color changing hair.

img_20161227_140813_475It’s 2017 and my hair is mostly green.

In the last few weeks of 2016 I decided to go off the deep end and finally do something I’ve always wanted to do but felt like the time wasn’t right. Well the time is right and I did it. I went to my good friend who is also a hair stylist and she dyed my hair blonde then blue and green with a little bit of purple. I love it.

If you notice the women in your life usually change their hair color or style when something happens. Good or bad. As for me, I had signed up for classes again after having the summer and fall semesters off. I am signed up for 5 classes. 2 online and 3 in person. I am beyond excited but also a little scared. I know I can do it with the help of Josh cheering me on like he does best.

During my time off I discovered a lot about myself. I went to several counseling sessions and will continue to do so. I understand not a lot of people agree with going to counseling for mental illness but it’s helping me.

I was diagnosed with postpartum depression (ppd) after having C.J. It wasn’t him. It was me or is me. I’m gonna be very selective with what I say here because I know a few people who are reading will most likely jump down my throat for typing this out although I feel like I need to close the door of my ppd season. This is how I will close that door.

PPD sucks. Crying. Not being able to feel love. Feeling hopeless. Sad. regretting every decision I ever made. Feeling lumpy. depressed. not being able to relate to the happy moms on Facebook. I did not have a good few months but I feel like I did my best with Calvin with the help of Josh, his parents, my mom, Roel, Giovanna and Jon Rau. They all made sure I was able to live freely and openly without judgment. They are the best.

As I began to open myself up to my counselors I received a lot of clarity and I feel like I was given a purpose in life again.

Yes, I lost track of my purpose. I lost track of me. I didn’t have a great pregnancy and I didn’t have a great few months with being a new mom. I know I could’ve been more positive or prayed a little more but that wasn’t the case. I couldn’t be fixed with a few good words or praying to a god I no longer feel connected with. (that feels good to say out loud and to type out.) I understand now that it is 100% okay to say “hey my life sucks right now.” even if someone else doesn’t feel the same about MY life (because that’s a thing people do.)

Which I appreciate when people care. I appreciate when people share their concerns about our life or when they try to help. We both appreciate it. Although, when you don’t /actually/ care, you say you do but your actions don’t show it- it’s kinda hard to hear from you. This isn’t about anyone specific either. I am eating my own words too because I can be the same way.

All in all, this past year has been the toughest but the best. Josh is a great husband and dad. C.J. is the best baby I could have ever imagined and I am finally at a place in my life where I love the skin I am in.

Thank you to Josh for being there for me and with me every step of the way. Thank you to our family and friends for loving me, encouraging me and supporting me. I hope I am able to write more this year but if I don’t then I don’t.

Y’all have a great year ❤

Advertisements

Starting and Finishing

Many moons ago, I said yes to Jesus. I said yes to what he had in store for me. I followed and heeded to his voice. I put my heart and soul into ministry, to his people & his work. I guarded my heart and my dreams, accordingly but that wasn’t all I was supposed to do.

Over a few months, I lost sight of what God called me to do when I was 16 years old. I lost track of what my purpose was and is. Which happens to everyone. God is faithful though. He still loves me. He still hears me. He is still with me. Since 2015 has started I decided I needed to get my life in order.

Of course when you line up with the word of God in your heart and mind, chaos follows. God is faithful though. From funerals to baby showers and weddings, my emotions have been a bit all over the place. I want to celebrate the life given on earth and the lives who are celebrating in Heaven but you know what? It’s hard. God is faithful though. When life is the hardest, it’s easy for those who know you and love you unconditionally to pray and support you. Whether it be with a funny picture or cute pictures of animals or reminding them of the good times you had with those people. I do have to say there were tears of joy and tears of brokenness but nonetheless The Holy Spirit came in with a great wind of peace over my heart and mind.

As part of getting my life in order, I took on a new job opportunity (since September 2014) & I enrolled in college. My current job is being a nanny for some of the most challenging and beautiful kids. I realized that teaching is a gift that’s been given to me so I am attending college to become an elementary teacher. Once, I accomplish being a 3rd grade teacher, I plan on making my way up to the administration side of education. Hopefully, by being a superintendent when I’m in my late-30’s. If the superintendent career doesn’t work out then who knows, maybe I’ll open up my own school. 😛

I started the semester in January with a 4 wk math class & now I am taking Intro to Education & an English class. So far, I am being challenged but I love it.

On February 18th, 2015, I made a decision. That decision is, “today I say yes to Jesus and everything that he has to offer me today.” No, I am not perfect. No, I will not immediately start attending a local church. No, I will not stop using curse words every day. No, I will not stop drinking wine. You can look up to me and ask me for advice and I will be honest with you. That is the best I can do though. If you look up to me & are disappointed with my actions. I am not sorry. I am a human. I make mistakes. I do whats best for myself and for my family. By the way, my family has increased.

I would like to welcome Munchie Pinkerton to the Pinkerton Family! He’s a 9 week old Blue heeler. His favorite toy is a pink and red love monster & a plastic pineapple. He likes to munch on everything and everyone. He’s friendly and tries to bark at dogs bigger than him. He loves running after Josh and myself & he started puppy training this past Sunday. I hope every one gets to meet him one day because he’s super fluffy and cute! Check out my instagram for more photos!

Back to the main focus of today’s blog. Every day is new. God forgives, God loves, & God is faithful.

Thank you Jesus for giving me another chance to live for you.

Aww Ships!

FriendSHIPS, RelationSHIPS & PartnerSHIPS.

Everyone has these types of ships. I love these ships. If I didn’t have these ships I wouldn’t be the person I am today.

Friendships can turn into Friendshits (self-explanatory. also thank you Seana for this word.) Friendships are a two way deal… if one friend offers a hand & the other says constantly that they can’t take that hand then the friend just stops offering. at least thats how it is for me some times.

I would like to think I am good friend to some folks but to others I can be completely oblivious that they need me from the lack of communication or the times I’ve asked a person to hang out with me multiple times and they can’t. I’m not saying, “shame on you people who don’t hang out with me,” because I can be a bit much BUT what I am saying is if you care about someone & want to have a relationship (friendship) with them then communicating is a big factor.

In bible college someone said in order to make friends or have friends, you have to be friendly. I try to be friendly. I have little get togethers & invite all sorts of people usually the people I invite show up & have a good time. They meet new people and everyone has a good time. Why? because they’re friendly. They want to have friends.

When my best friend, Giovanna & I started hanging out more & more, we would talk constantly about our days, guys, music, food & etc etc. when we disagreed on situations we would swallow our pride & apologize to each other & move on… we most likely just laugh about how we both got our feelings hurt then eat chick fil a.

The moral of the story here is, be a good friend or a good person.

Please note: I wrote this blog about a month ago & have been editing it since the first time I typed it out.

Love always,
Mrs. Pinkerton!