Having Faith

2 days after Christmas, I had enough of my job and I quit.

I had taken our youngest in to Urgent Care and he had pneumonia. It has been sickness since I got back from vacation in September and I was already in trouble with attendance at work and didn’t want to deal with it any more. So, I pulled the plug.

I’ve been trekking along since, doing Uber Eats and Uber Rides to help make ends meet.

Part of me quitting was making myself push to have more faith in my Higher Power. I have always believe that He is there for me, but actually having faith–that was another story.

It’s been ups and downs, but my marriage is better and overall, life is smoother.

I’ve been the most blessed when I let everything go and just trust.

Examples include…

The boys and I out doing Uber Eats runs and trying to get the money Instant Transferred from Uber and the funds being put on hold. I had a negative balance in the bank account and now the money I needed was not accessible. I called Mr. to see if he had any ideas. Then I called my mom and my sister, bawling on the phone. I felt horrible and desperate and like a total loser. As I was on the phone, an older gentleman came over and asked if I needed help. I told him thank you, but no. I was getting it covered. I was on the phone when he came back and asked if I needed money or…? He said he was the owner of the building, the people just rent from him. I explained my money was on hold, paycheck comes in tomorrow, I was on the phone with family to get money for gas. I just need $5 in gas to get home.

He came back and said he paid for $10 and pumped it for me.

Another lady came over to see if we needed money. I told her no, but thank you. I get paid tomorrow. My money is just on hold and I just need to get home. The gentleman said he was getting us gas, she thanked him, and headed off.

Needless to say, I bawled some more. The owner told me not to cry, we’ve all been there. Merry Christmas and Happy New Year.


Later that night, my friend/roomie brought home an assortment of Legos from work and gave them to us. Needless to say, the boys had a blast.

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Earlier this week, I was doing my first day of Uber Rides. It was my last ride before going home. I picked her up a little ways from our house and drove her where she needed to go. She was talking the whole way and I loved it. She was super friendly and just so quirky–I couldn’t help but love her company.

As we were driving, she ended up offering me a job. I don’t know if it’ll go anywhere–I did call her on Monday and sent her my resume, but who knows if it’ll go anywhere. Even if it doesn’t, it was a memorable experience.

I just have to keep reminding myself to keep the faith. It’s not always easy and most weeks I have no idea how we’re going to make it until I sit down and write out the budget and oddly enough, we always seem to come up with enough money to keep going.

We haven’t cut the giving we do, our little give back to the world, and I don’t plan to. I feel that keeping them going is believing that we will make it, one way or another. 2018 will be the year for a wonderful marriage, a stronger faith, and a more beautiful life for my family. ❤

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College Emotions

I am finally feeling like I am over being sick, but now because of the two jobs and school, I am so exhausted that I worry I’ll get sick again. I haven’t gone to the day job (the one that I gave two week notice to, over 2 months ago) in two days. I didn’t go Wednesday because I turned off my alarm and ended up falling back asleep and waking up 4 minutes after I was supposed to be at work. I didn’t go today because I signed onto my classes yesterday and ended up super stressed and pissed off because I missed an assignment deadline. Missing the deadline means that I also miss all the points for another assignment, talk about self-sabotaging.

I pulled myself together enough yesterday to get the assignment together into (what I thought was) a decent paper. Well, I messed up one part and figured I would’ve lost more points if I fixed it and resubmitted it tonight (-20% instead of -10% last night). Well, I got a 12/20 on it. It would’ve been worse, but I am quickly remembering why I fucking hated college before. I felt like I was a giant failure when I failed my first class–of course, during this time, my husband and I were both trying to work, raise kids (2 at the time), and I was pregnant with our third.

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Well, that was interesting. So, I started this about 5 minutes after I got my 12/20 grade (about 3 hours ago now). I was upset with the feedback comments, frustrated I had misunderstood some of the assignment and even more disappointed that I lost those 25pts. Well, Mr got home earlier than I thought he would and I cried into his chest for a bit. Told him that I knew I couldn’t change it, I knew what I needed to do, but I need a minute to be upset. I am wrapping up week 3 and I am on to week 4 soon, which means I have 8-9 more weeks to get all my assignments in, do my best and aim to get the grade I wanted. It is my first below average grade.

I had my school stuff still up, took the laptop into the computer room to watch Netflix or crash while Mr was nerdy, and thought if I had enough energy left I would edit my paper using the feedback my teacher gave me, so I can turn it in and get as many points as possible, out of 100 on the final draft.

I sat down and I noticed that I had a new message from my teacher, I had sent her one earlier about messing up and was there any way I could get the 25pts any way. She had told me no, but to take the 12/20pts and do what I was hoping, no more late papers. I pulled up the new message and almost started crying again, but was too happy and saying too many “Thank you, Jesus!” ‘s in my head to be able to cry. Another student’s paper has gotten lost in the cyber world and though she had turned it in on time, it was not assigned to someone peer edit, so she put us together! I have a chance to get those 25pts!!

I completed the editing tonight, on my peers paper and will use tomorrow to study for my 55pts test and edit my final draft.

I don’t care if what you believe in–good karma, will, Buddha, God, maybe your higher power doesn’t have a name–whatever it is, mine had my back and gave me a fighting chance. 

Instead of sitting and wallowing all night long, I went through the 7 stages of grief…

  • Shock/disbelief & denial – I had planned on receiving an 18, maybe a 16. I did my best to follow the layout (from what I understood). When I saw the 12, I quickly pulled up the paper and tried to find some logical reason for that. There was no way I should have basically failed the assignment.
  • Anger – I had so many swear words and rude comments flying through my head. Calling myself, my teacher–anyone I could think of to blame–the rudest names. Getting pissed off because it was turning out to be the same journey as last time. I could’ve done better, I should’ve done better and because of how I was raise, that 12/20 was like getting my report card having that one C that got me in trouble.
  • Bargaining – that was the email to my instructor asking I’d there was anything I could submit to make up for it
  • Guilt – I did this myself. I tried to work three jobs on Monday, hang out with friends Tuesday and catch up on all kinds of errands and housecleaning that I completely forgot about my assignment
  • Depression – that came about the time I opened the computer to write this post. I had tears in my eyes, my heart was crushed, and I could barely breathe. I was convincing myself I was going to fail like last time. That this one paper would ruin it all. If I couldn’t do this simple thing right, nothing else would be.
  • Acceptance and Hope – this came when Mr got home, I could cry it out, and realize that I have more time to keep going. I can’t change this grade, but I can fix my paper and get more of those 100pts.

This week has ddefinitely not gone as planned, but I have an “ah-ha” moment that I keep reminding myself of. I actually wanted to share it with you on Mon-Tues, but I was so short on time I couldn’t get it up. Maybe on study break tomorrow. It was something that “hit me right in the face” when I was listening to You’re A Badass. 

So, if you’re curious, stay tuned. But, for now, it’s early Friday morning and I’ve got some college stuff to do tomorrow, so I stay on top of this.