or maybe it’s been days, but either way, it seems eons since I last had an opportunity to think in non-organizing mode, let alone blog mode…  Much has happened and has had my attention focused on many important matters. I have my hand in at least 40 cookie-jars right now – one of which is literally full of German Chocolate cake cookies ready to eat on-demand. Don’t judge. My homemade treats power-ups are yummy and will provide for whatever the moment calls – sugary-sweet-goodness, energy comfort, inspiration, etc. for things like finally UNpacking the plethora of now empty boxes and decorating our home with the contents of said boxes. My mom helped to pick-out and decorate the home we built back in ’05 because she has a good eye (actually she has two) for choosing and determining the best placement for whatever accessory. But since my Mom’s over 1000 miles away, I have to pretend to have an interior designer and Nate Berkus is the only available party to show-up because I’m on a limited zero budget like that and because I can barely see him via my out-dated iPad on YouTube in my living room like that. Following Mom’s and NB’s lead, it finally looks like a home after only (ahem) three years in this house…

The interior of my our home appears just a little different and even smells different thanks to the aforementioned cookies. I now hate leaving the house for entirely different reasons, which around the last time I blogged, I believe I wrote relating to how much work it is to be friendly or social with others and dealing with changing my agoraphobic-like tendencies for the purpose to cease being a hermit. And boy have things changed!?! This isn’t to brag (perhaps a little), but every week since the beginning of February, I’ve attended our weekly small-group and even participated!  Yay for me, but before I get into everything else happening, I need to mention that mid-February 2015 marked the 10 year anniversary when God began paving the way to and allowing the small changes that evolved into big changes that allowed me to walk again sans using the always packed wheelchair that became necessary to get me from a parking lot into a store for a shopping trip. Thank you, Lord to sustaining me and continuing to sustain me!  When I began to regain feeling and started walking on my own once again, unintentionally, I began walking differently.  High-stepping became the new normal, but I didn’t think twice about it as I was walking!  Did I mention ‘walking’?

Over the years, I periodically had issues with my left hip giving me pain, but I took an ibuprofen and disregarded the inconvenience as I had more important things to consider – like the fact that I was WALKING!  Back then, I almost immediately made a goal to do a triathlon because I believed I could and would, but what I didn’t realize was that because of the MS related numbness, lack of feeling and absence of strength in my right side for years, the high-stepping would do a great deal of damage to my good and stronger left side-regardless of the muscle I had built.  (That whole brain-relay-to-body issue was a problem.)  Yes, doing a triathlon was a lofty goal, but I worked-out and trained like I would do it one day.

‘Darling, I don’t know why I go to extremes.  Too high or too low, there ain’t no in-betweens.  And if I stand or I fall, it’s all or nothing at all, Darling I don’t know why I go to extremes.’ (thank you for such an appropriate song, Billy Joel).  I love that song.  It’s not the most upbeat, but those lyrics still resonate because I tend to consistently fail in finding the middle-ground.  Left or right, black or white…  Thus, my inability to effectively self-manage because I become so consumed with accomplishing whatever has taken over my thoughts.  And when I finally gained a realistic understanding that what MS took away can never be returned or rebuilt, I became discouraged, angry and essentially quit trying because it seemed my efforts were in vain.  I mean, why bother?  With anything…

But once I got over myself after years of this unhealthy outlook and during the last several weeks, the years of fogginess lifted, I quit being stubborn and I gained a new level of clarity that I have not seen in a very long time.  So imagine that combined with the new Bible study, which coincidentally began the same week, convicted me of being apathetic.  Oh-no-You-di-n’t!   And oh-yes-He-did because the first chapter was about doing something.  Nothing specific, but ‘Do something, Jenn’ was what I kept hearing, seeing and everywhere.  I hate that feeling.  That feeling is unacceptable.  So, I did something.  I volunteered at church doing some things that are a great fit.  1.  I joined the church-cleaning team and my particular group within the 16 member team cleans every four weeks.  2.  I am also now a Sunday School teacher to two and three-year-olds, aka the fabulous ‘Super Juniors.’  Which makes me very much miss my own sweet niece and super-junior-size nephew…

Brain on overload, thoughts all over the place… this will require a few attempts to write an installment…oh how I’ve missed your non-judgmental patience as I get my feces collated, Blog…