Describe your family dynamic of your childhood vs. your family dynamic now.

I've been getting more and more slack about following my list of blog titles lately. That's mostly because of blogs like this. I feel like I need to put alot of effort into trying to fully answer this, but I really don't have the energy to try and find words that could ever do justice to explaining what it really feels like to be in my family.

As a child, I had a simple family dynamic. I loved my family very much. My parents were, of course, able to handle any problem.They were so tall, too. They were fun, loving, and just parents. My brother and I were like twins in my mind, being about a year apart. We played together most days, occasionally fought, but always bounced back. My older sister was my role model in my mind: being four years older, everything she did was the coolest thing ever. Besides the occasional brattiness on one of our parts and deserved punishments, we had a fairly normal family.

When I was 14, I realized, rather harshly, that my parents can't solve any problem in the world, and that I did have to face consequences for problems I create. From 13-18 was a much less friendly family dynamic, mostly because my parents had two angsty teenage girls for two of the years, then Trish moved out and I continued to be angsty.  I argued with them frequently. Why are teenagers so belligerent and grating?

Now, we're back to our normal, happy family. Part of that is probably because I don't live with my parents. We talk frequently, I love them very much, and I visit them occasionally. There's not much more to say to that. The only difference is that, as a child, I saw my parents as gods in my world. Now, I realize that they aren't perfect, nor do they have all the answers. They, like me, are just regular people trying to live a life for Christ.

That aside, it's been a crazy week. I no longer believe in the curse of Friday the 13th. Here's my story:

A year ago, I got a part-time minimum wage job at a company with an office in town. Three months later, on a whim, I applied to a salaried position in the same building via Career Builder. Surprisingly, they interviewed me three times. I didn't get the job, but they gave me a different, full-time, hourly job with benefits and told me that they hoped I could move up to the other job eventually.  Wednesday, someone put in their two weeks. Yesterday, my promotion was announced. In one week, Mike got a good annual raise, I got a promotion, and my brother received a job offer for a great job with Habitat for Humanity out of college.

I feel excited and happy, but I also feel scared. Everything is going great, for the first time in a long time, which means something is bound to go badly. Also, I keep thinking of the song "Thank Goodness" from Wicked. "I couldn't be happier... but... there's a kind of a sort of cost, there's a couple of things get lost." 

Either way, I have my first "adult" job now. I feel like a real grown-up.