I love you, but you're killing me.

Hey bloggers, tweeters, browsers, and cheaters,

My name is Candice.  I am not the best at keeping up with blogs, but I always try to add enough substance to a post to make it worthwhile.  You can keep up with me by bookmarking the site thatinbetweenage.blogspot.com 

Every time I lay my head down to sleep, that particular Candice of the day dies off and is replaced by a new one containing merely a few shadows of past experience and thought.  Oh, yeah, by the way.  I'm a writer.  The worst kind, too.  I'll think about writing for days, but never get around to it.  I'll walk around with an idea for a song/story in my head for hours on end and either take the time to write it down or lose it.

I work with kids.  It is probably one of the most fun jobs on this planet to take care of mini-people.  They have their own thoughts, ideas, opinions, pasts, troubles, dispositions, personalities, and best of all, appetites.  My boys could put away a full-course meal in mere minutes.  I'll write about them every once in a while, but for their own safety, and by my own choice, their information or names will not be revealed.  Thanks for understanding.

I'm going to college and majoring in Theatre Education, hoping to move to Chicago in a few years and take over the world.  Just kidding, all I really want to do is write, but in this economy, I figure a teaching job in something I extremely enjoy is much more safe than a creative writing degree and nothing more.  I have nothing against you bohemians...I would love to be one myself, but until I know how it feels to have my feet under me, I'm going to stay on this track. 

God is a huge part of my life.  I was raised Methodist and keep a lot of their beliefs and creeds in my current life.  By His grace, I have survived a four-wheeler wreck that fractured my right cheek in three places, and had an *almost* car wreck all before I turned 21.  There is no explaining how I safely escaped these things, but each one has made me a better person and somehow already helped me help a few people.

I believe that one of the most powerful things we as humans have are our experiences.  They date back to before oral tradition and are unique to each and every person, even in communist-run countries.  There can be no way that all people can be the same.  Experiences are there to help others, to attribute credit in our arguments and advice, as well as form and shape the person who we are today.

This is me.

You'll find out more later.

Now, on to a little bit of what this blog is really going to be like:

These past few weeks have been insightfully frustrating and weak.  I've been attempting change in as many ways I can think of.  I'm starting to do sit-ups.  I'm starting to be more positive at work.  I'm trying, and failing, to remove some bad habits from my life.  I'm working at being a better team player, and finally, trying to stop "trying too hard".  

Enough of that, I'm just convinced now that there's some type of other change happening inside of me that I'm unaware of.  It's odd to say, but I trust God and what he's doing....

Sitting atop the playground at work today, I thought of a story that I may try to put to cyber-paper.  It sprung from the aching need to play with every single one of my kids, to see who the real bullies are, to be a real friend to my sweethearts, and just plain be a kid again.

I'll update more, soon.  Going on a family vacation in two weeks.  I hardly ever get some friend to go with me...so, I'm really trying to pray for a companion who understands my crazy this year.  Besides, who knows how many more of these I'm going on?

I'll touch on loneliness and contemplating "free time" later.  Until then, happy days!

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Listening to:  Don't Trust Me - 3OH!3, Bittersweet Symphony - Ace Enders and a Million Different People, Break Out! Break Out! - All Time Low, The Haunting - Anberlin, XO - Fall Out Boy