My brain is going to explode. For so long, I guess since the kids left home, my calendar has been blissfully quiet and slow –just the way my introverted, home-body soul likes it. But I have some new irons in the fire these days. These are lovely irons to which God has directed me, but…
Google calendar groaned just now, as I hit add, add, add. My life has been hard work this summer but fairly simple, and now it’s not. Now there is school, which comes with rapid-fire meetings, retreats, luncheons, and to-do lists. And we’re making a quick run to Wyoming for my mom’s retirement party. Then AWANA…
I painted for nine hours on Monday –Sherwin-Williams’ Cloverdale gray. The Lord gifted me with a cool, overcast day in the middle of August, and I wasn’t about to waste it. In mid afternoon, after about six hours of painting, two neighbor ladies passed by the house on their walk. “Hey, that looks like fun!”…
Grandma occasionally went to the newspaper office and asked for scrap paper end pieces. In the days before sticky notes, this was the paper she used to make grocery lists and to leave notes on the door, for campers in the camper court, that promised when she would be returning to her office (a.k.a., kitchen)….
I sat down at the computer last week and wrote the very exciting email to you, that my third book just hit the presses. Woohoo! Except I wanted to insert an image of the book into the email and soon hit a brick wall of ignorance. The image was on my Google drive and I…
If you want to see me, Christy Fitzwater, in the place where I feel most comfortable in my own skin, most joyful, and most authentic, then you’re going to have to sit in on my Wednesday night class when I teach children the Bible. I’ve been trying to dissect why that half an hour with…
My principal set the page filled with student comments in front of me, and we walked through them together. Students had taken an anonymous survey about teachers, and at the end they were able to write freely any comments or criticisms they had about each teacher. There were some pretty nice comments on my sheet,…
It had to happen. Our school is busting at the seams, and I’m just a part-time teacher who more easily can be inconvenienced for a few hours of my day. So it’s back to the tiny room, in which I’ve taught for four of my six years. This room is the size of a nursing…
“Do you hear that?” he asked. But I was in full stress mode, as a teacher coming back after taking three vacation days. The stack of papers to be graded was growing Everest size in my imagination, and I wondered what the subs had done versus the instructions I had left. So I wasn’t really…
“You’re taxes are done,” she said over the phone. Cue fight-or-flight reaction. I was terrified about our taxes this year (as opposed to just being afraid the other years.) Our circumstances had changed drastically, in addition to the new tax law changes. We had made adjustments to our quarterly tax payments, but in my wildest…
It was the fall of 1983, when computers were still a twinkle in their mother’s eye. I was a freshman sitting in typing class, and it was my first experience putting my fingers on what we now call a keyboard. Every day we did drills: left fourth finger up to the W. Right fourth finger…
Sometimes I think I should rename my website, “Anxiety Girl.” Here I am again today, with my latest installment about worrying and what has been helping me overcome this lately. Let’s start with the worries and how real they are: Money and old cars and old houses and old bodies. Grown kids. Kids needing jobs….
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