There are many beliefs, morals, and opinions in the world, and I try hard to respect everyone and not try to force my views on others. I’m not one to feel threatened when someone else thinks differently than me. When my son comes home from school and says he is learning about evolution in science class, I’m not surprised. After all, it is one of the theories out there, right? I want my kids to be well rounded and know about different views, but when you teach it as the gospel truth and tell children that what they have heard in church about creation is not true, we’re going to have a big problem. Both sides should be presented as equal theories.
Not sure how to handle this one. My children went to public school a few years ago and there were not problems, but they have mostly attended private Christian schools where science was taught as the study of God’s creation.
Here’s one to think about: If we evolved from apes, then why are there still apes?
After teaching school for 15 years, I never want to tell a teacher how to handle her classroom, but I feel a parent/teacher conference coming on…
Sometimes you need someone to talk to, but you don’t even want to tell your best friend.
Some things are just too embarassing, even though I’m pretty sure my bestie is going through the same thing (for legitimate health reasons). I’m still too ashamed to admit my situation.
So a few years ago, I joined a support group type site. I’ve made some good friends, (men and women) and it helps to know I’m not alone, but somehow I still feel guilty. Like I am doing something wrong.
I haven’t been inappropriate with anyone, and I’m not trying to hook up with someone. I believe it is better to simply move on rather than cheat and sneak around. The people I’ve been corresponding with are far away, so it’s not like we will ever meet anyway.
I think everyone needs something that is just for them. Still, I’m starting to feel sneaky, but I need the outlet after yet another blow up (though it has been a long while since the last one). I’m supposed to go to therapy with my husband tomorrow morning, and I’m dreading it. It doesn’t seem like there is much point.
Well, another birthday is here. This just isn’t where I thought I would be at 45 years old. I try to stay focused on the positive things, and I did really well for a long time, but lately the tears are coming again. I gave up my beautiful home. I don’t look forward to going back to the academic world one bit. I don’t want to be writing sermons and papers till ungodly hours at night.
Lately I’ve been mad at myself also because I know I am not helpless. In reality, I have all the control. I am just too scared to exercise it. So here I am, another year older and still feel stuck. Shoot me now.