How old are you?

What is one question you hate to be asked? Explain.

Really, my age is no one’s business but my own. Would knowing my age make you like me better? If I am older than you and look great, you envy me, which turns to hatred because of all the gossip you spread. If I am younger than you, there is still gossip. There is no comparison between us.

Society is fixated on numbers on how old someone is.

For example: A man is in a car accident, and the news report says a thirty year old man is injured. What is the point? Does the accident get more value as his age goes up or down?

I hate ageism. Everyone must be put in a category and labeled. Once we are labeled, we are given a character we have to live up to or down to. We must gather all those in our same category and be the same. There is no mixing. There is no change. There is nothing unique.

I am not ashamed of my age, I just would like some privacy.

Can that be respected?

Don’t dwell on the negative

How has a failure, or apparent failure, set you up for later success?

It hurts at the beginning when I fail. I get upset. I get angry with myself and with others connected to the problem. Suspicion runs high. I feel the need to talk it out to maybe even justify my actions.

Then I take a step back and realise this can work for me if I see it in a new light.

It is a setback, but it can in the future be a setup for my good if I learn from it.

It does not define me. I am not a failure, but I am human, and things happen.

I didn’t see it coming

You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?

Life throws curve balls. I do not understand why things happen, and I don’t know my future, but my times are in the hands of the Lord.

I need to trust Him. Everything will work out for my good and His glory.

My cell. My watch. My Bible

What are three objects you couldn’t live without?

I feel lost without my cell. It is my go-to for quick information. I can use it easily on the go, and I like to stay connected.

My watch is a Fitbit. I keep track of my health as best as I can. My favorite feature is the sleep monitor. It is good but depressing to see how little sleep I get daily. The step counter keeps an eye on my activity level.

My Bible is my connection to my Lord. It is by far the most important thing I like to pack, especially when I travel. But I like my cell because I can download the Bible in my fav version and read it on the go.

Technology is so cool.

The death of my parents

What experiences in life helped you grow the most?

I know it sounds harsh, but for my experience and over time, I come to realise their passing, although sad, helped to bring me into a closer relationship with God.

They lived great lives and died of natural causes. If they died tragically, I don’t think I could write this.

I remember Mom, after a hard day at work, fall on her knees at her bedside, giving the Lord thanks for seeing her through the day. Forever , she was grateful to the Lord.

Dad would be up all night sitting in his rocking chair with his glasses perched on his nose, pouring over the scriptures, learning more about the Lord. Always enjoying the Lord and His word.

I saw this throughout my life and never really paid much attention, but now as I grow older I think back. They were my go-to sources for advice, but now they are gone I rely on the Lord. I am forging a relationship with my Lord like they did.

If they were still here, I would be leaning on them not on the Lord.

I love them and miss them like no one’s business, but I am forever grateful for the lessons they taught me and their fine examples of life.

Yes and No but Yes

Do you believe in fate/destiny?

I believe everyone has a purpose to fulfill. We do not have control of our destiny. We can manipulate some events or circumstances thinking we are in control, but  the end results will remain the same.

The old story about a guy who tried to run away from death. He went to the ends of the earth but in the end, death still met him there.

My God is in control of my life. I try to do things that are right. I try to please Him and live right before Him. Some things may not work out the way I plan. My plan is not right. Then the Lord steps in, and I receive my desire but not in the way I designed.

His ways are not my ways.

I am learning that all things work out for good to those who love the Lord.

My Mom always said, “Whatever is for you, you will have.”

For The most part

Do you enjoy your job?

I don’t know if any job is perfect. My  job is great. I do a variety of tasks. People come in with real problems, and I try to fix them. Figuring things out can be challenging, but then finding the solution is the best.

However, when the solution does not fit the client’s expectations, I become the bad guy, and they call me incompetent and storm off. Bad news isn’t good news. 

Nevertheless, I like my job. I help a lot of people, and some are grateful while others are not. I cannot win them all. 

Also, making a job a great job can be who you work with and who you work for.

Teenage days

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to.

I loved being a teenager. I had no worries about, well anything but to wear on Sunday morning, when the entire family dressed up for church.

I loved weekends with my parents and sisters.

I loved exploring at the local library for the latest Phyllis A. Whitney romantic suspense i. The summer.I am such a book Nerd.

I was happy.

I am still happy taking one day at a time and counting my blessings.

My life does not come without challenges at work or in my health, but I give thanks to the Lord daily for what I have.

Twins

If you could be someone else for a day, who would you be, and why?

I do not envy another person’s life. I like me and how I live but…

I would love a twin. A perfect twin to be me for a day.

She could go to work and do my work. Meet with clients while I stay home and relax.

I love that. ❤️

I built a raised planter

Describe the most ambitious DIY project you’ve ever taken on.

I like gardening sometimes. OK, I like it most of the time. Mom used to do all the planting. Everything she put her hands to grew in abundance and with great beauty.

My sister and I took over. She works on the front, and I work on the back. I think I got the short end of the stick.

Mom would  bend and pull and bend and work the earth. How that little lady did it, i have no clue. My back would ache after a long day in the garden, which isn’t that much to do. The backyard isn’t big, but It is hard work . I decided to build a raised bed so I don’t get to bend too much.

Looked online and found a site that was easy to do. I went to local hardware store and had them cut the cedar planks. Then, I mapped the design, which is so simple. Tools were challenging cause I have no idea what Dad had. He bought some stuff but never used them. We would keep them in the house for the local handy man to use. Dad was born wearing a suit and tie. I say that with great respect.

I went back to the local hardware store and got what I needed.

It took me most of the morning , but I did it.

It was satisfying.

The dog loved jumping in and out of the bed while I filled with soil.

Would I do it again?

No.

I liked it but not that much.