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Let's talk about learning disabilities.
Internet searches are not telling me what the first step is if I suspect my child might have a learning disability. The poor guy has such a hard time at school. He's learning, but it's so painful for him to do so and he's so miserable. Should I just take him to his regular doctor first? I have an appointment set up for him, but I'm not sure that he won't just give my kid a bunch of pills.
Coming out of limbo.
I'm sitting, staring at my computer screen with which my web browser has somehow landed me on the info page for an MFA in Creative Writing. My husband is sitting next to me going "do it! Do it!"
Do. It?
I have missed the deadline. I haven't taken the GRE. I mosey over to the undergrad page.
I can still have that internship I was looking at previously if I get a second bachelor's, this time with creative writing. I can have that internship at New Letters, and there are other internships like the Kansas City Star. All of these are available to upper-level undergrads.
I'm in limbo.
Okay, I need some help.
Ever since I graduated a year ago, I've been in this kind of limbo. I'm not doing anything with my life, at least not directly. I teach adult ed. part time in the evenings, but that's only supposed to be until I find something better. I'm writing more, but that's not really turning into a career at the moment. I'm a mom, but I'm a mom regardless of what I do. It's like saying I'm a person, or I'm a woman.
And it's been a WHOLE YEAR!
A What Would You Do kinda post.
I have posted about this particular friend before. I've known her for years. I've been her friend for years, but she rarely returns the friendship. I have recently realized that I'm her friend, but she's not mine.
I'm a featured blogger!
This is my second week as a featured blogger on a local mom's website, sponsored by the Kansas City Star. I'm pretty honored. No, they don't pay me to write. It doesn't matter. I'm writing, people are reading, and it seems like they even like me! I realize that posting the link here will break my anonymity, but I can't help myself.
http://www.mom2momkc.com/index.php?a=profile&t=blog&u=1075
Motivation is something that is hard to come by.
I was gonna try this freelance writer thing. I have a work schedule, even, because I'm really not a self starter. I'm supposed to journal in the mornings. I'm just going to start counting this place and that other mom site as journaling. That's basically what I'm doing here. Then, I'm supposed to look for magazines to submit articles too. I am supposed to be building a blog to showcase my writing, also. Then, there's an hour or so to work on the novel.
I'm not doing those things.
Dreeeeams....
If you had a best friend who you told all your dreams to because she was great at interpreting them, but then one night you had a sex dream about said friend, would you tell her? Would you tell anyone? Well, I'll tell you guys lol!
I need help with a title, and an UPDATE.
Hubby ain't so bad. I'm still not in love with him, but I really do love him. I guess I'd say I'm fond of him? I dunno. He's being really supportive right now. I cried because I've been looking for a full time job for months and no one is so much as giving me an interview. He told me I was a great writer and if I wanted to give up the job search and just start writing, then I should. So I am.
Part of that is going to be journaling every day. Another part will be keeping a blog every week.
Doing some deep thinking.
Before my husband and I were married and we were in our shackin' up phase, I broke up with him. I broke up with him for the weirdest reason: I missed being single. I loved my single life! I have to say, I even loved being a single mom. It was so empowering, being the sole owner of my lifestyle. I made all of my decisions, parenting or otherwise. All the stuff in my apartment was mine. I could make messes and not clean them up, but still know where all my shit was because it was MY mess. I broke up with him, and he cried. He didn't understand.
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