A Little ♥ and Soul

Friday was an epically hard day. It involved a client getting poop all over the bathroom wall. I guess I should preface that statement with: I work with adults with disabilities. Anyway, that whole episode includes explosive diarrhea. Ugh...just reliving that afternoon makes me mad. There was a string of expletives mumbled under my breathe. There was a 5 minute time out in my boss' office, for myself, of course. There was a very upset custodian who had to clean up the mess that said client left behind. Then there was food at a Mongolian grill that night (which really wasn't worth the $14). Overall, the whole day was kind of a dozy. Although, the donut gelato creations that my roommate and I got that night after dinner were pretty fantastic. Work has been getting emotionally harder as the weeks go by. I don't know if it's because the clients are getting more demanding or I just don't care anymore; either way, I generally don't look forward to going to work an...

Four more days; that's is all that is left of the year 2015. The date that Marty McFly and Doc went to in the future - October 21, 2015 - is now in the past. There are things that I didn't think would be done this year, but somehow, I made happen. Things like: exercising on a consistent basis and changing jobs when I thought I was sitting pretty comfortably for another two years.  (Google search) Exercise has become a integral part of my day. When I don't exercise, my body knows. When I do, though, I sleep better and I feel better about myself. Since moving in with Janae, I've been more mindful of what I put in my body and how much I exercise. She's a Beach Body coach, which means I have access to the 21 Day Fix workouts. Those are probably my favorite workouts. I took a few days off to battle a cold and when I started back with the upper fix, I strained my shoulder a bit. I tried playing doctor and self-diagnosed myself with a torn rotator cuff in my left ...

Remember when I used to update this blog more often than every 7 months? Yeah...me too. Every time I think I have something to say, I forget about to make any record of it. I'm pretty sure I Instagram more than I read any sort of blog. We live in a generation where if a blog doesn't have pictures or a vlog is too long or isn't interesting, then we move on to something else that feeds into our short attention spans. That's my problem anyway. I don't think my life is interesting enough to record. Sure, I have a paper journal; but even that has been neglected far longer than this poor blog. Anyhow, I'm updating from a different location than the previous few blogs. I moved to Sandy a couple months ago after True Path closed. I had a warehouse job folding t-shirts, but I really didn't want to stay there long term. Then, I found a job in South Salt Lake at Columbus Community Center. I work with adults with disabilities in a day program. I like my job in spite o...

Life had been slow the past couple months. You know: full time job with wonky hours that require you to sleep during daylight hours. I haven't had a life in T W O and a H A L F YEARS. Literally. All I've done is work or have done the work and school combo. I guess that 5 days I took off almost two years ago could count for something, but not really. Anyhow, almost three weeks ago, the residential treatment facility I was working for, closed. There weren't enough girls to keep the program going - in fact, we were LOSING money - so the company that ran this program gave all of us the boot. A few people were able to find jobs within the company at other programs. I was nearing the end of my rope and needed to be done so I could find greener pastures elsewhere.  At first, I was mad that they only gave us ten days to find jobs somewhere else. Then I was sad, then mad, then a weird combo of both. All at once, the five other stages of grief followed suit. I'm over it. M...

So...hey. I haven't been here in a while. Actually, I come to my blog every day; I either have a lot on my mind and have no way to make sense of it enough so it doesn't look like I just came to dump my ideas/nonsense/actual thoughts; or I really haven't been doing much. Most of the time it's the latter. Anyhow, 2014 has ended. It ended two weeks ago. Duh. Here's a quick recap of my 2014: January Got a hair cut. Ankle strengthening exercises. Work. Hospital bills. February Work. Paid off some hospital bills with tax refund. Bought expensive running shoes...and clothes with tax refund. More ankle strengthening exercises. Costco card! March Orthopedic surgeon bill. More ankle strengthening exercises. April My birthday. Walking around like a champ by now. May Beginning of my summer of 2 jobs. End of any limited free time. June Hardly any time off. Slowly paying off the ER bill that I forgot to pay off in February. Hear about supervisor po...

I was reading this article in the NY Times while procrastinating finishing the schedule for my employees (whoa...that makes me feel old...I have employees ...weird), and it really hit home. The article dives into the weird stage in your 30s where it's hard to make actual friends rather than situational friends. You know, the let's-grab-dinner, our-kids-are-the-same-age-so-lets-go-to-the-park-so-I-have-a-reason-to-not-slide-the-slide-for-the-millionth-time, game-night, Netflix-marathon-ing kind of friends. The people where we could call  maybe once a month to do whatever activity it is that you share interest in and do it together so you don't feel lonely. I mean, yeah, you have your people (like Meredith Grey and Cristina Yang's relationship) who would do anything for you, but you know, people get married, they move away and it's hard to actually get together because life is pulling you in a million different ways. You finally find yourself in your, "omg...w...

I've noticed the past few pictures that I've posted on my Instagram have been of the mountains surrounding the home I've made here in Utah. Every time I walk to work or am just taking a walk on river trail near my house, I can't help but be in awe of the beauty that surrounds me. It amazes me how big the sky is in the summer, how orange or pink the clouds are in the setting sun or how the sun rises over the mountains in the east. When I have time to think of the beauty that surrounds me, I can't help but think that this where I'm supposed to be. I never really put a lot of thought into whether or not where I've lived at the time; if it was where I was supposed to be. It was always just an adventure in being somewhere new. Lately though, I can't help but feel that Utah is where I need to be. I don't necessarily feel that I'll live here for the rest of my life, but for right now, it feels right. I'm the kind of person that is always looking i...