Blog Challenge: Act Your Age

If you could go back to any age again, how old would you want to be and why?
What age would you least like to be and why?

Easy peasy. What age would I want to be? 7. What age could you not pay me to be again? 15.

Seven was a great age. If I had to go be a kid again, or if I got to be one for just one day, I'd be seven. I was in grade two that year with Miss Sharpe. I had lots of friends. Meredith and Rachel & Lisa lived a few houses away and I had lots of school and church friends. Seth was five and Robert was three so we could do some stuff together. Seven was a wonderful carefree year. Play, play, play and play some more. Outside in our big yard, at the park, inside in our huge playroom it didn't matter. There were no worries and any concerns we did have were brushed off.

I even remember very clearly the day I TURNED seven. It was a beautiful sunny Sunday and I was wearing my best dress and feeling on top of the world. One of the ladies told me "Seven is a very special number" and she's right. It was a great year.

In contrast, fifteen was a horrible year. I only had a handful of friends and I was in the middle of the very akward teen years. To this day I feel sorry for fifteen year old girls because I know how hard it can be. School seemed like it would *never* end, horomones are out of wack and every single small detail seems like an unsurmountable obstacle. I hated being fifteen.

The truth is though, I would never want to go "back". Maybe for one day but I have "been there done that" with many good memories and I have no desire to repeat my childhood.

Jumping on the blog quiz train

Stacy challenged us to post a quiz for our blog readers. After doing everyone else's quizzes for a few days, I've finally come up with my own. Have fun!

Blog Challenge: The Power of Words

Words can be powerful. Think of an occasion when someone blessed you with their words. (Conversely, words can be powerfully hurtful, too. Write about one of those instances if you must, but try to think of a positive memory instead.) Describe the circumstances surrounding the words that were powerful to you. Who said it? How did you react? How does it afffect you today?

Apparently I've never blogged this. I've told enough people about it but according to the search function, I've never blogged it.

Last year when I was in the middle of my job search I was emailing back and forth with Deb. I'd send her updates on my job and vent when I was frustrated. During that time she told me that I was "smart and articulate" I claimed those words as mine. I even went as far as to put them on a sticky note on my computer. They've stuck with me. SMART and ARTICULATE. That's me. That's the me that was brave enough to turn down a position with a company I loved in favour of the unknown. That's the me that was referred to a position that is perfect for me. That's the me that gets up every day and goes to work and communicates with people wether I want to or not. Those words gave me confidence then and they continue to encourage me.

Thanks Deb.

~Heidi