Today's Writing Prompt: Heart

If there were words written on your heart, what would they say?

lost, ransomed
broken, healed
damned, salvaged

And So It Starts

Today was my first day working in the group home.
It was choatic. Absolutely.
And I loved it.

I was slapped. I was called a white bitch. Three kids were technically AWOL.
There was no structure. Very few rules. No consequences.
But there will be.

The kids learned very quickly that I'm not the newbie they expected me to be. I'm seasoned. And I'm not just here to be the next FM (facility manager, how they refer to their lead or primary staff); I'm here to turn things around.

I'm looking forward to restructuring the environment and working with the program specialist to write a new treatment curriculum for the home. Most of the current staff are being transferred to other homes and new ones are on their way. Lots of changes are being made, and I get to be right in the middle.
And so it starts.

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• Yesterday I visited Kimberly at Studio 158, where she works. Its an awesome place and she seems like she's learning a lot and enjoying working there. I'm really happy for her and so proud! And now that she's in this super sleek and trendy studio, she can rock out some super sleek and trendy hair. Yep! She's tickled pink about it, as you can see from her picture!

• Tomorrow I officially start working full-time for New Haven as an FM2! That means I'm the group-home's primary childcare counselor for the second half of each week. I'll mostly be working evenings from Thursday through Sunday, supervising and assisting six boys with emotional disturbances and mental health challenges between the ages of ten and thirteen. Its similar to youth-work I've done before, but in a very different environment.  I'm really excited! And a little nervous . . .

• Kimberly and I are just in awe of God and His divine timing. We are extremely blessed and so grateful. After five months of continuous searching we came across a great apartment, and after seven months we both have jobs! Things truly do all work out when you wait on the Lord! He is our Provider!

Today's Writing Prompt: Carefree

Describe a time that you felt carefree.

um . . .
uh . . .
er . . .

Well, the thing is, I'm a thinker. I can't remember a time when I didn't have something on my mind. Even when I was a little tyke. Not to say I haven't had a great life. I'm just . . . a thinker ;o)

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