What you feed will grow. Where are you spending your time, energy, money and thoughts?

I’m on what seems like such a set in stone schedule. It’s easy to get in a rut and stop growing. I’m challenging myself to look at my life and see where I can push myself to do more for others and spend more time with God.

It is never a convenient time to start something new or add another thing to our life but if I don’t start now, I probably never will.

I read a book in college for my marketing class called ‘The Dip’ tagline: when to stick and when to quit. It was all about quitting things that hinder you from doing better things. Quitting is often viewed with a negative connotation that you’re not tough enough to handle it and giving up is the easy way out. “what doesn’t kill you, will make you stronger” When in fact, quitting is often the best thing you could do for yourself… Quitting a toxic relationship, giving up a destructive habit, leaving a dead-end job. Quitting involves realizing your time, effort and energy is more valuable and may be better utilized in another channel. There are times when you’re just about to overcome “the dip” and get past the uphill battle and should stick with it. The book draws great distinctions between these two.

Anyways, all that to say it’s important to look at where you are spending time/energy/money/thoughts and evaluate if that is the best/ most productive thing you could be doing. Quit the things that aren’t, and stick with the ones that are.

What you feed, will grow. What are you feeding?


The labor of love

Ohhh moving.

This weekend was my last trek down the 405 [for a while]. Dawson had training all day fri-sun, so I had some me/napping/shopping time. San Diego has some great shopping.

I also did some packing. Maybe it’s just that he has a lot less misc items, but it was 42768492 times easier to pack his stuff up than mine.

Ha, but I’ve decided that deflating a queen size air mattress by yourself is pretty high on the list of awkward things I’ve done. [oh and its not one of the small floor ones, it’s like triple high] You’re spreading your limbs in a million directions and balancing your weight..Trying not to fall, a lot like twister. And still getting swallowed by the sticky plastic. I don’t recommend this task to people with claustrophobia [mom].

The air mattress task probably added to the soreness. I feel like after moving you’re sore in muscles you didn’t even realize you had. Nothing a warm shower can’t fix.

So, now Dawson lives in Ventura and it’s wonderful. God is always blessing us, opening doors and providing what we never thought possible.

Look for opportunities to serve, pray for others, be kind to each other.

The wheels on the bus

So I take the bus to work everyday now. It’s an intercounty bus, which essentially means it’s huge, very tall with cushy seats.

Pros: I now spend approx $55 commuting instead of the previous $250 + oil changes once a month.

Cons: there are some interesting.. Characters I guess you could say. Nonetheless most of them are quite entertaining and are probably a large part of my inspiration for blogging.

I get about two hours of uninterrupted people watching. And so the story begins. Let me introduce you to some of the ‘regulars’.

I think my favorite and focus for today will be who I refer to as the super snorer. This elderly gentleman gets on at the second stop everyday. He’s got his apple earbuds in before he boards as to not be bothered with the morning chatter of the riders. I’m extremely intrigued by what he’s listening to.. For the simple fact that he is asleep before we even reach the freeway, which is less than a 5 min ride. Whatever he’s got going on in those buds puts him to sleep faster than any baby I’ve rocked to sleep. Magical I say. You may be wondering how I know he’s actually asleep and not just resting his eyes/relaxing. Well, if the occasional jarring head drops weren’t a clue, the snoring unquestionably answers the question. In short you could measure this man’s snores on a richter scale.. His chair shakes, and often the one next to him. I’m on high alert that at any point he’s going to choke.. On something and stop breathing. Hopefully if that happens, staff from the medical plaza will be aboard. Ha.. Oh and last week, his phone was sitting in his lap RINGING, like the old fashion telephone ring. It had to be on the highest volume because every single person started looking around with that peeved “what-the-heck-someone-answer-that” look. Super snorer- dead asleep. Not even the slightest notice that he was the one interrupting the quiet morning ride.

Magical- I want whatever’s in those earbuds.