Sometimes I stink at this.

There are times when I sit here at my computer and there is so much going on in my head that I can’t seem to put an inspirational sentence together. Tonight is apparently one of those nights. It’s Midnight on February 1^st, 2012. Just 14 hours ago that I had everything planned, outlined, and ready to go for this entry. But as the events of my day unraveled, so did my opinion on what I had planned to say.Me. If I were a dude. Or wearing a cockroach costume.

Remember when I told you guys about how like cockroach, I can adapt to any situation? Well, today I’d say I was more of a stinkbug.A real stink bug. Yuck.  I traded in my slick, adaptable, crunchy-ness for fragile, mushy, and well… not exactly something you want to be around when it cracks.

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Hands?... CHECK! Feet?... CHECK!... Now GO!

Hello G.L.A.M.ers!

It's been a whole week since we've talked and I feel that is just too long! Please accept my apologies, as the G.L.A.M. Team has been making some magic happen around this office. We've been hard at work on the official launch of this BEAUTIFUL new website, as well as a curriculum for first time mentors and students. We even have a G.L.A.M. Girl's Conference in the works! It has certainly been very busy around here, but the good kind of busy. You know, the kind of busy that gives you a warm fuzzy? For me it has been the kind of busy that confirms that I am exactly where God wants me to be, doing what He wants me to be doing. This is the kind of busy I wouldn't mind being for the rest of my life!I love spending my days encouraging other women to live their lives as an example. I find myself humbled at the realization that I get to do what I love to do everyday.

This ministry is my heart and my passion. But as much as I love what I do, sometimes I get overwhelmed, and I let things get out of perspective. For example, just this morning...

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"Recalculating...Please take the next legal U-Turn."

Those words are like sandpaper to my nerves! There is nothing that frustrates me more than having to rely on a computer with a phony accent to get me somewhere, and then not understanding where that contraption is trying to make me turn. You see I am very blessed with what I like to call an “Internal compass”. I have a gift. I’m never lost. I can find my way around cities I’ve never driven through before, giant shopping malls, winding hotel hallways, and even map-less amusement parks. But, despite my gift, there have been occasions, mostly for time’s sake, where I have turned to the woman in the box on my dash to get me from point A to point B.

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