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Peak, Pit, Praise, and Prayer

Trying something new. Well, new for your eyes. I keep a journal and every night (or when I remember) and I write down my peak, pit, praise, and prayer for the day. It forces me to find the good in what appeared to be a really crappy day and really makes me think about the day I had. Rather than do this for everyday in week 4 and 5 ill just sum up both weeks.

Week 4

Peak: One of Dad's work friends was in FL and took me out to lunch. Not someone that I personally am close with but being around people who I know for just a few hours was better than lunch in the apartment alone. A familiar face, and that Chicago accent, made for a great afternoon!

Pit: Valentine's Day. Need I say more? Worked all day, listened to coworkers complain about what they did/didn't get from their Valentine, and was surrounded by families and their loved ones. It was quite disgusting.

Praise: I was (and still am) employed by one of the greatest companies. Everyday I am blessed to be apart of people's lives, even in the tiniest of ways. The experience working for Disney World is something I will forever be grateful for.

Prayer: This week I prayed a lot for my brother Christian. That he would continue to shine on us and guide us through the dark times.

Week 5

Peak: There was a little girl in one of my Turtle Talk shows who Crush wanted to talk to. When asked where she was from she responded the United States, questionable as she had an English accent. Crush asked her where specifically and she didn't know. We then moved on to talk to said girl's Mom. Crush asked Mom to narrow down where she lived and Mom announced that they don't live in America and never have. They were from England.

Pit: Was ALMOST late to work one day. Don't ask me how or why. Just know that when the bus pulled up at 3:23 I somehow managed to clock in on time at 3:30 at a location that is on the other side of the park from the bus stop. Don't ask questions, just be proud.

Praise: I love my job, there is no question about it. So when it is recognized by a guest (my enthusiasm, attitude, whatever...) it feels good. But its even better when the boss notices :) This week I am thankful that my attitude was recognized by the boss-man.

Prayer: For everyone back home dealing with the weather, that it begins to get warmer for you all!


And that's a wrap on week 5. Tomorrow starts another 5 day stretch of work for week 6. This week I will #doitforCJ.

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