I sliced into my pinky finger tonight while preparing tilapia for dinner. It hurt like a bitch. I had to turn around and make myself be happy to give the kids a bath, do story time, and get them to bed. I'm more surprise than anyone but faking my way for the first ten minutes actually changed my viewpoint into a happier one!
I'm six writings behind in Lit/History as of this minute, and normally that would send me into a panic attack. But I'm just looking at the fact that I have read the material, and I've been very busy. It happens. And if that's the biggest thing that I haven't done right now then I'm looking really good.
I've only been doing a gratitude journal for a few days now, but it's already been working wonders on my attitude. It sounds really hokey, and I'm the first to admit that, but I'll be damned if it's not working for me!
I stopped by the 4 year university that I want to attend and I got great news about possible scholarships as well today.
I went and had the back part, and most scraggly section, of my dreadlocks tightened and interlocked today so I feel very presentable. I'm still getting weird long pieces of hair that are miraculously growing outside of the locks. My hairdresser and I figure it must be hair that was broken off and now that I'm not messing with my hair it's finally able to grow out. My hair grows so much faster now that it's locked that it's hard to believe. I'm average between 1 and 2 inches every 2 months now, and before I was lucky to put on 3 inches in a year. Yes, I said a year, and it's the truth too.
I've had a chance to look at the Jenny Mcar7hy thing on Orpah's show. If I had money, no school, and the access to what she has, then I'm sure my kid would coming along faster too. It's just apples and oranges to compare any celebrity kid to an average family's kid. I know single moms with kids with autism and they have it even worse than dual-parent households, because they have to work full-time, and find time to take their kid(s) to all the appointments, at least the ones covered by insurance, and not lose their jobs while doing it. Let old bubble boobs try any one of our lives for a week and I can bet you that there wouldn't be any miracles happening any time soon.
Also, here's my soapbox about this topic: people with autism are no different than people who have blue, or green, or hazel, or brown eyes. It's how they are born. Neurodiversity is what I'm talking about here people. I don't want to cure autism. I want to make sure that people who have autism can function healthily in our society. Sure, I would love to find out if there are environmental causes that can be prevented from causing autism, but that's to save the kids and adults the inevitable heartaches. I feel the same way about GLBT people. I wouldn't change one of them, because that's how they are made, but my heart breaks at the sorrows that many of them face merely because they were born into a minority.
I want true equality. Not equality meted out in tiny morsels by the patriarchy. I want true acceptance of all people. I'm not idealistic enough to think this will happen but, like a kid at their birthday, I can sure hope that I get the present I want.
