Chazown

I love plans. Almost to an unhealthy level.. but just before where it might become a problem. With Mr.DeLovely being in the Army, it's hard to plan much of anything-even vacations or what I'll do on any given night-it all depends on what his unit comes up with for the day/night/week/year.

That said, I need a plan in my life-I need goals. Searching for work (unsuccessfully) for so long makes me feel like an abject failure-I know that's not the case by far, but it's true for me. I don't feel like ME without some direction-some schooling-something on the horizon. and as far as job searching is concerned.... it's hard to have a plan when you never know if something will come up.


So thanks to my bestie, I found and went through the Chazown experience.

"Everyone ends up somewhere, but few end up somewhere on purpose" -CG

I listed past experiences that shaped me, defined personal values, and took a test to determine my spiritual gifts. From there, I wrote a personal vision statement, determined which 'spokes' of my life needed the most work, and set goals.

Curious as to what I came up with?

Values:
Authenticity
Compassion
Encouragement
Family
Growth
Relationships
Commitment

Spiritual Gifts:
Wisdom
Discernment
Encouragement
Service
Guidance

Personal Statement:
I am here to guide and help people grow into  the best version of themselves possible.

Spokes Needing work: Finances and Work

Goals:
Maintain workout routine(5x a week!) and healthy eating plan
Read the bible (and pray over it) daily
Define financial success for me-and then develop a plan to achieve it.
Have (X) amount in the savings account by May
Research Personal training and nutrition programs.
Apply to said programs, become certified in all desired areas by this time next year.

Yep, it's back to 'school' for me. :) I'm excited to start on this new journey! And very thankful Craig Groeschel, my bestie, Mr. DeLovely, and others for spurring me on to be the best me. <3


xoxo,

Apologies

I'm in a slump. I think that's the non-religious term for it.


My term is a spiritual drought. And believe me, I am there.

I remember my lsat one. It was some time during the soul-sucking year of Heather. (A CP I served under who made every member of the board's life hell. Even the CA.) My parents and I went to church, and wouldn't you know it-we talked about dry spells.  After the service, my Daddy and I talked while Mom was running around being super-staff member. And he asked when my last drought was. I told him I was in one. He looked at me misty-eyed and said "I knew it."

My daddy doesn't cry for little things guys. I remember 2 times he's cried-telling me his Mom passed, and at my wedding.  Misty-eyed and worried for me...I'm tearing up thinking about it. I love my dad. I need to be near my parents again--they're the ultimate cheerleaders for me, and usually my jump-off points for my next projects that keep me busy, keep me feeling like me.

Thankfully, I'll be seeing them in less than a month for Thanksgiving.  I'll also be seeing this precious girl:

Meet my niece-Madeline. AKA: Maddy, Maddy the Crabby, Maddy the Baddy, Maddy the Saddy, et al.

I'm back. Writing will help me. Up next, Purple Velvet.

xoxo,