Heartbroken

I've been trying to get around to doing Lucan's 13 month post, or any post, for that matter for a couple of weeks. But I've found myself struggling in my own little world. You see at the end of June we found out our beloved daycare provider would no longer be able to take care of Lucan. After weeks of struggling to find a good fit for our family, we came up empty handed. Then in the midst of all of that, I lost my job. The job with the company that I planned on being with for a long time. All of these things shook me and I didn't know what to do with them. I find that a common trap I fall  into is placing my trust in the wrong things - people, jobs, stuff. The only thing in this world that has any guarantees is God. Sometimes God has to put me flat on my face so I can realize this. Looking back, I realize that God had prepped all of these things. Earlier in the year we started cutting way back on our expenses. If we had found a new daycare situation for Lucan, we wouldn't have been able to afford to keep him there. As for the job, I'm still working on that one. My good friend Erika told me this, "Kara, don't get discouraged if an interview doesn't go well or you don't get the job you wanted. Clearly it means that it wasn't where God wanted you."
For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11

So here I am folks, trying to find my feet. I'll be back soon, but this is the explanation for my silence.

I'm such a dork.

I just got an email today from Prairie Meadows announcing that Wilson Phillips will be playing a concert there. I really want to go. Can I be anymore of a dork? They just really strike a chord with my 15 year-old self who was obsessed with 90's pop music. (I'm so totally aging myself. I'm going to have a min-meltdown next year when I turn 30. Ugh, I shudder even typing that)

Hold on for one more day ...



I used to be cool and go to a lot of concerts. Concerts and music are one of my "things." I love going to them and being part of this collective group that has a shared musical moment that can never be replicated. It's like having this bonding moment with hundreds of other people. My favorite concert was Michael Buble, but I've been to ridiculous concerts like 98 Degrees and N'Sync and things that range all the way from Creed to the Dixie Chicks. But having Lu and committing to becoming debt free, has greatly diminished my concert going. Now I'm reduced to listening to pandora in my cubicle at work. Insert sad face.

Man, I should really delete this post. Re-reading it makes me realize just how big of a dork I really am.