HOPE.
There are times when he speaks my heart 1001 times better than I can. This is one of them. Geez, I love his music!
Replace "Nate" with "Iz."
Replace "30" with "50."
Replace "kids" with "students" and you have it.
Some stuff happened shortly before Christmas. Some of it was really friggin' awesome. The biggie was finally gaining access to my car wreck settlement, now plumped on 22 years of interest and trickled out to me for the rest of my flippin' life. It and my disability combined still don't cover all my bills, much less allow me to operate a fully functioning business, but I'm a damn sight closer than I've been since I clawed and hacked my way out of the disability hole the first time, only to be punched two levels deeper a few years later.
This change has revolutionized my life. Or...it will, once I can get all the spinning plates rearranged.
But you know...government agencies move sloooooooowly. Except when they yoink away funds you do actually still need. They accomplish that faster that a flea farts. But it's in progress and I can do this dance in my sleep by now. It simply takes time. I was also prepared for them to do this, because you have to notify them of changes within 10 days, yet it takes more than a month to transfer bills into my name, receive the invoices, and have handy pieces of paper that prove that I paid them from my own account so...yeah.
To their outdated computerized system, I look like I'm suddenly rolling in dough and eating bonbons all day.
Convenient, that.
At least for them.
There was also the website snafu that I'm not going to talk about on here. Suffice to say, I might be nuking this whole site. If I do, it will be because I want to do it better somewhere else. I'll keep you posted.
Or...you know...I'll decide to keep it and get back to uploading the gazillion blog posts I have drafted in my computer.
So what have I been doing, now that house construction is done and the massive organization/weeding project is down to a dull roar? Well, I found some amazing dance treasures I'd shoved into boxes and bins before racing out of my house in Pueblo and moving to Arkansas in 2013 with a one-year pit-stop in Colorado Springs, then moving-moving-moving for 5 more years, rarely of my own volition before crash-landing in a house that needed major renovation to make it livable. So a bunch of really nifty stuff has just sat in the same boxes and bins since 2012, because I had only just inherited it from people who quit dancing just before I had to move.
A bunch of these reclaimed treasures went straight into a pile for my massive dance project that I've been working on for about a year now. It got delayed by the oral surgery and knee injury snafus, but as I've previously covered, that had a gazillion silver linings. This most recent derailment has also proved to be fortuitous in the long run, because...well...HERE.
There's how many bonbons I eat. 😜
I also have made a fascinating writing connection in the past couple weeks that has the potential to revolutionize a few things on that front as well.
Plates are spinning.
I am, too.
Pretty soon I'll have fancy skirts and fringe on while I do it.
In front of a green-screen.
Things are afoot at the Circle K. If you want to be up-to-date on all the blow-by-blows and the real time updates, I routinely put them on the KoFi page, which you can follow to get notified when I add something new. Otherwise, you'll just have to wait until I drop completed projects.
Like THIS VIDEO PROJECT that is almost done. It's been a year of dealing with so much footage and photos that it continually crashed my computer while I was organizing it all. But I'm now doing the final polishing and rendering them. When they're all done, I will upload them together so y'all can (finally) binge them. MUAhahahahahaha...
Yeah, I'm on my way I'm coming Don't... Don't lose faith in me I know you've been waiting I know you've been praying' for my soul...
What's my definition of success? Listening to what your heart says Standing up for what you know is right While everybody else is Tucking their tails between their legs What's my definition of success? Creating something no one else can. Being brave enough to dream big. Grinding when you're told to just quit. Giving more when you got nothin' left. It's a person that'll take a chance on Something they were told could never happen. It's a person that can see the bright side Through the dark times when there ain't one...
~NF - HOPE
CHOOSE YOUR OWN ADVENTURE
--UP NEXT: I dunno. We'll see what shakes out in the next week or so. *rubbing hands, twisting mustaches...*
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