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All posts in July, 2016

Part 44, July 5, 2016

The latter part of my life had moving less frequent, but longer distances and more inner turmoil.

We moved out of the home we built when we lost it because we’d used it as collateral on buying a dry cleaning & laundromat business that wound up having the road on both sides torn up for significant portions of the next 2 summers. We moved back in with his mom, who’d bought his/our house, and we continued to run the diaper service I’d started, turning the garage into our laundry area. I started college, too, for the first time at age 25. I figured I’d flunk out pretty quickly and was shocked when I was invited to transfer to the honors program instead!

When the house was foreclosed on due to somehow someone not realizing that there was a balloon payment due and taking care of that, we had to close the diaper service and move into an apartment. We moved to a different apartment a year later, and wound up splitting up a few months later & I rented a room in a friend’s house, then moved into an apartment about 6 months later. For a couple of months, I lived in a camper on the back of a pickup truck with a man friend for a couple of months, then a month or so in a house with other friends before I left for Army basic training. I turned 29 while I was there, then was assigned to serve in Panama for the remainder of my 3 years of service.

Part 43, July 3, 2016

Mom moved from Alaska to Minnesota while I was in utero. We moved before I was 2 years old, moved a month or so before I finished kindergarten, moved a month after I started 3rd grade and again a month into 4th grade (the closest elementary school didn’t have room for me, so I went there for 3 days before being transferred to one across town, riding a school bus from and to the original new school). We moved during the summer before 5th grade, and in the middle of summer school before 7th grade–then again with a month or so left of 7th grade. We actually stayed in the same place until the summer before 12th grade, at which point I moved away from home when my family moved somewhere else, so I could graduate with my class in the same school.

I moved 2 days before my high school graduation, into my own apartment–I was still 17 years old at that point. A year & ½ later, I moved to another town to live with some friends and their families. About 6 months later, I moved into my own little 10 x 55 mobile home & let my mom stay with me for a while, and about 4 months later into the house that my new husband owned. After about a year & ½, we moved into the home that I designed and we had built by contractors, though we did all the finishing work.

That brings us to about age 21-22. LOTS of moving around in my early years, and the one thing I longed for was stability.

Part 42, July 2, 2016

One piece of the impetus for this book was a couple of people saying that I should write a book about my life. They apparently thought the bits & pieces I told them were interesting enough to share. And my life HAS been a journey of discovery, coming to learn that I AM Love wrapped up in a body, as I so yearned to become for so long–and so are you, dear reader!

But what has brought me to this place in my life? I’m not going to say that it’s been smooth sailing all the way. That would be patently false. I’m not going to say that it’s been more difficult and tumultuous than many others, either. I’ve experienced change, a LOT more than it seems most folks do, and learned to get through it with some measure of grace … I hope … and maybe that’s what  folks find so interesting. I honestly don’t know. I will share what God prompts me to share along the way, that it may prove helpful for others on their own journeys.

Part 41, July 1, 2016

Just a reminder of what all these posts are about: http://anotherchanceacres.com/love-wrapped-up-in-a-body/

Facebook shot me a memory of my own blog post from 3 years ago, and I think that it belongs here:

Traditionally, they say that an optimist sees a glass as half full and that a pessimist sees it as half empty. What about the realist? Well, you can find lots of memes about that online these days. I don’t know what label I’d wear, if there even is one. I see the glass completely full! It’s half full of present reality, and half full of potential! Does that make me a super-optimist? A dreamer? An utopian philosopher? I imagine that the labels stuck on me by others could make me look like an old-time steamer trunk that’s been around the world … but as far as I’m concerned, the labels can all fall off. Labels are for those who choose to stop thinking once the category is chosen and the label has been applied.

You see, my darling husband and I were having a conversation, and it got a bit heated due to our differing viewpoints. We’ve batted around the idea of looking for a younger couple to join us on the farm as working partners in an LLC, as our previous partnership plans may not come to fruition. I was honestly shocked at the controversy we wound up in–we simply don’t argue much at all. When we disagree, we can normally talk it out and come to a mutually satisfying resolution. Not this time. Not at all! Yet.

I believe quite strongly that people tend to behave as we expect them to behave; that most people will live up or down to our basic opinion of who they are; that we shape our world by not only our physical actions, but equally by our invisible mental and spiritual actions. He believes that people are generally selfish and lazy, and will give no more than is absolutely required of them in any given situation. This puts us in quite the quandary. He says that I’m trying to live in an utopian universe that doesn’t exist and am looking for disastrous disappointment. It seems to me that he’s planning for failure and since that’s his plan, he’ll be rewarded by being right. Quite the pair we are, huh?

I believe that love powers and empowers all that is. I believe that our cooperation in and with love makes a difference. I believe that my honey is just feeling frustrated right now and will come around. After all, he’s the most loving man I’ve ever known! Waiting is hard, especially for a man of action, and waiting is really all we can do right now. Thank you for sharing the wait with us.

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