to Merriam-Webster, the noun form of the word flux means, “a flowing of fluid from the body: as (a) diarrhea (b) dysentery.” Trust me when I say, I am not in a state of having fluid flow from my body. Moreover, I had no intention of starting off my post this way.
Keep in mind, there are 6 separate definitions for the word flux. The fourth definition is as follows: “(a): influx (b): change, fluctuation <in a state of flux>.” I believe the fourth meaning is what I am after when I say, “I am in a state of flux.” My intention is to let you know that things are moving quickly in my world. Change is taking place, and I am having a hard time finding footing in the shifting sand. Wheels are turning … many different wheels.
Note to self: Don’t try to impress with big words (or little words as it were) and fancy phrases, just say what you mean and mean what you say.
Are you still with me? I mean, after the flux issue, I’d be surprised to still have you here – reading this. Which, by the way, is going nowhere too quickly.
My oldest boy is starting first grade, while my youngest starts kindergarten. The boys are entering a new school, and I am excited about their adventure. Honest.
Yet, there is a knot growing in my stomach. I’ve been avoiding what is in front of me; yet, it still approaches, and it is getting closer.
My youngest is leaving the Log Lodge. My boys have been a part of the Log Lodge for the past 5+ years. I’m not ready to leave the Log Lodge. I’m not ready.
I’ve written about the Log Lodge in the past, and I intend to write about the Log Lodge again. Soon. Frankly, my intention was to write about it last week. Instead, I have deliberately allowed work and life to get in the way of my writing. I’m not ready.
Because Joe’s school closed (foreclosed), summer camp was canceled. As a result, Joe is spending his summer at home with me and his Dad. Rob stays with Joe twice a week, while telecommuting from home, and I stay with Joe three times a week, while telecommuting from home. (Thankfully, one of my jobs requires heading to my boss’ house at least once a week, so I am able to get out of the house.)
Working from home with a 6yr old in the house is challenging. Joe is a trooper. Generally speaking, he plays well by himself. Still, the kid gets bored. And, the kid wants to eat lunch. Every day.
I’ve tried to explain to Joe that working through lunch is a valuable skill one should learn early in life. Instead of asking me to stop what I am doing to make him a PB&J, he should take the time to clean his room, wash the bathroom, do laundry…. Oh. The laundry. Right. I was supposed to do that today.
What was I saying? Smoothies. Well, I was working towards smoothies.
See, while we were in Florida, my friend made us smoothies. Mmmm, delicious! When we returned home, the kids, Rob and I found ourselves craving smoothies. I attempted to make one, after searching all over for the blender. Well, after searching all over for the blender and cleaning off the dirt, dust and cobwebs. Apparently, we haven’t used our blender in years.
My attempt was not well received – neither my family nor the blender were impressed. The family wrinkled their noses, and the blender coughed, gasped and nearly died.
Fear not readers, I was not deterred! With Rob’s blessing, I purchased a new blender, a Ninja Pro. My friends, please let me introduce you to the Smoothie Making Pro …. dun dun daaaaah…….. Um. It’s me kids. I’m the smoothie making pro. My smoothies rock.
Ever since purchasing the new
kick-ass blender, Joe and I have enjoyed fresh smoothies for lunch.
Working two jobs with a child at home is tough. There are days when I could spit nails. Still, as the first day of school approaches, I find myself sipping the smoothies more slowly. I’m going to miss my non-working lunches with Joe.
What is up with the world, people? Riots. Gangs. Violence.
Yes, I know. Riots, gangs and violence have existed in one form or another for centuries. Still, does this mean it must continue to exist? Do those partaking in the riots, gangs and violence realize they are destroying their own community – thereby destroying their own future?
Deep down inside, I am sure they realize they are harming themselves. Unfortunately, caring, compassion, kindness and respect all take effort. Being violent, rioting and fighting is easy. In fact, frowning comes naturally. Smiling takes effort. Some things are worth the effort though. We are worth the effort.
Shoot, I am worth the effort. Rob is worth the effort. Joe, Charlie, my siblings, my Mom, etc. they are all worth the effort. You are worth the effort, too. You know you are worth the effort. And, you know your loved ones are worth the effort. So, make the effort. Do something. Listen. Talk. Talk. Listen.
Stop with the negative. Take hold of the simple thought, “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” Yes, that takes effort. Being silent, I mean. But make the effort. You are worth it. Even those that engage in violent acts are worth the effort. In fact, they need your help.
If you haven’t read my post Interrupted with Hope, please take a moment and read it. I don’t believe it is the best post I’ve written, but I do believe it contains one of the most important messages about which I’ve written. If former ‘criminals’ can turn their life around and take a stand to stop the violence, so can you. (I say sweetly.)
Be kind. Take care of yourself and each other.