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Tired pup, but no rest for the wicked. AT&T gateway showed up, so new internet is up and running, and with that comes the porting of the last number.
Vik had his number for a decade or so, and after he passed, I continued to pay for it and let it idle for six months until I decided what to do, and that was port it to Tello. I gotta say, if'n you're trying to save on your phone, give Tello a look, I do gig last mile package deliver (think UPS's job DoorDash style), hence the testing with a spare phone number. Five months later, and zero problems. And ports are fast, like under 5 minutes fast. So, moved the last phone number from Verizon, last step is to cancel internet, but that can't be done yet as they're still processing the port on their end. Yeah, the VMO is faster than Verizon at this stuff, which is ridiculous.
So, now I get to update my phone number with all my gig apps tonight, and that'll be done.
The other thing is a new pair of boots, TimberlandPro this time. Yes, this time, third pair in a year and a half I think? I go through shoes fast, so this is nothing special, and for the price Timberland has held up well. I was thinking about Brunt work wear, but the reviews online are not particularly good, especially as they cost around $50 more than the Timberland, basically good, but not that good. I was wearing a pair of Vik's boots, but they suddenly disintegrated. No, really, the pleather cracking was annoying, but not a big deal, but then the cloth and the pleather separated on the back of the right boot, so time for new boots. This'll be the third type of Timberlands, and we'll see what I think about these, first were great, basically chosen by throwing a dart at the board. Second were picked by price, cheaper than the first pair, but still Timberlands, and they worked well. This time around, I had around 3 or 4 choices within the same $5 range on price, so I decided to try a different style, plus these are TimberlandPro, so I'm curious to see if'n they hold up better.
Beyond that, not much, work actually is sucking this week, and of course things are way too busy between work and home repairs/improvements. And then there'll be estate matters, tax matters and investment matters. That said, the lion's share (why do we say that?) should be done by end of June, heck I might even be able to take a break on my birthday. I guess after that the hunt for where I settle for the rest of my life begins in earnest, we've done some casual looking, but nothing serious as there's too many variables, but those will be wrapping up, and there'll be little left other than cleaning this place out.

Coming 6/18 Discovering the Greatness of America 40 years traveling the highways and byways by Roy Owenby

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🌱 ■ El hijo del fundador de Mango esgrime en su recurso una caída previa de Isak Andic ■ Además niega que acudiera tres veces a Montserrat antes de su muerte: lo hizo dos, una de excursión y otra que abortó porque llovía.
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🌱 ■ El hijo del fundador de Mango esgrime en su recurso una caída previa de Isak Andic ■ Además niega que acudiera tres veces a Montserrat antes de su muerte: lo hizo dos, una de excursión y otra que abortó porque llovía.
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🌱 ■ El hijo del fundador de Mango esgrime en su recurso una caída previa de Isak Andic ■ Además niega que acudiera tres veces a Montserrat antes de su muerte: lo hizo dos, una de excursión y otra que abortó porque llovía.
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🌱 ■ El hijo del fundador de Mango esgrime en su recurso una caída previa de Isak Andic ■ Además niega que acudiera tres veces a Montserrat antes de su muerte: lo hizo dos, una de excursión y otra que abortó porque llovía.
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Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Take this job

Rojie’s prompt today, just 85 hours and 50 minutes (or so?) until the first of June, is:

What is your own pet peeve about yourself?

Many years ago, in an earlier life, I was spending my days happily working at a job that excelled at keeping my mind busy. One day I saw there was an internal job posting that I thought sounded interesting. It was a white-collar, entry level job in IT and I kind of liked the thought of going to work wearing smart-casual shoes, chinos and a button down shirt instead of sneakers, jeans and a Grateful dead t-shirt. I had many some a few a couple of the minimum job qualifications so I applied and surprisingly, I got notified that I was selected to be interviewed for the job. Wow, great! Now what? Interviews for all the jobs I’d held to this point had been simple: Why do you want the job? You don’t use drugs, do you? Will you remember to come to work everyday? Ok, see you Monday morning at 8:00.

Now I was going to interview for a real job, one that meant something, and I needed to get some insight into interviewing. I got a book from the library about job interviews, and I actually read it and I was as ready as I could be.

The interview was with two people, the direct supervisor and the branch manager. The direct supervisor asked me questions and the branch manager sat there and stared at me like she thought I might steal something if she blinked, and if the goal was to intimidate, it worked.

The supervisor was nice and the interview was going well and a quick glance at the clock told me we’d been at it almost 10 minutes and I thought we had to be near the end because all my earlier job interviews had lasted like a minute or two and then the Staring Branch Manager broke her silence and threw me a curveball and asked me to talk about my greatest weakness. Ok, let’s play. I had read the book, and I knew what to possibly expect so I was sitting, waiting on the curveball and when I saw it headed right at me at 80 miles per hour I leaned back and took a swing for the fences and framed what I believed was my greatest weakness was into an actual strength. Thank you interview book!

Swing and a miss. There was no joy in Mudville when Casey struck out and there was no joy in that hot interview room because the Staring Branch Manager said, “How about you give me an answer that didn’t come from a book?”

Strike three.

This part, the part about the interviewer knowing what was in the book, wasn’t in the book. Thanks a lot interview book! Was she a mind reader? Had to be. Maybe she wrote the book, or certainly a book? I had nothing else to do at that point but panic. I answered poorly and that was that. Thank you, nice seeing you, blah, blah, blah. I left, and like The Wizard of Oz movie Dorothy who realized she was very happy right there in her own backyard, I just wanted to put my sneakers, jeans and t-shirt back on and return to my comfortable little backyard.

“If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with.” – Dorothy Gale

This is a really long way of saying that today’s prompt, “What is your own pet peeve about yourself?” reminded me of a job interview question.

If you’ve made it this far and are sitting there thinking, like the Staring Branch Manager who was likely a telepath, that he didn’t answer the question, I’ll just say that like everyone, I have pet peeves about myself, and when life starts to spiral for any reason it’s incredibly easy to get lost in that spiral which can lead to emotional overload. I work hard to not get lost in that spiral, to avoid the overload, but I admit I don’t always recognize it as quickly as I could.

You can decide for yourself if any of that is true.

Our Interview with Author Linda C Wright along with some clips from the Show.

https://midnight-publishing.org/2026/05/28/our-interview-with-author-linda-c-wright-along-with-some-clips-from-the-show/

🧘 ■ El motivo por el que las camas de los hoteles suelen tener cuatro almohadas: no es solo por decoración ■ También influyen, entre otras cosas, en cómo se percibe la habitación.
https://www.huffingtonpost.es/life/el-motivo-camas-hoteles-suelen-cuatro-almohadas-decoracion-f202605.html?int=MASTODON_WORLD

#life #dormir #hoteles #decoracion

A Truth Buried in My Phone

https://lauraleacupp.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/a-truth-buried-in-my-phone/

生活過的痕跡

#life #photography #mobilephotography #snapshot #写真 #街角スナップ

Comfort Food

https://diapersandstethoscope.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/comfort-food/

“African Boy”

https://megafeastamerica-dmgts.wordpress.com/2026/05/28/african-boy/

It's raining! 🙌

#Life #Weather

Johnny Depp_ #CaliforniaProperty_TMZ–Trespass

https://chiefxpressdog.net/2026/05/28/johnny-depp_-californiaproperty_tmz-trespass/

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On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

On practicing religion…

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

Every place I go, I make sure to visit a church and silently pray.

Am I practicing religion?

I never really know how to answer that question in one sentence.

I was born into a family with two religions. My mother was Protestant. My father was Roman Catholic. Growing up, faith was present in different forms, different prayers, different traditions, and different ways of understanding God. Maybe that is why, somewhere along the way, I stopped trying to place God inside only one room.

To me, God is everywhere.

I talk to Him before I sleep at night.
I pray when I wake up in the morning before my feet even touch the floor.
I pray before leaving home.
I pray when I arrive safely after work.
Sometimes my prayers are long.
Sometimes they are only whispers made from exhaustion, gratitude, fear, or hope.

I believe angels protect me and my family.
I believe there is a presence bigger than what my eyes can see.
And honestly, there were moments in my life where faith was the only thing quietly holding me together.

So do I practice religion?

Maybe not in the way some people expect.

I am not the perfect churchgoer.
I do not memorize many verses.
I cannot debate theology.
There are seasons when work, distance, responsibilities, and life itself pull me away from routines people often associate with religious devotion.

But faith still follows me everywhere.

It sits beside me during long drives to work in Thailand.
It waits for me in silent condominiums far away from home.
It travels with me through airports, hotel rooms, unfamiliar cities, and lonely nights.
It exists in the simple relief of hearing my children’s voices after a difficult day.
It exists in surviving things I once thought would break me completely.

Maybe religion, at its core, is not only about buildings, labels, or traditions.
Maybe sometimes it is about returning to God repeatedly, even in imperfect ways.

I think many people carry quiet forms of faith like this.

The mother who whispers a prayer while her child is sleeping.
The exhausted worker who says “Please guide me” before entering the office.
The traveler who looks out of an airplane window and silently thanks God for another chance at life.
The lonely person who still chooses to believe that heaven has not forgotten them.

Not all faith is loud.

Some faith lives softly inside routines.
Inside survival.
Inside gratitude.
Inside ordinary mornings.

And maybe that still counts.

Maybe God listens even to the prayers spoken half-awake beneath dim bedroom lights.
Maybe He hears tired people too.
Maybe He was never asking for perfection in the first place.

Only sincerity.

And if that is true, then perhaps I have been practicing faith all along.

💖💖💖

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宇宙を駆け抜ける一筋の光
Я запрошую вас у світле завтра

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"Master, mistress — welcome home!" Once associated with Japan's "otaku" subculture, maid cafes in Tokyo's Akihabara are now drawing tourists, couples and even families curious about the fantasy-themed experience. https://www.japantimes.co.jp/life/2026/05/28/travel/maid-cafe-japan/?utm_medium=Social&utm_source=mastodon #life #travel #maidcafe #akihabara #tokyo

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bYHIGjHZCSg

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#Sensual emotional #female #vocals, #deep #hypnotic #bass, slow #immersive #beats, atmospheric #electronic #textures and #reverbed #layered #soundscapes with #flowing #rhythmic #pulse and #dreamy #energy

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