Backroads

Social workers are angels.

I had a roommate (church member) who often had her boyfriend (church member) spend the night. They slept on her bed, clothes on, atop The covers, in order to stay "safe." None of my business, but always struck be me as too close for comfort.

I'm actually in favor of this. I don't mean to sound all social-ish, but sometimes I think if we're already paying these taxes, let's get something out of them.

I often think about doctors. Don't get me wrong: Being a medical doctor is a noble thing for which I am grateful. But, golly! The tuition money, the time invested, the gamble to see if you can even get through all the hoops of finding a school and a match and yadada and eventually an actual job... I was getting my hair cut last night. My hair lady's son-in-law was trying to get into medical school, last time I checked in. So I asked, how was medical school going? Medical school wasn't happening. Son-in-law dropped that plan, used his medical-ish bachelor's degree to sell medical equipment, and wasn't doing too poorly doing so. I said that sounded like a much better idea and she agreed.

A tangent post to a post I made elsewhere. In reference to said post, I'm not entirely sure of Husband's plans of whether or not to return to a church building. He has made comments that he thinks he is being more passionate than committal on his feelings, plus he has wound up working the past couple of Sundays... he has calmed down on our kids attending, again blaming passion over actual practical events. Thanks for your thoughts. But onto the meaning of this post: All of this has made us want to get serious on really making the home first and foremost in our gospel living. I confess that while we live a reasonably church home (prayer, scripture reading, and such), we rather feel we have been dabbling, doing the basics while Sunday meeting is the big thing. I feel CFM does intend to put responsibility back on the family. I'd like ideas on how to better do this. What are you doing in your own homes? Bonus question (because I don't want to make another post) I'm trying to better loving, respectful boundaries with extended family. To say it right out, introspection over the past couple of years has me wondering if I am more concerned with what my family of origin thinks than what I am thinking for my family. Not that I don't think it's wrong to request/accept good advice, mind you, but I would like to change my general mindset for how I consider my own family.

I've known others in similar circumstances. I don't know if I have any real advice, but I think there comes a time in adulthood when it's just not your job or even duty to seek those kind of relationships. You can still honor any good that came from the relationships.

It's true, all the kids in elementary want to be YouTubers. Yeah, well, my brother was able to pay off some medical debt through his hobby of YouTube/helping Liberian scammers, so... I believe it.

Heh. My college job was cleaning buildings. Not much of a resume builder. To be fair, I manipulated the credit/GPA/scholarship formula, overworked myself one trimester, and thus scored a full-ride scholarship.

That sounds oxymoronic It certainly is. I say it in jest, but it's a fairly common complaint--mostly about lousy job ads.

But all entry-level jobs want five years' experience. My husband loves his job. Not the career he expected, but it has become his thing. He teaches a lot of classes these days. My point was there many non-degreed jobs that can a great way to go.

Husband got his bachelor's in a science field. Failed to find related job. Husband fell into the security guard business. Husband makes more than me. Yes, I'm a teacher, but we don't make too awful a salary.

Or this

I'm the same way. Maybe I view myself as young and immortal, but I really can't get myself to care what becomes of my remains. I don't want a big fuss. I think science would be a great route.

Thanks for your thoughts. I've felt more at peace the past couple of days. Also took advantage of the prayer request board on a teacher forum. Will try to get to the temple in the next few days. I also had Husband give me a blessing of comfort. We still have not reached an agreement, so there is that underwhelming update. Facts, feelings, and testimonies have been shared.

Indeed. For the life of me I can't figure out why anyone cares. What is this taboo over this method over that? I now wonder if there is some sort of psychology about what "offends" on this matter.