I have a job!

I’ve been hired by Domino’s as a driver. I keep putting the exclamation mark on that sentence… fake it till you make it, right? We have no gas money for the 2 weeks it will take to get a check. TIPS. I get tips before I get a check. It will work. I keep blocking the thoughts that bring tears, but they are certainly part of what’s inside of me. I keep praying for better and this is what comes so I am trying hard to accept the blessing and not feel negative. My insides are knotted. If I let down and say anything that bombards my mind, I am ungrateful and negative and unappreciative and don’t deserve anything. So here is my exclamation mark, AGAIN.

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About Morning Knits

I believe in and practice positive living. I love YARN, music, bird watching, history, gemstones, and gardening. I am passionate about the Earth. I am a true homebody. I said I was Pagan for years to separate myself from a churchy upbringing and judgmental family but I'm not. Funny how things come full circle. I believe it's our responsibility to tend and protect the Earth. I basically do my thing in a quiet, amused way. I believe in the power of my own hands, the energy of combined prayer, and caring for the earth. I attend a Kingdom-focused non-denominational Christian Church. I have 6 kids, all home-born and successfully breastfed. They are all grown. I'm the oldest of 9, daughter of a missionary mother who lives in Kenya, married to the son of a preacher, with 4 spoiled dogs and a rescued cat. Right now, there is small balance after yrs of unemployment. My disability was approved due to degenerative discs, fibromyalgia, and obesity. That last is hard to say. I believe we owe it to ourselves to protect our mental health. It's precious and the one thing we can control. I dislike my own housework and I talk too much. I bought a house in North Carolina and after trying to get my husband here for 6 months, he had a stroke. I'm a two-time caregiver. Steve's got hemiparesis and depression and is learning to walk and trying to use his right side again. It's slow-go.
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