I have had some great time with my son, one-on-one, and that is great, but I do miss having her smile around the house and her voice close by when I come in from work.

I don’t think I’ll ever get used to these types of visits. I hope they don’t happen often. Is it bad for me to hope that?

Mine was yesterday. It started late Wednesday night when I drove through a parking lot and got a bolt in my tire. This is a tire I have already had patched twice so I was reduced to the realization that I was going to have to replace it. Not only that, I was going to have to buy two tires since it’s best to replace them at the same time and I had already gotten a set for the back.

Then, after changing it (with help from an awesome friend) and driving with a “donut” tire I looked at the time and had to plan to get it all done the next day.

Thursday, I had some meeting notes to bring in early and needed to set up for an important discussion. I left the house early and had another important appointment set for 1pm. I woke up after weeks of fighting Bronchitis and felt a horrible pain in my right lung when I would breathe or cough.

I ended up showing up to work and the pain was unbearable so I left early and headed to the ER. They confirmed I had pleurisy and bronchitis and needed another round of medication to beat it.

I left, late for my 1pm appointment (four hours in the ER is never fun) and went there to reset the appointment. I was informed it was actually for Wednesday, not Thursday, so I had missed it by a day and didn’t even know it!

Now, I’ve become a highly organized individual with all my working through personalities and trying to coordinate. This left me with a bit of a “crazy” feeling but I told myself that even singletons miss appointments. If it became a habit or a loss of time problem, I would further evaluate it. But, for now, I think it was an honest mistake. (My mother even thought the appointment was set for Thursday!)

Additionally, I got a call from the Cruise lines stating my last payment was due. I had agreed to pay in two weeks, the final payment, and they were saying it had to be done by this week. Luckily, after I broke down and stressed out, I calmed down and was able to send an email and clarify that my original arrangements were correct and they had sent the email in error. WHEW!

All in all it was a hugely stressful day that ended up okay as soon as I walked in the door to greet my children. There was a peace about it, as I entered the house, and we spent a few hours just hanging out and being us.

I really enjoyed it. I don’t want to have to have a horrible everything goes wrong day to realize that my children and my home is where my heart is…

Don’t forget the little things! They are probably bigger than you realize.

I’m totally addicted to my netbook.  If you haven’t seen one yet, you will.  Netbooks (like my Acer Aspire ONE) are smaller computers (smaller than laptops) with a little less power.  They have come a LONG way from the old boxy laptops that you had to get a special carrying case for…now I just slide my system into my purse and carry it to work each day.  Then, after work, I head home with my netbook back in my purse.  It’s light and super-portable.  I’m really thankful when I started working here a friend showed me hers and I was instantly intrigued.

Now, I walk around stores and when I see one on the shelf I stop and look to compare stats.  If it’s like mine and I see someone interested in it, I’m like a super-salesperson, giving them stats and telling them how I use mine.  It’s horrible!  But, all the same, I’ve had a few tell me thank you and they purchase one based on my experience.  That’s always a good feeling.

That’s why, when I write about gadgets and new technology either here on my blog or on my other gadget review blogs, I tend to get excited about sharing things and introducing how I use them in my life.  I have always felt “working knowledge” was powerful.  I really see evidence of that now, with social media being such a huge way of communicating.

PPP v4.0 is looking fantastic, thus far, and I was very comfortably introduced to it with an offer to write. I have talked before about how PPP and other sites give me super fun prompts and allow me to think up new/fun things to write to my readers.

If you like the idea of getting paid to blog, then PPP is a nice place to visit, and with their new updated site, you’ll find a user-friendly area to begin browsing. It is easy to find open opportunities for your blog, list new blogs, accept/decline offers, and “cash out” when your balance reaches a certain amount.

The links that they request for opportunities are easily found and utilized with a little cut/paste effort.

I haven’t done a PPP post in some time, so this update is being seen through rather ‘new’ eyes. I’m excited to say I hope to work with PPP more in the coming months, as they truly helped me keep my blog active not only with personal stories and opinions that had to do with opportunities, but also after writing for them I typically would get ideas for my own postings.

I love sharing with others so I wanted to definitely share PPP v4.0 with you, sponsored post or not!

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I can write better than I can speak.  Writing allows me to think a moment, re-read, reflect.  It has been a helpful healer during my daily journey with MPD.

I always was a writer.  I have poetry from elementary school days that won awards.  I can remember writing notes to friends that were pages and pages long.  We would doodle on the edges when we ran out of things to say.

I now find it hard to keep my mind focused on journaling.  My biggest issue is the lack of control that’s had when you journal private thoughts.  I repeat “what if someone reads this” and it’s not only the secret diary thoughts as a kid that I remember “I have a crush on so-and-so, don’t tell, Diary!” but also the thought that if I die, that’s all that they would have left of me.  My words.

This puts a ton of pressure on me and I just can’t bear it.  I know, it’s silly.

It is.

But, I rarely second-thought my posts on my blog.  I don’t have a ton of peer pressure bearing down on me.  I don’t have anyone that I’m trying to impress.  I’m just venting, writing, creating, sharing…

I’ve pulled my journal out a few times over the last few months.  I wrote a quick few paragraphs and put it back.  I don’t enjoy it like I used to, and yet I miss it more than ever.

Journaling while in therapy was a huge help.  I was able to communicate with my parts and system in a surreal way.  I was able to work through homework and figure things out.

I think I need to put away my worries and fears and just journal.  It always would spark good blog posts, in the past, too.

Do you journal?  Have you ever used it as therapy help or found that it helps you heal from hurt?