I’m not sure how I feel on these particular words per say…however I believe a lot of little things have to move a certain way in order for you to meet the people you meet, and I believe God puts people in your life for a reason…and he does so on his timeline.

The little man I’m dating, I didn’t connect with him in a romantic manner when I connected with him, I happened to have him as a waiter the evening my husband had me leave him in the ER and wound up in the ICU. (The hospital said it would be 72 or more hours to get him into a room and the er room he was in was tiny). My daughter and I had stopped for dinner after getting the oil changed on the truck, we happened to get him as our waiter…I went over the days events and my husbands cancer with him just as a matter of venting to another human being…he commiserated with me by telling me how his mother had not too long ago passed of cancer and how fast she went and how hard it was to understand or fathom…that stuck with me.

When my husband passed less than 2 weeks later, he was the only person I cared to tell about it. Something in how he talked to me that night had made him a trustworthy soul to me.

It was several months before anything even remotely close to friendship started, and even longer before anything past friendship blossomed.

I didn’t put that person in my life, I’d never met him before that day, however he was the kindest soul to me during one of the hardest times of my life…I don’t think that’s an accident…I think that’s God.

I don’t use fate or destiny as regular parts of my vocabulary, I guess I don’t see it that way. So no…I’m not sure I believe in those particular words.

Every job I’ve ever worked, I’ve lived and given my utmost.

From the time I was 13-14, I was a babysitter and was the go-to for many parents in my church, it made me want to be a nanny.

When I was 16, I tutored a young girl from an elementary school within our district, I enjoyed that immensely and it furthered me wanting to be a nanny.

When I turned 18, I joined the US Army and loved it…to a degree. It was hard and it made me feel lonely at times but I learned a lot while in, and learned to love it, met people who still mean a lot to me years later.

While in Army, I went through nursing school and became an LPN, a profession I’ve worked about 20 of my 30 licensed years as. There were bad parts of the job, mostly to do with other nurses, bad work ethic, politics, drama, but when it came to patients, I’ve invariably always liked the job…even with those patients and families who others considered particularly challenging, I’ve always managed to find the positive there.

I’ve been a realtor for 11 years, it’s harder in today’s economy and costs me quite a bit to maintain my licensure, but I love being able to help others.

Last year after I lost my husband, I started a small business, working with social media early last year…it’s taken me several months to want to actually try at it, but I’m learning the ropes and hoping for the best, praying as I go and hoping it all pans out. It may be a while before I’m proficient or especially profitable, but I love a lot of what I see so far, from the coaching and support and the training that’s available on your own time. I’m sure, in time, I’ll learn to love this business too, I just have to get past the jitters of doing it and try…below are a few of the adverts I’ve been working on in my down time.

All the best,

A.

People who say they’re bored. There is really no excuse in life to ever be bored. Exercise your mind and unlearn that foolishness!!!

When I was little, I would have told you that they were a pair of Mary Jane’s…black patent leather and oh so shiny…until a few years ago I would have said the same probably.

My favourite shoes ever though….weren’t mine. They were tucked in a garden/compost shed at the top of the shed in a cubby, with about 20 other pairs of wellies on the outside of my rental home in Ireland in 2015. They had roses and other various posies on them and were the only pair that weren’t black, and they fit me. I tromped all over the property properly in these lovely little boots (I wanted to take them home).

I myself have owned a multitude of wellies since that trip; prior to moving to Alabama in 2020, they weren’t what one might call an intelligent purchase, so I only had 2 pair in that 5 year span, that only really got worn when I went to see my best friend in Mississippi. (She had acreage and it was tromp worthy).

I have been through many more pairs in the last 5 years, sadly having to throw pairs out when they break down entirely.

I’m grateful for that first pair introducing me to my fondness…even if they couldn’t come home with me.

Best,

Amanda