I've had a weird Christmas holiday.
I let my boys go to Austin for two weeks, since they were out of school,
and I had to work,
and they wanted to spend time with their dad.
But, I still wanted to see them for Christmas Day.
So, the day before Christmas, I rode the Greyhound Bus down to Austin
to spend less then 48 hours with my boys, staying at my-almost-ex-inlaws' home.
It was weird.
No one was rude or inhospitable.
But things were definitely different.
No matter how uncomfortable I was, I'm glad I went to be with my children.
That was most important.
And while traveling (I have a post coming up tomorrow about my bus experience) the five hours there and six hours back, I read a book called Three Cups of Tea.
And now I want to run off to Pakistan and help build schools.
Because the chlidren there are the true casualties of all this fighting and war.
And they deserve an education.
So that there can be change.
What I've read has inspired me.
Greg Mortenson, someone with very little money, made a HUGE difference.
and continues to do so.
And to me, that is motivational.
The True Meaning of Life.
Giving what you can.
So, while I am in a difficult time in my life.
Going through a divorce,
living with my parents again,
trying to figure out how to make it on my own,
while raising two boys...
there is so much worse out there in the world.
and I need to remember that.
And be thankful for what I do have.
I need to find my path.
Figure out what I need to do to find purpose in life.
So, really, I think I spent my Christmas in Pakistan.