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30 Things, 4 Years Later: Day 24

30 Things to Accomplish in my 30s:
#24. Buy a camera. I loved my old one to death.

I did.

Within a couple of months after writing this goal, I purchased a newer version of the camera I’d loved to death.

It wasn’t the same.

I’ve taken some pictures with it and they haven’t turned out anything like the ones from the old camera. And it doesn’t work like the old one either.

I would love, love, love to get a digital SLR camera. I love art and music and crafting and all that good stuff, but my favorite creative outlet is photography. Bright eyed babies, frisky puppies, sunsets — I love capturing beauty.

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Posted by on May 14, 2016 in 30 Things


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30 Things, 4 Years Later: Day 23

30 Things to Accomplish in my 30s:
#23. Learn to draw. (I’ve wanted to do this for like…. forever.)

I’m a more or less creative person, but I’ve never had any instruction on how to draw.

Fortunately, part of my job involves sitting in on a Kindergarten class.

Art isn’t nearly as intimidating when the artists around you are 6 year olds.

Here is a sample of something I drew several weeks ago….


The gist of that one is that if I could plant something and have more of it grow, I’d pick love — right after I sowed some love and grew some love.

I’m decent when it comes to lettering….


A couple of summers ago, I went to a class that taught how to do several styles of lettering. It was a really neat experience and I’ve really enjoyed doodling phrases or words since then. I really should take some more classes, huh? It would be super fun!

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Posted by on May 13, 2016 in 30 Things


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130 Pounds Squished in a Box

I just finished reading this book:


It’s about a girl who was put into a mental hospital because she was built like a boy, she liked “boy stuff” and she wasn’t into girlie things.

This is an excellent book, but it did make me question whether I really want to be a counselor for kids.

Because kids who need counselors…. they know stuff.

It’s just a little intimidating!!

I got to the last chapter and she was talking about who she is now and the things that she’s done.

This gave me goosebumps:


I get that.

130 pounds squished into a box. No individuality. No one sees who and what you are. 130 pounds squished into a box is so easy and so convenient to shove into a corner and forget about.

I think we forget that the moving, breathing, talking things in front of us are people. People with value. People with gifts. Talents. Emotions. Pain. Experience. We get so caught up in our own little world that we miss the subtle ways they cry out for help.

We miss so much. Partly because we’re too busy to look. Partly because we want to see what we want to see. Partly because we have an agenda — a diagnosis to apply, a treatment plan to write up, assessments of whether the treatment plan is working.

It’s heartbreaking how the psychiatrists had this broken child in front of them and they completely missed it. She was falling apart on the inside because of abuse she’d suffered and all they saw was that she didn’t want to wear a dress.

When I’m a counselor…. I hope I can address the real issues more often than not. I hope no child ever leaves my care without feeling like who they are is amazing and they are capable of doing great things.

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Posted by on May 2, 2016 in Profundities


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