The car registration is finally (mostly) resolved, so I'm going to share that complete saga over the next few days. I'm doing this for two reasons. Firstly, so that you know you aren't the only one running into frustrating and annoying bureaucratic things. And secondly, we learned more about our rights as military families, which is information everyone should have.

I am reaching the point of no return on this new business jump. It's come to the point where I need to put the money into the game, and once that happens, I have to be all in. To go put the money down and then wobble my way through will be a recipe for disaster. It's just like a gymnast must hold their form and confidence throughout a routine. If they start to get nervous or pull back from the big moves it can lead straight to injury.

The beginning of the AJR concert started with the same vibe as how the movie Now You See Me (one of my favorites, and apparently they are making a third, so that is super exciting) ends. It began with a monologue on the screen flashing different images of the places they were describing. I’m going to share the speech because it was so great, but I am editing a few parts out purely because it had visuals that made the words make sense. I’m not trying to type out an intro to the show, and maybe this will help not spoil too much for anyone choosing to attend at a later date.

 I'm definitely going out of order on the way I planned these posts to go. But we went rock climbing again today, which turned into dinner out, and we didn't get home until 9:30. That is past my bedtime, to begin with, and I have so much to do tomorrow to get ready for the Passover Seder that we are hosting with some friends. So, I want to skip ahead to my post about betting on yourself.

If you've been around the military for a while, you have probably figured out the importance of certain colors, their meaning, and when they should be worn. For example, on Friday, we can often spot more red in a crowd. In true military fashion, red is an acronym for "remember everyone deployed." During my husband's first deployment, I did my best to wear red on Fridays.  

I’m sorry for missing Monday’s blog post. The day I had planned didn’t quite work out, and I decided to skip it. It’s 100% my fault. I could have made it work, but I didn’t. But that’s okay; we make mistakes and then get back up on the horse. I may be one day further from my dream than I could have been, but I can make it up, and it’s never too late to start again.

Wednesday night, I saw AJR perform live. It was an incredible performance! I could feel genuine love and passion coming from the stage into the crowd and vice versa. I'm thinking about trying to see them again when they come to Atlanta at the end of July because the show was that good. Plus, it would be interesting to see them again at the end of the tour (Wednesday was only the 4th or 5th night of the tour) to see how things changed. 

I am leaving home today and will be gone for ten days chasing my dream. Tonight, I have the AJR concert, which I could not be more excited about because it is truly a dream come true, and I imagine I'll be talking a lot about it on Friday. Then I have a work conference over the weekend. That will be followed by working in the field in North Carolina for a few days. The trip will finish off with an early Passover celebration before heading back home.

I have much more to share in the saga of getting our cars registered in Georgia. The process has been incredibly frustrating and has taught us a lot about our rights as military members and spouses. We spent five hours at the tag agency on Friday and another two today. The process is only half done (and some stuff needs to be undone as a result). Ultimately it was a pain in the butt, and there's more to be done, but this will be less of a pain than it would have been.

I think we are all well aware of the fact that one of the worst things you can say to a military spouse who is struggling is, “Well, you knew what you signed up for.” It’s honestly just a nonsense thing to say to someone who is facing a challenge. It does not provide a solution and certainly doesn’t ease the burden. Military spouse life is the only space I have seen this phrase used consistently. Regardless of how well-meaning the person saying it is, this does not help. So, for anyone reading who may be confused as to why this phrase would bother someone they know and love so much, let’s look at this in some other context.

After doing our Easter church service early last weekend, we ate lunch at a local cafe. They had recently opened a more fine-dining type restaurant and were running an insane promotion. For every meal eaten there, you would receive a gift card with the same amount as your bill during March. Apparently, the promotion worked wonders. My parents had gone with their leadership team the week before, resulting in a pretty hefty bill and gift card. So after a breakfast and dinner, we had just enough for the family to go out to lunch after church (with five dollars still left on the card).

Today is my blog's first birthday! It is also my baby's best friend's second birthday, so shoutout happy birthday to Rhea. I hope you are loving the aquarium today. April 1st, 2023, was the day that I posted my first ever blog post, and aside from just a few missteps, I have been consistent about posting here every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of the last year.

Next Monday will mark the one year anniversary of launching my blog. As a countdown to the anniversary I am going to share the top three posts across the last year. This post originally ran on May 19. If you missed it the first time, I hope you enjoy it, and if you saw it before, hopefully, it sparks something new in you. (It’s also interesting to read this in light of my going back into insurance just a few years ago. I’ve gone back under much different circumstances, and still haven’t grabbed back on to this dream, but it’s always interesting to look back and see how much has changed in a year.)

I've recently learned about the concept of big T versus little t in terms of trauma. Big T trauma is often what we typically think of. It's usually a single incident that results in acute psychological trauma. Little t trauma tends to refer to events that typically don't involve violence or disaster but do create significant distress. Examples of big T trauma would be things like sexual violence, witnessing a death, or surviving a natural disaster. In contrast, examples of little t trauma would be more like emotional abuse, divorce, or non-life-threatening injuries.

I had a different post planned for today, but I just left the Macon-Bibb County

Commissioner's office crying, so let's talk about that instead. Now, I do have a lot on my plate,

so it is a lot easier to send me into tears at the moment. And crying is my response to just about

everything, so it's not that unusual to me.

Hopefully, you'll allow me just one more post about that monologue from The Blacklist. The final line Dembe says is actually a reference to a poem by Dylan Thomas titled "Do not go gentle into that good night."

I finally got around to seeing how The Blacklist ended. I watched seasons 1-9 during my first few weeks postpartum when all I could do was sit on the couch, feed my baby, and heal while binging TV. The show definitely loses its focus somewhere in the middle, but I felt like the final season was really well done. I do recommend ending the show for yourself about three minutes before it actually ends because that was not my favorite. Still, Dembe gets a lovely monologue just before that, which is what I wanted to share today.

Our nanny couldn’t come to work today because the battery in her car died. At least, she thinks it is the battery. She sent me a video of trying to start the car, and everything on the dashboard was flashing while the locks kept locking and unlocking around her. It felt more like her car had been possessed to me, but I don’t know anything about cars.