Sittin' Here and Counting Sheep

Not Enough Sheep!!!!

It is 1AM and I am wide awake.  There aren't enough sheep to count to get me to sleep.  To say that I am exhausted is perhaps the biggest understatement there is for it has been a busy week that will not come to end until a week from tomorrow.  Actually, a week from today.


Our annual Christian Leadership Institute begins this week and although I love working with the teens, the preparation is E-X-H-A-U-S-T-I-N-G! So you would think I would be able to roll over and get to sleep.  Instead, I keep running through all the things still left to do and wonder how in God's name I'm going to get it done.  All the tasks in my brain keep colliding with the sheep I'm trying to count.  Apparently, they work better than an electric fence.  *Sigh* It will just be a long day tomorrow.  


I wish I had more to write, but most of it would probably be work related anyway.  And well, since that what is keeping me awake, I doubt that would be a good idea.  


Guess I should just find a way to get to sleep.  

To Write or Not to Write

It's been a week since my last post.  Sometimes I will feel like writing everyday and other days, I just feel like people don't want to hear what I have to say and still others I just don't feel like sharing.  But lately, I have had many words, sentences, strings of thoughts swirling in my head...the only problem is where to begin.

Do I write the story idea (or two or three) that seem to be eating away at a little corner of my brain?

Do I comment on the latest elected official and his sex scandal?  I mean really!  Is it so hard to stay faithful?  Just want to point out that it's only the elected men who feel the need to step outside of the marriage and if there are female elected adulterers, well, they are smart enough to not post their pictures on the WORLD wide web!  Idiots.

Do I stop writing this blog and actually write my monthly article that is due to my editor on Friday?  Better check the archives to see what I've already written so I don't plagiarize myself.

Do I vent my frustration regarding the state of the economy, the lack of jobs, the virtual hopelessness of it all?

What do I write and what do I keep to myself?  It's funny because I used to tell my students when in doubt, write what you know.  Whether it's fiction, non-fiction or just wanting to get something down on the page.  Perhaps when I have a few moments of quiet, I'll get back to that Untitled Novel that is sitting on my hard drive.  But I will probably write my 600-700 word article instead.

Then again, it's not due until Friday so I probably won't work on it until tomorrow.  Plenty of time.

The Long and Winding Road...

As I write this post, I am sitting at a regional meeting of New England Diocesan Directors of Religious Education (NECDDRE).  But this post is not about the meeting itself.  When I arrived at the retreat center, I randomly selected my room from the board in the main hall.  For once, we didn't have assigned rooms.  So being the first to arrive (there is an advantage to being early) I opted for a room on the 3rd floor.  

The Road to Emmaus

Why the 3rd floor do you ask?  Well, in theory one would think that since I'm one of the youngest members of this group that I opted to let the "veterans" have the rooms on the 1st and 2nd floor.  Which, I will admit, is only partially true.  The real reason is that the room was one of the few with a private bathroom (woo hoo).  When I lugged all my stuff up to my room, I laughed at the painting hanging above my bed.  It is the same one that hangs in my apartment.  

It reflects my favorite Gospel story "The Road to Emmaus" found in Luke 24.  This passage and image are near and dear to my heart for many reasons.  But my favorite line from the entire passage is Luke 24:32 "Were not our hearts burning within us while he spoke to us on the way and opened the scriptures to us?"  To me, this line speaks to how all Christians should relate to Jesus.  We should speak about him with a burning desire and passion to spread the Good News and share his love with us.  For some, myself included, my journey of faith was/is a long and winding one.  But that's a story for another post.  Where I am right now in my faith and love of Jesus is something that 10 years ago I could never fathom.  

Has my faith journey been all hearts, flowers and rainbows?  Of course not.  My family and I have are crosses to bear (although I'm not going to lie, anytime God wants to lift some of that weight of the cross would be A-OK with me!!!!!)...but that's part of our faith journey.  My faith lies in those little moments of grace where I can clearly see Jesus.  It's in the little joys we share with my step-dad as he recovers.  

The road of faith is long and winding and never-ending until we reach the ultimate destination - eternal life with Him!

A Chillaxin' Weekend...

Well, it was a fairly relaxing weekend. Chilled with the family and my boyfriend and appreciated just being together. Were there more productive things I could have been doing? Of course (you should see the stack of laundry spilling out of my closet to be done!) but as my family and I know all to well, life is too short and unexpected crap happens. They force us to realize what's truly important - family, friends and loved ones. They are the be all and end all. Nothing and no one else compares.

Actually, I take that back. God and faith compares. I attended Mass yesterday at my parish (which I love) and the sang one of my favorite songs "Here I Am" written and composed by Tom Booth. I had the pleasure of working with Tom a few years ago when he was a speaker for some of our youth events. But there's something that touches you to the core when you listen to it. I couldn't find a video of Tom singing it but I managed to find the audio. You can listen to it by clicking on the link below and then click "Listen Now." I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

Here I Am

A Hard Day's Night...

So what do you do after a long day, or rather a long week?  Sit with the family for Friday night pizza and movies.  Granted, when this family tradition first started, I was three weeks old and sitting in my baby chair in the middle of the kitchen table while my great-grandmother, grandparents and mother broke off a tiny piece of Me & Ed's linguica pizza.  From that day on, a tradition was born.

Friday night pizza and movies continues to this day thirty-yadda-yadda-yadda years later.  Tonight, instead of having pizza delivered, we opted for Freschetta pizza.  And although the days of running down to the video store are long gone thanks to On Demand and Red Box, we still "rent" movies.  On the playbill tonight Gnomeo and Juliet, one of my new favorite animated movies (considering it's not a Disney flick and I am a HUGE Disney freak...although it did pay homage to one of my favorite attractions at Walt Disney World - The Tiki Room!) and The Rite which is based on the story of Fr. Gary Thomas and his experience as an exorcist.  Both films were good for very different reasons.  Yet both are rooted in hope...in G&J the hope that true love will overcome the hate between two families while The Rite focuses on the hope and belief that love of God and Jesus can triumph over sin and the devil himself.

Well, that's enough commentary for now.

Can't believe this...

I had started a blog for my job a few months back but managed to avoid developing a personal blog.  That is until today.  After my sister and then my mom created their own blogs, I thought what the hell...if you can't beat 'em join 'em.


So I joined 'em.  Heaven help us all...this could prove to be either interesting or dangerous.  I haven't decided which one yet.