Ponderings and randomness, and a little dreaming

Well, I made up my mind about school. I WILL be returning, regardless of what naysayers might feel inclined to tell me about what they think. There are many ways for me to be successful in life and I plan to explore them. January is now the goal. I hate to keep moving it around, but I also haven't done a spring semester since 2009, which was right after Mom died. I feel like I can plan things out better that way instead of spontaneously rushing into things as I've always done, thus getting a lot more done in the process. Education has and always will be a priority, and there are still plenty of people who agree. Yes, it is taking a lot longer to get there than originally planned. Yes, it is expensive, and yes I do know what it will mean. I also know that I can now choose the amount of hours (classes) I plan to take, and that I would like to stick to 2 classes at a time for a while. My grades are good, but finances and not having seemingly overbearing loans are more important than challenging myself to the max.


Work is work. I go in and perform my job and its many duties until midnight if I happen to be scheduled and get home around 2 AM. Being the insomniac type, it's really not a big deal. The place I work at never closes except on Christmas Day, and I love the fact that I can get some breakfast after clocking out, and because I'm reading again, I can dig the book out of my purse and dive into the storyline while chilling out in the lobby. Right now, I'm on chapter 11 of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens. I kind of feel sorry for Pip, to be honest. His sister doesn't deserve him, as mean as she is, but Pip and her husband have such a beautiful friendship. I like to think of him as a father figure to Pip.

Something has happened within me lately that just, how to put this, makes me feel as though I truly am getting older and that more needs to get done. I have started making a point to go to Bible study again, and to really do more in children's church. Not that I wasn't doing more in the latter before, but the thought occured to me that one day I will hopefully be making a living out of what the leader of the group does. I know the way my brain works better that anyone else, so if a good habit or two is to be formed, it has to start as early as possible. Dr. Gross mentioned back in February that not a lot of individuals with Asperger's know to take that kind of initiative, but I know that no one else will do it for me.  Looking back over time, it's a lot of the same reason I took all of those home ec. and personal development classes in high school. Sometimes you just need to take charge and help yourself.

I have been watching a lot of videos lately concerning adoption, namely those involving girls from China. I have decided adopting is something I would like to do in the future, whether I actually go to China to get my baby or elsewhere, such as here. These dreams involving picking up my new baby happen often, and while the child is not biological, every time I am handed the baby, I instantly start mothering him or her, as if the baby has been there all along. This isn't to say the idea of having a biological child has been shunned completely, but adoption just feels like something I am meant to do. There are so many children who have already been brought into this world who don't have homes or someone to love them unconditionally, and it makes my heart ache. It really does, and also thoughts like that remind me that I was one of the lucky ones.


When Love Takes You In by Steven Curtis Chapman