i just realized what’s wrong with my new blog look. i can be kind of dense, cause it just now clicked.
“aisha” is capitalized.
It’s in all-caps. And apparently it can’t be changed. Damn it.
i made the whole thing smaller, and that looks a little bit better, i think. But still.
Sigh.
Does it look like i’m AISHA THE DOMME?
It does, doesn’t it.
What? You wouldn’t have noticed if i hadn’t said something?
O.
Well, when i went to my settings, it was actually wrong there and i changed it, so maybe it just takes it a while to show up on the blog. Maybe by the time you see this it will be ok.
i made the print smaller, that helped a little bit.
Maybe i can do a big sticky post that says “aisha,” so it looks more submissive.
Maybe i should quit obsessing about it and write a real post. There’s nothing much i can do about it this morning. i’ve tried some stuff, but it didn’t work.
If i have to change the whole appearance again to fix it?? Nooooo. i don’t think so.
i feel so out-of-sorts, still.
So, here’s the thing.
My church is going through some more changes that make me think that’s not my spiritual home anymore. That makes me really sad and angry.
My work is going through some changes that make me feel like the soul of my vocation is being crushed. (Ooooo, that’s pretty dramatic, isn’t it? i know that’s not true, it just feels like it.} That makes me really sad. And angry.
At work these days, there is often a sense that we’re being attacked by upper level management. No, of course that’s not the actual truth, but it sure feels like it So we’re in a pretty constant state of wanting to run or fight. It’s fairly miserable.
And i have a huge good news/not so good news in my family. Good news first ~ get ready to cheer ~
My younger daughter is pregnant! Yay!!!
Not exactly planned, but very wanted, and she’s happy and her significant other is a good guy, and i’m delighted about being a grandmother again, and ~~
~~ here comes the bad news ~~
after the baby’s born, they plan to move. Out of the country.
Yeah.
Really far away.
Not as far away as Hidden Slave is. But still.
When i think about it, i want to cry. i want to stamp my feet and say “NO!!!” Or throw myself on the ground in a big ole tantrum and just wail.
i feel like i’m carrying around so much sadness.
Even though ~ moment to moment i’m fine, moment to moment i’m ok. And believe me, i’m an expert at being ok in the here-and-now. Really.
But underneath are these layers of sadness. Weights on my heart.
Church.
Work.
My baby. And my baby’s baby.
i just want to cry.
So yesterday i was looking for quotes for my FB page and found this one on change:
”Unless you are prepared to give up something valuable you will never be able to truly change at all, because you’ll be forever in the control of things you can’t give up.”
~~ Andy Law
Creative Company
And that seemed to carry some important message, at least as far as church and work are concerned. Not sure exactly what it will mean, how it will play out in my life, but it feels significant.
And as for my daughter and the baby…
Sigh…
i don’t know When she was 18, it looked like she was going to live in Ireland the rest of her life, and i was all blues’ed out. So i guess these last 10 years of her being mostly here have been a gift.
And she’s been away often enough that i know i can get through Christmas’s and such without her.
And i can go visit.
And there’s Skype, right?
And if i get hit by a bus tomorrow, then all this angst will have been for nothing. Right?
Yes.
Ok.
i’m better now – thanks.
And tonight, i get to see my Sir. And i can lose myself, and all of this, in the world of intensely sensual bliss. Or just have dinner with Him, that would be ok too.
Smiling again…