How to find purpose the hard way

06/20/2026 / toseealife / Leave a comment

You know how sometimes you have those really deep conversations with friends about life?

Well, it doesn’t actually happen to me that often, but it did this last Sunday.

A friend of mine and my sister’s was telling us about her uncertainty about what she’s supposed to do going forward. Chase dreams? Pick the steady job she has a better shot of getting? Even if she doesn’t feel that passionate about it.

I’ve had the same questions. So has my sister. All of us could relate to the feeling that we’re not fulfilling our purpose. I’ve had it often.

I think most people in their 20s have that feeling, but from what I’ve heard, people in their 30s and 40s do also.

We all hold ourselves to this standard in our minds of what really matters, and what our lives should accomplish.

It’s admirable to want to do something good for the world, but I wonder if a lot of the time, it’s more of a wish not to be forgotten.

I used to obsess over this, but through prayer and self reflection, really mainly in the last year, I came to realize a few things about why I think about it so much.

While there is some genuine wish to please God, and help people, in there, I found a lot of this desire of mine was from frusteration.

See, I wasn’t happy with my life, so I blamed the lack of accomplishing anything big. As if accomplishing something big would magically make me feel happy and fulfilled.

Yet if we look at the classic hidden lives and mental health crash outs of famous people and philanthropists, it doesn’t seem like that formal fully works.

There is the rare do-gooder who is very happy and fulfilled, but most often, it’s because their goal was more specific than just doing something big and important.

I finally noticed, reading the stories of famous do gooders like Mother Teresa, or David Wilkerson, or Corrie Ten Boom, or even others like Frederick Douglas, Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, any and all kinds of people. From Gandhi to Churchill, often the story really starts small.

None of these people really set out to do huge good things. Most of them just saw people around them who had a need, and they tried to help it. And that grew into something bigger.

Others of us, it never happens that way. Some people live out their lives helping only one person at a time. And in the eyes of the world, that’s a small thing.

Yet, one has to wonder, what really is the difference between changing one person’s life forever, and changing a thousand people’s lives? Except number.

Yet, if that one person you helped goes on to help millions of others, then you did help more.

It’s one reason teachers like teaching. We love to reach the individual and bring out their potential, and then see them use it to help way more people than we ever could.

It’s hard to quantify change. You could save one person’s life, and they could go on to save hundreds. Like the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life” portrays so well.

As all this began sinking in, I noticed that I discount a lot of the things I’ve done to help people.

In my short life, I’ve always tried to reach out to people who were lonely, or in trouble.

Often, I never really knew whether it helped or not.

Once in highschool on a mission trip, a girl confided in me about some horrible things she’d undergone at home. I didn’t know how to help except to listen. Later after the trip, she asked to stay at my house overnight one time, and my family and I agreed.

She left my church not long after that, I don’t know what happened to her. I hope her life got better. I wished I could do more.

Another girl opened up to my sisters and I about her home life as well, and other things she struggled with. We listened, we didn’t judge, and we gave her the best advice we could but tried not to sound preachy.

Unfortunately, another leader reported what happens to CPS, without waiting to verify all the details, and things got worse instead of better. The family left the church, unsurprisingly. We lost touch with her, but we did run into her again a year or so ago, and she seemed to be doing better. We know at least she didn’t blame us for what happened, but life gets in the way sometimes.

When I was in college, I befriended a girl at my dance class for a short time, who had major issues. She was high every class, usually. Once I went to a party with her and some guys from the class. I didn’t like the party, and I left early, but she asked me to take her home and I did. I’m pretty sure she’d have been SA-ed that night if I hadn’t, she was already drunk and buzzed when I arrived, and she had no sense of self protection based on what I knew of her life.

I remember the guys from class, who maybe wouldn’t have been that bad, but there were other people there who I didn’t know about, later said I was a good person because I was willing to take her home. I figured a small inconvenience to me was better than leaving her in that situation. I didn’t really realize how few people do things like that, at least, how few people those guys must have known.

They were kind of creeps anyway. But they all left me alone after that. Maybe they knew where I stood, maybe they were ashamed. I’m not sure. Mostly, men don’t bother me who have poor intentions. They can read me better than that. (A few exceptions here and there).

I learned that what I considered basic decency came off as usual to people who weren’t raised the way I was. It doesn’t always take a lot to make an impression.

I’m glad as a Christian at least they didn’t think I was a hypocrite. I believe I scared them a little just by not engaging in party behavior.

But the girl in question kind of just used me and then once I wasn’t willing to just be used, she cut contact. I didn’t resent it though, because I knew she had deep problems and likely, she just had no clue how to maintain a healthy friendship. It wasn’t personal.

Other times, I’ve been burned and it did bother me. Mostly when people in church act that way.

This ties back into my talk with my friend, as she’s had similar experiences with people at church.

I wished I could pass on my experience to her in a way that would help her understand that it’s these choices, one after another, that add up.

I often find it frustrating that I never know the result of the things I do to help people. But I do remind myself, that the result is really only gratifying to me, it doesn’t really matter that much when it comes to deciding the right thing. Other than, we should learn from how effective something is.

I’ve tried to improve the lives of all the kids I’ve babysat for over years as my side job. I never really got to see results there either. I often bemoaned to God that it was so infuriating to care about these kids, often more than their own parents did, but be able to do nothing about it.

Still, I don’t really know for sure that I never made a difference. I still remember things my favorite teachers and babysitters did when I was a kid myself. Their kindness made an impression even when I didn’t always have a lot of conversations with them.

While talking to my friend about wanting to find purpose, I decided to try a new tactic other than just practical advice.

I began to ask her and my sister what they most valued in life. And what would they want God to say to them tomorrow if He could say anything?

[I found that an interesting question for myself also.]

They answered with things like sincerity, honesty, humility, intimacy with people.

I pointed out something interesting to them. That the goals they told me they had actually didn’t fully align with those values. They were separate from them.

I mean, you could have those things with those goals, but it wouldn’t be required.

I myself could see in my own values that actually some of mine reflect wanting bigger goals more, but others don’t.

One my biggest values is Justice, and it drives me crazy when people don’t uphold that standard. That leads me to pick fights that other people think is a waste of time. Which also drive me up the wall.

At times, yes, it’s okay to let stuff go, and I’m working on that, yet I think others let things go way too often when it would hurt other people besides just them to do so.

In fact, one thing that convinced my mom to kick my dad out was us showing her how much his actions were affecting us, not just her. She could block it out for herself, but hearing how desperate we were was a wake up call. All of us were so much better off once he was gone.

Honestly now my dad has improved his life a lot, but it never would have happened while he had us to blame for things instead of having to fix them himself. I still wouldn’t choose to live with him again, but I’m not hostile to him.

In the end, doing the hard thing improved all our lives.

It’s choices like that that really shape us. Not some obscure big goal we have.

The problem with big goals is that they are often out of reach during our current situation. It’s convenient because we can’t really be expected to do anything about them. They make us feel like good people because we wish for them, but we don’t have to do anything actually good.

I know so many people who say they would like to make the world better, but hide in their house every day and don’t like making friends or risking interacting with people.

People who would say they care about the homeless, but walk by people asking for money.

I’m not guiltless of doing this, but I try to give when I can, even if it’s a few dollars. It’s not because I think of myself as some saint, but because I was taught that little things are how we prepare for big things.

I told my friend that one thing God told me about being stuck in small jobs and places, was that “He who is faithful with little will be faithful with much.”

Also that “to him who has more will be given, but to him who has not, even what he has shall be taken away.”

We’re all stewards, I told her. What you have now isn’t what you want, but it’s the opportunities and place you have now. If you make the most of it, then God will give you more eventually when you’re ready. So if you feel like He’s telling you to wait now, that might be why.

Also, sometimes the opportunities that really lead to big things aren’t what we think.

My current job was a very non glamorous, ordinary small job. I can’t go into detail, but it’s put me in a very unique position to do something a lot bigger than I expected to do at it. It won’t be glamorous really, and I probably won’t get credit for it, but it will matter.

And it’s not a nice sitioant that I’m in, but it is a strageti one.

I never would have imaig this placeholder job would open up someitn liekt hit it me. I don’t really want it, but now that it’s happened, I see that God might have lined it up for me specinailanl, as just ofn instins Iv’ had since I took the job, whit no togth of it ending this way, somehow led to me being protected and prepared for what happened.d

[I may explain it more in another post when it’s less problematic to.]

What I didn’t tell my friend was that in my opinion, she’s not ready for the things she wants. She has good intentions, but I could see where she does still need to grow. I didn’t think I should say that, since life is already telling her that, and people don’t always needs us to be that brutally honest.

But hey, even if she got what she wanted now anyway, I’d stand by my advice.

The hard truth is big stuff is pretty stressful. Now that I’m dealing with a big thing, I’m only waiting for it to be over because it’s really a lot.

Yet, I see that I might be the only one willing to do it.

That’s honestly, I think, what real opportunity looks like.

It won’t be the flashy thing everyone wanted to get, probably. At least, not for most of us.

Most of us, the biggest thing we’ll achieve, will come in the form of a crisis that we’re handed, and we can choose to deal with the right or wrong way. It won’t look like an important goal when it happens, but at the other end, we may find it opened something up.

I hope that’s what happens with me. Still, even if it doesn’t, I know I need to do what’s right.

Funny, all my coworkers complain about the job, and I was the one who complained the least, but none of them that I know of tried to do anything about it.

I notice the same pattern in life. People who complain about wanting purpose, rarely are the ones trying to find it (some exceptions exist).

Viktor Frankl, the famous Auschwitz survivor who wrote “Man’s Search for Meaning” noted in the book that he found that men don’t need to know a grand purpose for their life nearly as much as they need to know the purpose of what they’re currently doing.

And if they don’t feel a purpose in it, they should move to find something else, or try to change their perspective, if they can’t change their situation.

I thought about this.

I think it’s really the same as Peter telling the church to do everything they do as to God. Or that famous quote about being a great street sweeper.

Or even as the movie “Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day” put it. “It ain’t what you do, it’s the way that you do it, that’s what gets results.”

Purpose is something you have to see in what you do already.

See, nothing really is meaningless, unless you don’t do it for a reason.

Acting like you’re brain damaged, and doing things on compulsion, that’s living without a purpose.

One thing I try to do, is no matter what I’m doing, I do it intentionally.

If I’m relaxing, I do it on purpose. If I’m working, I do it on purpose. If I’m writing, I do it on purpose.

When I confront someone, I do it intentionally, I don’t just rush into a fight usually. I used to, learned the hard way it didn’t work.

Well, I can’t say it always work out even now, but that’s more on them for not wanting to try than on me, I’m always willing to find a solution.

The rough part is realizing other people would much rather let a problem fester than fix it, if fixing it would require stepping outside their behavior patterns.

C’est la vie.

There are two kinds of people in the world. Those who try to adapt themselves to a challenge, and those who find the biggest challenge is adapting themselves instead of trying to adapt others to fix their preferences.

Without exception the worst parents, teachers, and leaders I’ve known were in the second category.

The best ones were able to roll with the punches and find new solutions to issues.

And I’ve some to see it’s the same in every other area of life.

Finding your purpose, doing a good job, it’s all something you have to adapt to and do with intention.

I don’t mean you should chase after some vague goal to find your purpose. That’s not actually doing anything with what you have now. That’s the problem.

We all have tools. Heck, if you’re reading this, you at least have technology. There’s a lot you can do with what you’re holding in your hand. If you only use it to doom scroll, that’s on you.

I say this as someone who’s never had money, connections, fame, or a huge amount of charisma. I can’t claim to be popular with everyone or have the secret to winning anyone over. I can’t claim to be rich or influential to many people.

I can claim to have self respect and a sense of purpose in what I do.

I guess it’s up to my friends, students, and you if you think that’s more worth listening to than the big success stories.

I at least know my way works, for me, and for others too. That’s something.

That’s why I tell my Sunday School class, look at the people around you if you want to start serving God even as kids. It’s your siblings, your parents, your classmates, your friends who you can influence the most right now.

All of us might save someone’s life without even knowing it.

Here’s a couple things about myself I’ve learned from the many challenges I’ve dealt with:

Where others take cover, I take action.
When others stand aside, I stand up.
Where others back off, I go for back up.
When I see a problem, I find a solution.
If I can help, I will.
If it’s up to me to change, I would rather change than stay comfortable.
When there’s nothing I can do, I try to find someone who can do something.

I mean some of these are similar to each other, but I think each thing sums up what is not the common attitude, and why that makes all the difference.

We all think we’re unique, but the real test of uniqueness is not in being quirky or creative or having taletns.

It’s what you do with that once the fire’s lit, and the die is cast, and your back’s up to the wall.

It’s when you’ll risk something to do something right.

That’s what makes you different.

Honestly, the world may not reward you for that.

Because, being rewarded by the world is not unique, it’s what everyone wants. Pursuing that won’t make you different.

Ignoring that makes you different.

Either we can conclude then, like the villain in Zootopia 2 “I don’t want to be different.”

Or we can be Judy Hopps and say that it matters more to care than to be safe or accepted.

[Can’t believe I just used a movie I don’t even like as an example. But I guess that proves I’m open minded.]

I will let you all in on a secret though.

God gives the people who will make that sacrifice the biggest tasks. Even if they seem small to us, they are the biggest ones to Him.

One has to remember that martyrdom is one of God’s highest honors, according the Bible, because it’s a rare person who can accept it.

Often, God also gives out the more flashy tasks to those people too.

I can’t pretend to predict God’s ways for any one individual, and I’m certainly not saying people shouldn’t try to achieve big goals.

I’m saying big builds off of small. So if you feel lost, start with what’s in front of you.

Like I told my friend, in church, we’re raised with those overnight success stories. God healed someone instantly, set them free of addiction in one minute, gave them money through a miraculous event, gave them a big charity in a few months.

The Bible has a bunch of miracles like that too.

So what’s wrong with us if we dont’ get that.

What gets overlooked in church often is that the Bible is also full of miracles that took up to 40, 50, or 80 years to happen. Sometimes longer.

Also that often big miracles only followed a series of small obedience steps. Even for Jesus.

And that the biggest miracles of all according to God, are saving people’s souls, which anyone can help with, even if they don’t see signs and wonders.

It’s harder to move a heart than to move a mountain.

And for every big Christian success story,there are probably hundreds more of people enduring things for a long time and doing things to fix it with God’s guidance, rather than getting the quick fix.

We just don’t like focusing on those stories, because it’s not easy.

That’s the point though. That’s normal life.

I for one prefer to think of it this way. I’d rather feel purposeful than empty.

That’s what I got for you today, folks.

See you next time, and stay honest– Natasha.

Our restraining order got denied… what a day.

04/11/2026 / toseealife / Leave a comment

So… I’ve not been sure what to write about, everything has been insane lately.

Remember how I said last year was rough? Well this year is already looking to be a close second, though, at least currently, I’m not jobless and my car is working, so two things are off the list. I hope it stays that way.

However, family drama is never far away.

My dad’s mother passed away in February, and my mom’s mother, who we live with, has steadily worsening dementia, and we just found out, her diabetes has gotten worse to the point where she now will need insulin (it was type II, before, so we thought diet would keep it under control, but it’s not working.)

Also in February or early March, my mom’s felon brother, who has been out of prison for about 6 years, but still in Texas, called up my sister and asked to speak to our grandma.

She told him, so he says, that we weren’t letting her drive (she’d just lost her license) and wouldn’t show her the letter from the DMV (we’d showed her multiple times and she said she couldn’t understand it), and weren’t taking her to medical appointments (actually Mom had just refused to take her to the doctor to ask about the DMV notice, since we’d already been to the doctor for her check up.)

So he gets on the phone with my mom, (who he once knocked unconscious as a young adult, and did many other horrible things to her before that), and begins cussing her out, calling her names I can’t write and threatening to come and evict us from the house, that he does not own, if we don’t give him proof we’ve been taking care of our grandma. Namely the DMV notice about her losing her licence.

I did some digging today, and found out both him threatening to evict us and demanding that confidential document, (which is considered confidential by our state because it involves mental and physical health), are illegal activities.

Especially since our grandma does not want us to move out, despite what he claims. We’ve asked her and she says it’s fine for us to live here–and we’re now taking care of her 24/7 bent the four of us. Making sure she takes her meds, gets to the doctor, gets exercise (when we can), gets food since she wont eat anything but snacks if we don’t cook for her and persuade her to eat, and also making sure she gets to visit our aunt, her only other family in our state.

Oh, and we’re helping pay for her bills. And now her car, that she can’t even legally drive anymore.

And my mom is doing all her finances, since she can’t remember how to do it herself now.

My uncle accused us of neglecting her. Him, the deadbeat son who pity pleaded our grandma into giving him her trailer and truck, for free. And has always mooched off her. Also who has hit her in the past, which I only found out in the last month.

Yes, sure he’s so worried about her safety.

Our aunt, who he’s also been violent too, says she feels sorry since our grandma is his last person who actually cared about him–but even our grandma doesn’t want him to visit, since she thinks he’s better off in Texas, and honestly, he stresses her out, and now that she has dementia, any stress really shuts her down.

Now, that, and he’s a convicted felon for…get this, pedophilia, and for assaulting someone who tried to stop him from dating their under-aged daughter…not the first time he was violent with people outside the family too.

Somehow, he avoided jail time in our state for many offenses, but leave it to Texas to finally call someone out on their bull crap. He was in prison for decades, and it was totally deserved.

That being said, you’d think that my mom filing a restraining order on him would be seen as way overdue by our judges.

Nope.

A judge today, somehow, looked at this convicted felon/abuser/pedophile, and then looked my mom in the face and told her she thought we were “biased against him” and that him cussing not only my mom, but also me and my sister out, over the phone–which she had a recording of that she played in court– was just showing his “humanity” because he cared about my grandmother.

And yes my mom submitted statements that he’d abused my grandmother in the past.

. . .

The judge threw out the recording of the threats as evidence because she told me since I didn’t ask for his consent to record him, it was illegal.

We live in one of the three states where that’s illegal, which I didn’t realize. Almost any other state, we could have nailed him with that.

And even in our stupid state, it’s not always illegal. I looked it up. There is an exception clause, which is if there was extortion, threats, or violence, the court can rule it was justifiable. Especially if the person knew there were other people watching or listening, which, as I told him we were there, he did know.

Since he was trying to extort confidential documents from us, by threat to come and throw us out of the house, that I repeat, he does not own, yes, he was extorting us.

So, had the court chosen to use the exception clause, I was totally valid in recording him. But the problem is, it’s a matter of interpretation of the court for that clause, so while they can choose to recognize it, they don’t have to.

My mom had already submitted a transcript for the conversation, so I don’t even know why the judge used the recording, since we were told it couldn’t be submitted.

I don’t know how after hearing it though, and reading the transcript, where he clearly extorted us, and hearing my answer that I recorded him because I thought he was threatening us– she could conclude that I was the one violating the law.

Then my uncle accused me of snatching the phone away from my grandma (which didn’t happen, I asked for it and she gave it to me) and the judge looked at me and said “because that’s elder abuse.”

I wanted to scream at her.

I told her, rightly, that I didn’t remember snatching the phone away, only him asking to speak to my mom and me giving it to her.

My sister confirmed that I didn’t do it.

And, I thought…with his history of using my grandma, how is taking the phone possibly more elder abuse than his actions anyway? Even if I had done it, which I didn’t.

But she didn’t ask me to explain what happened.

Instead, she asked me if I drove my Grandma’s car, which we’re making payments on.

And yes, she knew my grandma cant’t drive it anymore.

I said I had never driven it, which I never have. Neither me nor my sister have, only my mom used it a few times to take my Grandma to appointments, which is a service to her since she has a hard time driving.

We all have our own cars we use for our needs, but the judge never asked us that question.

She asked if I pay rent, I don’t.

My grandma doesn’t pay for their house either, she has a reverse mortgage because of other family members who left her in debt thanks to not telling her their medical expenses. We’re the only ones who’ve ever lived with her (other than my aunt maybe), who’ve cleaned, cooked, and helped her pay for stuff. We don’t even pay rent, but we pay for other stuff and earn our keep. We cleaned her house, maintained her yard, and took care of her dog before it had to get put down.

We do everything for her now.

Even if we were using her car for ourselves, which we aren’t, it might be considered fair trade for doing all the other things we do.

Does the judge ask this? No.

My uncle had accused us of elder abuse, and clearly, she was looking for ways to make him right. She didn’t ask for more details about how we take care of our grandma, though my mom submitted proof that we do take her to appointments.

Nothing.

She then dismissed the case, and denied us our restraining order.

Also she wanted my uncle to record any future conversations with us to “protect himself.”

Yes… she told the felon to protect himself from the 3 law abiding citizens. Two of us haven’t even had a parking ticket, let alone any misdemeanor.

And we’re all women, and he’s a violent, older man with a criminal record of using guns on innocent people.

Who currently is off parole, meaning he can drive out here, and bring a gun.

But hey, why bother with those little minor details? She wasn’t even willing to look at that part of the story, my mom said.

I’m…amazed as this jduge.

Even if she threw out the case as not having enough evidence, which for a domestic abuse charge, was possible, she could have warned my uncle to avoid any future misdemeanors because of his actions. She could have made it less obvious she didn’t believe us… she could have, I don’t know, at least asked if he’d sign a non-official agreement to give us space, which she did with a different case about a restraining order that day.

She did none of that.

She basically gave him a free pass to keep calling my grandma, who won’t even take his calls, and that’s not because of us. She wasn’t doing it before this whole debacle happened. She only even talked to him at all be my sister put her on.

And this is how he thanked us. By cussing us all out and threatening to evict us.

I repeat, it’s illegal to threaten that and use it to extort information out of people, when you don’t own the house they live in. Even if my grandma wanted us out, the local sheriff would be responsible, not my uncle.

The stupidity of this judge is something else.

And the worst of it is, if he does come out here, it will be her fault.

Of course, we’ll press charges if he does anything, but if he hurt one of us before that, I would find that a tough thing to forgive our court system for.

And I’m sure you, the reader, will think we have more than enough reason to be worried about it based on his history. But somehow, the judge, who hears this crap every day, doesn’t think so.

Only in a blue state, am I right?

Some silver lining, I suppose, is that this is the first time anyone in my family ever went this far to stop my uncle. He’s never faced any consequences for anything. My grandma basically even covered for him in the past.

She doesn’t approve of his behavior, but she doesn’t punish it.

Now he knows that we will document and report his behavior, so even if he technically got away with it this time, he shouldn’t risk pissing us off again. Next time, we’ll be more ready for it.

Also, I highly doubt even a judge in this state would let him go after a second offense, if there was already a restraining order request on file.

It’s still idiotic he was let off the hook this time at all, given all the reasons to rule in our favor, but it does make a statement to him.

While he’s no doubt not going to stop trying to harass us in some way, he probably will be more careful.

And I doubt he’ll show up here in person. If he does, he’ll have to behave.

We do have a cop who lives next door, and security cameras, now, so if he does anything to us, people will know. We’ve told the cop about our situation, and our other neighbors, so if they hear screaming or yelling or anything, they will know the reason for it. My family is pretty quiet, so that would be very weird for us and would be bound to draw attention.

We do have a case number with the police as well, in case he repeats this behavior.

Even with that, we don’t feel perfectly safe, but if he does anything to us, he will go either back to jail, or at least, back into being no-contact.

Still, I really wanted him to get officially punished, because I told him on the phone, that I didn’t like how he talked to my mother, and he cursed me out for that and then her again.

And seeing the near breakdown both my mom and my sister had after that conversation was enough to piss me off.

I’m not normally the type to retaliate against people, but when you mess with my family’s safety, you get my wrath.

I’ve learned to be tough because of crap like this.

My uncle is worse than my dad, my dad at least kept his distance after a while without us having to resort to the legal system. And my dad only ever threatened to hurt me badly, he never actually hurt me that bad. He didn’t threaten mu mom at least, though he did yell at her.

He could have been worse, I now see…but that doesn’t make his behavior okay. Less bad is still bad.

He’s been civil to us though, for a while now, and we occasionally still talk, though it’s only for emergencies now.

My uncle is another story. He’s always been a bully.

His father was one too, but that is no excuse. I don’t bully people, though I was treated the way I was by my dad.

And even if my uncle could claim he has issues because of his dad, that in no way means he can’t control himself about cursing out woman and hitting them till they get knocked unconscious. There’s a clear line between anger issues, and domestic violence.

I don’t justify having anger issues anyway. I had anger problems too, but I worked through them to become self controlled. It wasn’t easy at first since I grew up with an angry, out of control person, but I kept trying and with a lot of prayer, and some good advice, I got myself in check.

So it’s not like you can’t choose to be better than your parents.

My uncle is just a bad person, and always has been. He uses everyone around him, but he can play the sad, lonely son when he needs to, which he did, for the court.

I find it unbelievable that the judges, who see abuse all the time, can fall for this garbage, but I know it works a lot more times than it should.

I know judges aren’t always fair, but it seemed so clear cut in this case, we thought no one could miss it.

We could appeal, but appeals rarely ever work in cases like this. We’d need more evidence.

We’re hoping now that we won’t need it. It may be, now that he knows we’ll do it, he won’t risk it. Depends on how rational he is now. No one who knows him is very sure of it, which doesn’t fill me with confidence.

But I would like to think, even if he’s stupid, he won’t want to go back to jail when he’s already in his 60s.

Maybe that’s why the judge feels sorry for him, because he’s too old, and she thinks he’s not a threat… but anyone with a weapon could still be a threat.

My sisters and I are pretty smart about not putting ourselves in dangerous situations, but we can’t always be around and we’re not strong enough to fight him off. Even if he didn’t have a weapon. My dad was older too when he hit me, but I could still tell he was more than strong enough to kill me if he wanted to.

You know, not to be that woman, but I wonder if men really realize what it’s like to be a woman and know that every man you know, almost, could kill you easily if he wanted to.

Men, they have range, you know. They might meet maybe 50% or more of other men who could kill them with their bare hands, number might be higher to lower depending on the man’s fighting skills and size and strength.

Women, we have chances of overcoming less than 1% of men. They’d have to be disabled, unusually weak, or we’d have to be much taller and stronger than the average woman.

My sister is pretty tall and strong for a woman, she might be able to beat a shrimpy guy, but any normal sized guy, she’d still be too weak.

I’m glad not all men want to hurt women, but I think more men should understand that we can never be sure of that until we know the guy well.

Even then, my dad would act normal to other people, and only show that violent, scary side to us, to people who could escape him. My uncle was similar, though sometimes that side came out even around outsiders, as I said.

That’s the scary part. You don’t know a man till he’s had you at his mercy.

I’d urge other women to pay attention to how men act when they have you at their mercy or in their debt in any way, even if it’s not physical danger.

Not every man will beat you up, of course…but every man who bullies you in one area, will in another, in my experience.

If a man never bullies you, then you can be pretty sure he’s safe.

It’s all about power. Even verbal manipulation is a form of power, so it’s a turn off to me when men do that, even if I think they wouldn’t take it to the next level–because, then how can you know? It started off verbal with my dad, and then it got worse…because if you don’t stop it early, they will push your limits till they cross over a line.

Then they always act surprised when you snap. He always did.

He even told my aunt he thought we’d always let him get away with that stuff, before we kicked him out.

I come off, I’m told, as intimidating. As harsh, sometimes. As combative (not always that one, but sometimes.)

I look at my life, and I want to ask people… what do you expect?

I am not a mean person. I’m actually usually very considerate, and polite, and I try to be kind and generous also.

Yet, people don’t like to get close to me. One woman said I give the impression that I let people get away with stuff to a certain point, but then I don’t. Which is accurate.

No guy around us ever messes with me, or my sisters.

And I know it’s because of me, because sometimes people say things to that effect. They just know, you don’t mess with Natasha’s family.

I get messed with, I get mistreated by people, because I take it more for myself then I do for my family…but no one messes with them, usually.

I think I go too far, honestly, defending them.

But no one defended me when I was being pushed around, abused, and neglected, by my family.

Or picked on by other people, over and over again, because I didn’t know how to stop it.

I was always a fighter, but I didn’t have the tools to fight back enough to get it to end.

I felt like today, maybe I should have been more prepared.

But once I looked up the law on it, I realized the judge really was in the wrong. Sure, some of it was up to her discretion… but she had plenty of reason to use that exception clause, she chose not to, and to suspect us, the people who documented everything, of elder abuse.

And my uncle, who couldn’t bother to follow through on calling his mom in as a witness, she chose to believe was the one telling the truth.

Unbelievable.

She even admitted that maybe, she could accept the stories my mom told about this happened, but…it wasn’t enough.

See, you have to wonder.

It’s not like we’re trying to send him to jail. I might understand hesitating to send someone to jail without enough hard evidence.

But just to keep him from harassing us further? And his mother, who is not able to even appear at court since she can’t understand the proceedings of it anymore? Like… he already lives in another state, is it really going that far to stop him from visiting us?

It’s not like she’s ruining his life, here, if she takes our side.

That’s what boggles my mind. There’s nothing to lose on his part, except the right to talk to his mother, who doesn’t want to talk to him and doesn’t take his calls, so nothing changes for him.

It’s just him being mad that he’s being told no. It’s not about real change happening.

And though we told our grandma what happened, and added his number to her contacts, he’d already changed his number since the last time he called her, so who knows how long that will last?

He’ll probably blame us for her not answering, but we never stopped her from doing it. Until he threatened us, we never took any steps to stop him at all, other than to stop him from moving in with us while my sister was still a minor and he was a convicted pedophile… which I think was kind of well within my mom’s rights to be worried about.

The judge seems to think we’re taking advantage of our grandma by taking care of her. My grandma can’t afford in-home care, we’re her best option right now.

We hope maybe to get some kind of care for her if she gets any worse, since it might be beyond our abilities, but even then we’d have to do it for her, she wouldn’t do it herself.

In fact, she’d be dead if we didn’t live here, because we help her eat right and she would have died from blood sugar problems by now if we hadn’t taken the steps we did last year to start controlling her diet and medication more.

My uncle, if he came here and kicked us out, like he threatened, would not take care of her. He’s never taken care of anyone. She’d die for sure.

If the judge were to approve of that, she’d be responsible for that death.

Luckily, that’s very unlikely to happen. That’s a different court hearing, and I doubt he’d win that tone. We’re planning to document stuff more so he won’t have the slightest chance of it, but, we shouldn’t even have to do that. The whole thing was so stupid.

I wish we could do something else, but we can’t, right now anyway. Can’t even afford a lawyer.

Or finances are very tight, we’re still paying off car repairs, and other debt. Most of which we only went into because we had no choice. We live simply, and even then, expenses pop up that we can’t predict, like new health concerns for our grandma, or new car repairs. Also my dad just ended up in the hospital after falling off a ladder, meaning he can’t send my mom his support checks for a few months at least.

So…great.

Seems like whenever we plan to try to get ahead, something else happens.

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Well, that’s it for now. Stay honest–Natasha

Insight from Customer Service

02/14/2026 / toseealife / Leave a comment

Just here to drop this thought:

I’ve started working at an elderly living home, just in the dining room.

So far, it’s been going well, fingers crossed it stays that way. The residents like me, and my co-workers aren’t nightmares.

One thing I’ve realized, and this isn’t a new thought for m,e but it’s always reinforced by new experiences: People are the same.

Doesn’t matter how old you are, or how young.

People just want to be treated like they’re important, like they matter.

Elderly people are often crabby and unhappy… it can be annoying, but I can see why. They’re losing mobility, mental clarity, health… and friends and family.

It must be hard to be cheerful knowing that your usefulness in life is coming to a close, and much fewer people care about you when you’re not useful anymore.

I also work with children and youth often, and just last night I was having a conversation with some teens at my youth group.

I won’t go into the details, but they actually were listening to me, not because I was smart, but because I spoke to them like they were real people, like I could see theirs die, even though I didn’t always agree.

I personally hate getting written off as “too young” by people, though now that I’m getting close to 30, it won’t be a problem for much longer.

Yet, I’m mostly the same person I was at 15 that I am now, I’ve refined my style, and become more patient, more experienced with some things, but my values are the same, and so are my interests. My beliefs haven’t changed.

Essentially, I was who I was at 15, just as much as I would be at 30.

Things aren’t so complicated as we make them out to be.

I’ve never met any kid who totally changed as they aged, they might become more shy, or more bold, but part of who they are is always the same. They still wanted to be cared about.

My dad’s mom just passed away, and she was the same person, in many ways, at 90 that she was at 30.

When you work with people, you realize the key to service is caring about everyone, not to the point where you’re obsessed with people pleasing, but to see them as people with needs and wants and who could use a little more happiness in their day to day lives.

No matter who we are, we can provide that for someone else. It’s what makes the world run… All the cruel people who run our systems, and exploit everyone under them, they don’t hold the world up. They could never keep it going if not for the kind people who still go out of their way to do good.

Which is why every culture that eliminates good people collapses within 50 years. usually less.

The world will deny it, but, kind people are essential.

And if we treated each other like other people who have problems, just like we do in our own lives, and thought about that instead of brushing it off as unimportant when we’re in pain… well, we’d be a lot kinder.

It’s not a new thought. It’s not really a profound thought. It’s just true.

I can’t say anything new, as the quote goes, everything worth saying has been said (or something like that)

But I also think you can never hear (or read) this too many times. We all need the reminder everyday to focus on being kind and compassionate.

So that’s all I got today, folks, stay honest– Natasha.

Net Worth

12/23/202512/23/2025 / toseealife / Leave a comment

I know I’ve been MIA for a while. Life got crazy, and often this blog ends up on the back burner.

But I’ve been happy to see a lot of people are still visiting it anyway. Thank you all for your support.

This year has been one of the hardest I’ve gone through since before my dad moved out.

Just a list of things that have happened:

I went to the ER while on vacation.
My new (used) car needed two major repairs within the same year and a few smaller ones.
I lost one job and wasn’t able to continue the other because of school work being too much.
I had an ear infection that cost me some of my hearing in one ear.
I had my laptop break down and it took three tries to find a replacement.
I cut off my dad again.
My cat disappeared for 4-5 days straight (luckily someone found her).
Debit card got hacked and I had to freeze it.

Honestly, there was more, I just can’t remember it all at once.

At the same time, I did accomplish some cool things this year.

I had three yard sales that raised near to $1000 in total that helped me repay my car debt.

I had friends who contributed to a GoFundMe for another $600.

I was able to finish some stories and start a podcast.

I organized almost my entire house, cleared out the garage, got rid of unnecessary things, sold others, and fumigated our shed for termites (all with my families help).

We cleared out our storage unit also so we don’t have to pay for that anymore.

Despite all the setbacks, I was able to set aside some money.

Thankfully, I caught the debit card fraud before anyone used it to buy something.

A friend of ours at church actually gave my sisters and I each $100 to start investing with, just out of a wish to help us out.

Somehow, though I’ve been wrecked financially, I’ve still had enough to cover my basic needs. I cut down on spending, but was able to find other methods to get stuff, and my family has been nice about paying for things when I can’t.

Through all this, I admit, it’s been hard to feel like God is really helping me. Not because I haven’t had blessings, but because they have not been what I wanted.

I really wish to be more financial stable, even if I can’t be fully independent. I wish to have a different job in childcare, one I could actually grow in.

I wish to have accomplished more in my life than I have.

I wish I wasn’t single still at 27.

The fact is, I wanted a family by this age, I wanted a better job. I never imagined I’d still be in nearly the same financial place now as I was when I was 20.

“Try everything” like the Shakira song says has been my motto this year.

I have learned a lot, I admit.

I’ve heard that if you end up in the same place over and over again, it’s because you haven’t yet learned what God wants you to learn from it.

The truth is, my idea of success is too important to me.

Blame it on my dad for beating into my head (against my will, really), that jobs were all important. He criticized me so much for not having one, and not looking for one once I’d realized my methods didn’t wokr in the modern job market (once I switched to online job sites, I had success finally, but he never told me to do that). He also used to say he wanted to kill himself when work was bad.

He and my mother also made some poor financial choices and didn’t always think ahead, though they had some back ups, but we had to file for bankruptcy when I was 9-11. And we moved, not for the last time.

I had a life coach briefly also who blamed me for not having a job when I told her the same thing I told my dad… she wan’s my life coach after that point. The 30 minute long lecture I don’t ask for just killed it for me.

My dad also encouraged me to put up with toxic bosses which led to my first several jobs being very unhealthy ones.

So yeah, I wasn’t set up to take this job thing lightly. Even when I know it’s not my fault and the market is bad, I find it hard not to take it personally.

When work is going well, I tend to feel good about everything else, and when it’s not…I feel depresesed.

Funny, I always thought my dad’s attitude towards it was stupid, but now I’ve found it hard not to adopt it.

So, maybe, God has allowed this reoccurring joblessness in my life to teach me both how ot rely on other people (as I’ve had no choice but to do), and to not make jobs all important.

I can’t say I’m happy about it, but I’ve gone on with my life, chosen to pursue hobbies, home organizing, doing what I can when I can’t work, to keep busy and productive and not to see it as only worth doing if I’m making money.

I have many days where I still feel stressed about it, and I’ve had dozens, if not hundreds of set backs on this journey.

Still, I know that many people wish they could have what I have. I don’t have to pay rent since I live with my grandma still. I have support. I’ve been able to pursue my interests because of free time.

Is it really so bad?

The truth is, I know it’s not as bad as it feels.

I wish, honestly, that I could be as grateful all the time, and as joyful, as I think I should be, conciser how much worse it could be.

Sometimes, I do find it funny, the struggles I have, since they are almost cartoonishly numerous this year, but most of them were small, compared to some.

My nature is to worry, really. To let the problems I have steal my joy. I’ve been that way since I was 5 or 6. The same time my anxiety disorder started.

I used to think if I looked forward to things, they were more likely not to happen. I’d try to trick fate by thinking against things happening…which we know now, actually makes it more likely they won’t. Positive thinking makes success more likely.

I still sometimes feel jinxed, and I hear the same things in my head that I heard my dad say, over and over again.

As if God is testing me, as if He has abandoned me. As if he will keep me afloat, but not let me do anymore than survive, which is stressful.

And that that is not fair.

Yet… do I really know best?

Perhaps, like my father, I’ve not been responsible enough with money to really warrant making more of it.

I’ve learned a lot more this year, and I do feel more ready to make wise choices financially once I go back to work.

Perhaps it’s that simple, God didn’t want to give me more when I wouldn’t be a good steward of it.

One thing He’s put in my head, many times in the last two years, is “he who is faithful with little will be faithful with much’ and “I have better things for you.”

Better than to settle for the same crap as before, I hope.

But have I been faithful?

I hope so. I try to be.

When I do have money, I do try to give and be generous with it. Not always maybe as much as I should, I’m never sure how much we should, but, I try.

Yet, the thing I keep thinking is, maybe God is not doing this to punish me.

My dad would say that, but I never believed it in his case.

He thought job success was proof God was pleased with Him, and anything less meant he was failing.

Well, he was failing, but not at working. He failed us at being a good father and husband. The areas he needed to grow.

I have learned more about stewarding my home and family this year, as I’ve had time to make improvements around my house and rally my family to do so also.

I got us all to start taking more notice of our grandma’s health, and to start thinking of saving money together as well, and I got us all to sell and get rid of the unneeded stuff so we had room for our things and don’t need the storage unit anymore.

I’ve cleaned more, rearranging more, and gotten more cost effective lighting options even for our rooms.

All in all, I’m proud of it. The house is almost a different place than it was last year.

All this is stuff my dad never did, and to be honest, I never used to do either. I might never have bothered to try if I was working more.

It has taken some of the pressure off my mom also, though she still has to do the heavy lifting financially for us. But by bringing more income and eliminating the storage unit cost, I feel I helped at least a little even if I couldn’t work. I did repay her for the money she loaned me for my car, almost all of it. Still have $900 to go.

I would love to do more, but, I can’t right now.

Still, I wasn’t useless. I wasn’t wasteful with what time I did have.

If God looks for us to make the most of what we have to work with, I hope that He is satisfied with my efforts.

I can’t tell you all where I will land on this, but this year has been crazy for everyone. Everyone I know has had problems this year, so I guess we’re all in this together.

Still, while I’m struggling, my spirit is not broken.

Not many people my age believe they will have a bright future.

I think it depends on what you go by.

While I find it hard to be optimistic about the state of the world in general, I know I don’t know everything.

God finds ways to bless people no matter what goes on in the world, somehow. That’s always been true if you read books by people of faith.

So my fate isn’t tied only to the world din generals, however much it feels like it.

Success may not look like what I wished, but I might still find it, in my way.

The clouds have silver lining.

I can’t know for sure if the end of next year will see me in a much better place or not, but, I can hope.

Even if it doesn’t, I hope I will have learned not to take it all personally, not to base worth on money, and not to blame myself for things I cannot control.

Wishing all of you the same, and a good holiday season, stay honest– Natasha

Everyday happiness

06/20/2025 / toseealife / Leave a comment

This month I’ve been asking myself why, since this year started and it seemed like every thing that could go wrong did go wrong, I turned so much to doing things to improve my household life.

(By the way, my car had to get repaired again. The ABS, the other big Prius thing that tends to break, went out. I hope at least now that the two big ones already failed, every other issue will be much smaller.)

I’ve been a Christina for 13 years, but even I’m not immune to the temptation Job had to question why God is allowing all this. since the year became 2025, it’s like some line of dominoes was pushed over to make one thing after another go wrong, and as soon as I deal with one problme, another one emerges. Like getting the ear infection to go finally, but it getting slightly reinfected because of allergies and also the hole in my ear not healing the way we hoped.

All of these things might seem small enough, if each of them was the only problem, but all together, when the costs amount to over $8,000, and my family’s total income is less than 100,000 even if you combined all 3 or 4 of us who make income…

Well, we’ve scraped by, but we’ve gone through a lot of emergency savings to do it. I mean, I guess they are for emergencies, but still.

For me, the funny thing is, even a single one of the crisis I’ve dealt with this year would have, 3 years ago, laid me out for weeks. Being anxious and depressed and afraid of the future.

I’ve felt as if I just don’t have the time to dwell on it. I still had to go to work. Now that I’m on vacation (sort of) for the Summer, I worried I would fall into that anxious habit again.

I’ve set myself daily talks to make sure I have something to focus on, which helps.

However, I also find that pull to fall into anxiety is less than it used to be.

Maybe I got tougher, because of all the stuff I had to go through to get it his point. Not sure.

Another thing is maybe, I learned to redirect my enegery.

I think we often try to stop being anxious in the passive way, we try to block it out the anxious thoughts, using mediation, or self affirmation…

But taking action is often the best way to fight any bad mood, especially fear.

I think that’s why reading “The Happiness Project” helped me so much two years ago. Up till then I was kind of just trying to escape anxiety the same way I always had, and it sometimes would work. Prayer, worship, and distraction are all valid ways to treat anxiety, and I can say without God, I would have never got this far.

Yet, I think God himself points us to needing to do more to fight off fear than to just wait for it to go away.

Once I started taking some small actions in regard to my happiness and control over my life, I was shocked by how different I felt.

It’s not even always about me feeling happy so much as feeling less helpless. Which for me, is the biggest source of unhappiness in my life.

I’m the kind of woman who had to feel like I can do something about my situation, in order to feel at peace about it. At least, without divine help to not need that, which, to be real, doesn’t always come, because I think God does want us to take action ourselves.

Nothing stresses me out like having no solution.

Which, come to think of it, might explain why my parents were never much help to me dealing with my fears when I grew up.

My mom’s go-to phrase when I had a problem and told her was: “I don’t know what to tell you.”

Or “I don’t know how to help.”

My dad’s go-to was to tell me how much worse he used to have it, or that he had the same problem….with no potential solution. Unless it was to just make fun of it.

Which is how he deals with every problem.

I am glad both my parents do also take practical steps to solve some issues, so though they never told me how to do this, I was able to glean some things from their examples.

However, I didn’t realize how much their attitude had affected me till the last few years. Until I started trying to take action, I never noticed how little I ever did before.

I believe I could have solved my anxiety issues as a child, even, if I ‘d know it then, and had the relationship with God I do now. You need both, but I think I would have suffered less even if it was just with the practical steps.

I can’t go into every single thing I learned, but here’s the biggest one, and this an did start with a revelation from God, appropriately enough.

Everyday life is the place I will find the most happiness.

I was lamenting my lack of accomplishment of my goals to God a couple years back, I remember this clearly because, though it was in my head, I knew the thought was not mine, it was too far from anything I’d been thinking at that time to be my own idea.

God, finally getting tired of listening to this, I imagine (I had complained to Him many times already) finally shot back with “You have a beautiful life.”

I say shot back, but it was actually a very gently made a point.

(God does not talk to me in a harsh voice, ever. I know there are people He can be firm with, but I think I never perceive it that way because I want tho so much as a kid with harsh parents, and God knows it would only push me back into that cycle to be spoken to that way.

Perhaps this sounds crazy to you if you’re not a Christian, but I’ve heard many others say that God speaks to them the way they can handle, s it’s not just me.)

And if you think that means that we’re just making it up…well, I know I can’t persuade you otherwise, but it seems odd to me that if I made it up, it would be such a new, unlike me thing to think. Make of that way you will.)

Anyway, after that sentence, a bunch of memories of the things I have that other people don’t have came into my mind.

I remember that I felt something shift after that moment. I didn’t usually get over all of my issues–and I have now, but when I get down about my life I think of that statement and I reflect on my blessings, I guess you could say. I don’t like to call it that because I think the cheesy cliche makes me people turn off their brains, but I suppose it’s what I’m doing.

One thing I sometimes think about is that for all the things I had to complain about, I’m never starving, or homeless, or lacking even in electricity, and clean water or clothing. The fact that I even have enough money to chastise myself for spending more than I should, means I’m blessed.

My car has been a problem, but I’ve had one when I needed it, even if it breaks a lot,and that has let me at least still work and do my church activities.

I have books and more movies tan I can read. I have enough free time to choose how I will spend it.

I have a cat.

I have family who loves me, even if they aren’t always the most helpful to me about things, and I have friends now.

Sure, there are things I had that gave me disadvantages. I had a father who didn’t financially plan very well and so we ended up always struggling for money and losing our house. I had a father who also abused me emotionally enough to give me a ton of issues.

All in all, like most people, my life is a mixed bag.

I don’t think God was telling me to think that everything was beautiful in my life when He said that.

But he was pointing out that in the moment I was being so negative, I was ignoring the fact that I had a bed, a house, two loving siblings, plenty of other basic needs, and a few luxuries, and other things in my life were changed for the better. And best of all, I no longer live with apron trying to tear me down constantly and threaten my safety.

And even though this year has sucked in many ways, I won’t tell you that nothing good has happened in it. The good things have been smaller and quieter, but they have been there.

And while financially, I’m still struggling to figure stuff out, at least I know that my family can help me if I end up falling short, and someone have no one but themselves.

I know people would kill to get what I have, even when I feel down about it.

My personal values are a wish to be independent, but that has not gotten granted to me at any time in my life. Maybe it never will be. It could be that God knows I’m better off knowing I need people.

Or perhaps, one day He will answer that prayer.

I’ve been reminded of the bible verse “He who is faithful with little with be faithful with much” a lot since last year. [Luke 10:16]

Perhaps I’m starting small to learn responsibility.

And I have to admit to you all, I was not very responsible with what I did have before. I didn’t have a savings account with my job before my current one. I spent more than I should. And I didn’t do a lot to take care of my house or contribute to the family.

That has changed a lot. And I feel more ready to have a house of my own because I’ve been taking care of the one I do live in now.

And in that, I do find joy.

Everyday life seems boring or people who always want to move onto the next big thing. I know because, I’m one of those people. I always dreamed big.

I didn’t do a lot to get ready for those dreams though. I always thought I didn’t have enough money and I didn’t have the money to go out and try things. My parents kind of kept me from being able to do that.

Even when I wanted to do outside things, like sports, or drama,or writing workshops, they with the financial support because either we couldn’t afford it, or, it was too much of a hassle, or I didn’t do enough to earn the support.

I think they really could have found a way to support me, if they’d looked into it, but…

Well, blaming them is probably no good.

However, that helped me feel like I could never pursue anything I wanted to do without enough money.

There are ways that’s true, but it’s also true that people have made so many free resources now, more than has ever be available to anyone throughout history, that we don’t realize the gold mine we’re sitting on top of, in the current century I can learn almost any skill online for free, within reason.

Instead of noticing this, I just felt bad about not having money for so long.

And instead of doing anything to change my household for the better, I just complained about it being arranged in a way I didn’t like.

I also felt useless, because all my skills seemed to be purely academic and I had nothing else to fall back on, so when that didn’t yield the reason I wanted, I got depressed.

Now I know that I do have some other skills, even if they ‘re not huge money makers, it’s good to know I could probably have options, if I need them.

My point is, everyday happiness is something we shouldn’t take for granted

Sometimes the old saying are old because they are true and people find them to be true.

People complain about everything now, and always have, but now they can spread it much farther. If I complain to my family, I only bring down the moods of 5 people, but if I post it online, I could bring down the moods of 5 million people, if I had enough of a following.

T’hat not healthy to do to others. Or ourselves.

I feel like these truths are obvious, but as usual, humans are weak to the temptation to do that.

So I can’t give you a formula that will help you fix it if you have that problem, being formulaic doesn’t work.

My best advice is to find something that makes you happier, and try to do that instead of indulging in complaints and negativity, even challenge yourself for one week, or three days, to stay off the thing that brings you down and for someone else. If you don’t see a change immediately, then, try something else, because who wants to stay unhappy?

And we all have problems to focus on, I know that. And unlike me, maybe yours are not something you can ignore (at least for a short period of time).

I think there are still ways to make it better, but I don’t want to be flippant about that situation.

My point is that, for most of us, we have it better than we think. Those of us who really have it bad, we should support and help them to get to a better place. I’m thankful for all the people who helps me, the help wasn’t always perfect, but it was there.

Even my parents, will all our problems, have helped me many times. Even parent who add to your issues can sometimes be part of the solution.

So life is a mixed bag in every sense.

I hope some of this was helpful, I’m trying to make it a bit shorter and more to the point, one of my new resolutions is to try to improve my time management, and blogging shorter and more focused posts would help me with that.

Until next time, stay honest–Natasha.

Practical Advice for the young Christian

04/18/2025 / toseealife / Leave a comment

(This post actually will work for non-Christians also, common sense is common sense.)

Hello all, today I’m writing about something because I’ve noticed a growing need for it in the modern Western church–and also, just everywhere.

Anyone notice the distinct lack of common sense advice?

I mean…not just common sense itself in younger people. I think that’s really exaggerated by the older generation to be worse than it is. But…where is the real advice?

Just on my personal experience asking for counsel from older people, I can count the amount of times it was helpful on one hand. The amount of times people give me some over spiritulized bull crap are endless.

And it’s not just me. Now that I’m an adult myself and have been doing ministry with kids and youth for many years, (and I noticed this white I was still young enough to be a student in those ministries too), I’ve noticed that kids are really crying out, literally in some cases, for some real life advice.

My generation (Zillenials and under) is really starved for direction. We’ve been pushed so many different ways, and the older generation has abandoned us by and large.

My father literally abandoned me, emotionally speaking, as a pre-teen.

And I don’t mean I just felt sad, I mean he literally told me he didn’t want to parent me anymore…multiple times.

Didn’t stop him from lecturing me about stuff at didn’t matter that much, but there you go.

But my personal issues aside, I feel like the older generation as a whole has just taken the same approach with everyone my age. Not just in America either, I think it’s all over the first world now.

And us being alone has led to us raise our own kids in a very overly permissive way. Some of these millennial parent videos are truly terrifying.

However…I mean…can you blame them for being lost? Most people’s current idea of childcare comes from these college psych classes. And not only is psych constantly being changed by the “experts”, it’s also a lot of bull crap for the most part when it comes to child rearing, based on what I’ve seen taught versus what I know actually works in real life.

There’s some good advice out there, but nothing beats practical experience or hearing it right from the people who raised you. And that’s what we’re missing now.

But in fairness to tho older generations, we did stop listening to them, also. There’s blame on both sides.

But assigning blame is not really my focus today, I’m just pointing out the problem.

Because of the generational divide, I’ve seen many well meaning people in their 40s and up try to give advice to us “kids” and it not go very well.

I mean, it’s not that kids are offended by it, it just doesn’t address their real issue.

Case in point, a couple days ago I was at a youth group where I volunteer interpret for one deaf student sometimes, and a different student asked a question about knowing who is and is not authentic in life and relationships.

I could tell the kid meant that he wanted to know how to spot this even outside of church activities, because honestly, people put on their best behavior at church.

The leader giving the message, who was in his 50s or 60s, answered something about how to tell at church, I can’t even really remember it now because it didn’t really make a lot of sense.

The kid was nodding but I could tell he didn’t really get the answer he wanted.

So I raised my hand and said “I agree with (insert leader’s name) but maybe you were wondering more about practical ways outside of church?”

And the kid nodded gratefully.

To which I gave him my two best tips for knowing a person’s real character:

See how they treat their family.
See how they handle conflict.

Both of these methods have never failed me to sort out who is trustworthy. But of course, you need time to get a chance to witness both those things.

Which is why I never assume I can trust someone after meeting them only a few times.

Also growing up with a narcissistic/BPD person, I know how much people can turn it on if they have someone to impress.

Anyway, I think the kid appreciated it.

I also talk to my Sunday School class of 4th-5th graders in a very similar way. I tell them often that even though their kids they deal with real life stuff the same way as adults do and I’m aware of that. So they need me to give them real talk.

Not harshly, of course, you still have to be sensitive to the fact that they are kids, but kids know the difference between real and harsh. They’re very good at that.

So, it’s good to be aware of this before anyone tries to take my advice and use it as a reason to “lecture” kids about the harsh realities of life.

Beleive me, any child who’s been exposed to the internet already knows life is hard. That is not what I’m suggesting we tell them.

What they want now is answers. What do we do about it?

Too much content for young people now is just telling them it’s a hopeless mess.

Like that’s really what we need to hear.

I can’t even watch wholesome content now without finding comments under it debunking it, because bitter people love to spread it around. “Misery loves company” is the old saying.

So, what do we do?

Those of us who have at least somewhat started to navigate our lives successful need to spot the BS to other people about it.

Frankly, Jan, I’m not really interested in you telling me “It’s all because of God’s goodness.”

Look, I do absolutely believe in God’s goodness. I know that God answers prayers…but if I’m asking you for advice on how to get what you got in life, I don’t want to hear that it’s all God’s goodness.

Because, that doesn’t help. God is good to everyone…but He does expect us to do work for ourselves. That’s in the Bible, FYI. Check out Proverbs, Ecclesiastes, and James. And most of the rest of the New Testament.

Here’s a fun little story to illustrate:

Jesus once was asked by the religious leaders why his disciples picked food from the wheat fields on the sabbath, because they were hungry.

He defended their right to do this, and called out the leaders for their self righteous attitude.

But interesting to note that Jesus also was able to feed 5,000 people with a few loaves of bread. So, couldn’t he have just made food for them?

But often the Gospels mention the Disciples arguing over food or needing to get food from other people. So…

Jesus probably also worked as a carpenter at least for a some of his adult life before he started ministry, since it was what was done.

The point of this story is that Jesus supported practical solutions, and working for things, not just expecting everything to get handed to you.

And that was the son of God.

So, we can assume that this goes even more for all of us.

It’s funny how people born in the Church and out of it, often act like God should do even for us.

Uh, hello, who made the world? Who made the things in it that we use to survive? Who gave us life?

God did give us everything, but He would like us to be able to use it ourselves.

How many parents would like to buy clothes for their kid and still have to dress them when they’re 10 years old? Some would, but most of us would agree at a certain point, you expect someone to use what you give them without your help.

Granted, God still has to direct our lives even so, but we need to at latest try to take steps.

I’m currently looking for a new job (not because I was laid off but because I feel like it’s time for a chance), and I may not find one as soon as I want, or explain what I want, but, I believe in at least trying to learn what’s out there and prepare for it.

I think God will decide why I actually end up doing, but I’ve tried sitting and doing nothing before…didn’t work. God only rewarded me when I started trying to improve my skills.

See whining about it didn’t get me anything with God, and I think He even told me as much at times when I would pray. Or maybe, I just knew deep down already.

And if I’ve learned one thing in the last 2 years, it’s that wisdom is often practical, more than spiritual.

I actually believe there’s really no difference. I think the fact that we make spiritual things sound weird and watery is just proof we really don’t understand them. The Bible portrayed them as quite real and subject to rules and oddities as much as material things tend to be. More so even.

I can’t cover every situation here in one post, but I think I can give a few more examples of areas we need real advice in. And if anyone wants to comment further on it, I’d love to read it.

So I mentioned relations already.

Another question young people often have is:

“When should I start dating?”

And I’m probably not the best person to answer this because I’ve barely been on internet dates which didn’t go so well.

I mean, you should start by finding someone who wants to date you.

If you already have that, you’re ahead of me.

But I have seen myself grow in maturity over the years and I do have a better idea than I did what makes someone ready to date. And I wasn’t ready before.

I think I’m ready currently, but maybe the man isn’t…stuff like that can happen.

Anyway, pro tip for this, young people (and older people really) is to check your motives and check how you handle responsibility.

There is no one size fits all to dating, or love. People get together at all levels of maturity.

Which is probably the best advice anyone could give you. Don’t assume what works for everyone else will work for you.

However, you should seek out people’s stories that are similar to yours, because that is more likely to help you.

For me, I find the stories of people who waited a long time to date often hold more wisdom that applies to my life. Such as the best use of your time as a single person, trying to find fulfillment in friendship and in God, and not making your whole identity about being single.

Which is good advice even for people already dating too.

Also, not settling for someone mediocre.

However, high standards should be worthile.

Me, as a woman, I don’t create really about height. I really don’t get why so many girls obsess over it. I doubt as many really do as media implies.

I also think money is sort of a mid-range thing to care about. It does matter, and a man should be willing to work hard, but if you want a guy who’s not obsessed with money and who will pay attention to you, you have to figure he may not be as well off and you may not be able to afford as many things.

This is the kind of thing that I think helps the most with deciding who you’d be good with. Ask yourself what you really want in life, and if it would really make you happy. Often it’s not what we think.

Also watch out for wanting traits in someone that would only make your life easier, not necessarily better.

This actually goes more for men, I think. I’ve seen so many guys who really have no clue what they want in a woman other than someone who’d be nice to them.

And gentlemen…nice is not always the best thing.

But neither is putting up with a woman who bullies you just be she’s hot or because you figure you can’t get better (same for girls, but I feel like we’re less likely to do this nowadays.)

Honestly, being bullied is just another way of taking the easy way out. Easier to let a woman (or man) push you around than to stand up for yourself and grow as a person enough to maybe make her angry.

Strong minded women actually hate this in a man, and in other women, but will exploit it, human nature is like that.

I think a woman should be respectful to a man…not because I have some weird idea of submission in the sense of not having any personal rights as a woman, but because I think everyone should be respected. Why is that so hard to get across nowadays?

One thing I make sure not to do is talk down about men to them, or behind their backs, unless it’s to my family who I know wont repeat it. Sure, we need to blow off steam sometimes, but even then I’m not tearing the guys apart, just willing to discuss things that I find awkward or uncomfortable, or that I like about them.

But just bashing on men is not something I do, and I don’t do it with women either. I feel like if I wouldn’t want them to do it to me, I shouldn’t do it to them.

Honestly, even if I know someone talked about me behind my back, I don’t do the same to them, because who knows if I will end up being the one held accountable for it and they won’t. Sure, that’s not fair, but why would I take the chance?

This is another good practical tip, by the way, boys and girls. Don’t trash talk anyone you know to anyone else they know if you don’t want it to get back to them. It almost always will.

I do utilize finding out which people gossip about me as a way to know never to tell them anything about me, or rely on them, but, not to get revenge. That’s just smart, I think.

Don’t leave yourself wide open for people to punch, but don’t start a fight either.

All right, I think I have time for a few more common situations where people want practical advice, and then I’ll have to continue this in a different post.

Another example from real life is a young man asked me and my sister about how to handle his relationship with God changing after getting married and working more.

He was a newer christian and he said he didn’t feel it as much as he used to.

Apparently, no one told him this was normal.

The first passion for anything dies, eventually.

It’s like when I start a new book. I always enjoy the being a lot, and then about the middle I get burnout…but I usually finish strong. That’s how life is, the middle part tends to be the most boring. (I mean, of anything you do, not of your life itself.)

My sister and I told him practical things to do about it.

For one thing, being married is a lot like for us with sharing space with so many people. Even if you love them, you’ll get tired of each other.

So it’s important to give each other space to be alone.

And me, honestly, as the one who wants to spend the most time together out of my whole family of introverted people, kind of gets why it can be hard on the more energetic person to give space.

My sisters learned to accommodate my wishes to spend time together by having set times we could devote to stuff I like doing, and I learned to accommodate them by giving them warning in advance of when I want to do that stuff so they can mentally prepare. It doesn’t always work like a charm, but it works for us.

So this is the kind of thing we told this guy. That and that as long as he’s still serving God and spending time in the word, and praying, he should not worry if it’s not as easy as it used to be.

And if you are a new Christian reading this by any chance, it will happen to you too. But don’t worry. All of us go through it, and it passes. Usually, you get close to God at the end of it, if you just stick it out.

When I was a new Christian, it helped me to see the dullness and blandness as just part of the fight to stay close to God. That was my present cross to bear.

And as a Christian of over 10 years now, I think I even prefer it this way. Emotional highs exhaust me, I’m not a naturally emotional person. I have feelings, but they tend to be trigger by certain things only. I don’t just go from emotion to emotion all day like some people I know.

But hey, my father is highly emotional and I wouldn’t want to be him, it seems miserable to me.

Some people can be highly emotional and still be happy, but I think it makes it harder to exert self control, so maybe I’m happier the way I am now. To each their own. It’s fine to be either way, but don’t assume that because you’re less emotional, you’re less passionate about your faith.

Or that you don’t love people in your life. Love is action and prioritizing someone, even if you don’t feel like it.

I’m remind of Leonard and Penny from the Big Bang Theory. I think they’re toxic most of the time, but one thing you can say is that they don’t stay in the infatuation phase, but they keep working on their relationship after that point. Even to where they ask Sheldon to make them a relationship hip agreement so they can improve.

While I find the show stupid in many ways, I do think the writers were onto something with that idea. Love is about deciding what you give and take in a relationship, and doing it without being demanding or whiny or domineering. And if it is one-sided, you decide if you’re in it for the long haul.

I can’t go into every aspect of relationships here, just touching on a few things I’ve heard asked about a lot. We’d be here for years if I tried to tackle everything, which I’m not qualified to do anyway.

Let’s see…what else could I cover?

Oh yeah, here’s a good one.

How do you know your purpose?

My life group actually talked about this in the last week, but I didn’t feel like it really answered the question well.

We were focusing on talents.

Let me tell you all the hard truth.

Your talents do not always guide you to your purpose.

Now, many times, they do. But not always in a way you recognize as such.

I ended up doing work I didn’t expect to be good at because I assumed my talents were elsewhere, and I found out I have more talents than I expected, but honestly, my success is me just knowing how to use my talents to make anything I do work for me.

There will be some jobs I won’t be able to do, even using that method, but it does open up a lot of possibilities for me, because I don’t limit myself just on my obvious talents.

Like I’m good at drama and writing, and public speaking. I’m also good at remembering stuff.

I was not good at organizing things as a kid or teen.

But I’ve gotten better it because I used my skills at learning to pick it up bit by bit, and I used my talents as a people person to get other people on board.

See, talents point you to certain careers that seem obvious, but often you don’t realize that they can work in other areas of life, just in a different way.

You’ll see that with ministry too. Often people are good at a variety of things and don’t think they’ll fit a ministry, but then it works for them because they do it their way.

So when it comes to finding your purpose, I’d say, don’t do what many people do and wait for it to hit you one day.

There is no one foolproof way to find fyour purpose. All I know is that God gives it to us, in His own time.

“In his heart, a man plans his course, but the Lord determines His steps.” (Proverbs 16:9)

For some of us, God gives us what we want. If we commit it to him, or, even if we don’t. He’s not a cruel God.

For others, God keeps us very closely dependent on Him, and we have many twists and turns.

I think that for each of us, it comes down to both on our wisdom to let God lead, and what God thinks will suit each of us.

[Let Mercy Lead– Rich Mullins]

Even if you don’t acknowledge God, you probably can agree that the same path doesn’t work for all people.

That said, there are some things you can do to get ready for your purpose:

If you do have talent, develop it. Either privately or professionally. It can’t hurt to get good at it. Usually there is some use for it even if your career ends up elsewhere.

Don’t be afraid to try different things even if you don’t think they’re your destiny. The skills you learn in one place often can help you in another place.

Like how babysitting helped me prepare for dealing with customers, because no one can be as rude to you as a spoiled child can.

Even if you do what I did, and pick bad jobs at first because you don’t know better, it will teach you what to avoid in the future.

I recommend you try to start working as soon as you can. Even if it’s volunteer (you can use that on your resume, if you don’t say it was volunteer.)

And, learn how to interview. A lot of Youtube channel and websites now post ways to sound better in an interview and how to answer tough questions. I’m sure the corporate world will update their method soon because too many people are going to take advantage of it, but the skill of learning to asses a situation and talk the right way should still helping you even if the game changes, because the point is you are learning to adapt.

Also I find that learning how to talk professionally helped me in other areas of my life, not just work. It gave me more self respect.

Another thing: do things around the house and volunteer.

The best cure for feeling like you have no purpose is give into someone else’s life. Donate clothes, clean up something, serve at a soup kitchen, get involved in your church outreach.

This also cures depression in many cases. I felt much less depressed when I became more active in other people’s lives. I now am not depressed at all.

If you have high anxiety, I encourage you to just do the stuff anyway. Anxiety only gets better when you face your fears and it starts feeling less new to you.

Also, while anti-anxiety techniques did help me somewhat, finding other tasks to focus on did way more to cure my negative thoughts than breathing exercises and grounding did. They can help but I think they’re better when used with other distractions.

I also say avoid medication unless it’s completely necessary and you’ve tried other methods first. I was pressured to take meds for my issues but I ended up not needing them, and if I’d taken them, it would have caused other problems that would have been worse probably than my anxiety and depression were.

Also, and this is important, do not use marijuana.

I swear, everyone I know who vapes or smokes is a mess emotionally and has a disorganized life, because honestly, it weakens your brain.

Most of the people I know who are getting off those substances are doing better since they did and feeling more in control of their lives.

It’s a quick fix that doesn’t really fix anything.

You may think this has nothing to do with finding your purpose, but it does.

Stuff that steals your joy, or even your anger, or sadness, often steals your ability to be satisfied by what you do also. Striving to feel nothing, or to feel mellow all the time, cuts off growing success.

We shouldn’t be struggling just to stay average, we should be thriving. That’s why I’m against quick fix methods. They seem easier but they really steal your whole ability to get past the problem at all.

Another method for finding your purpose is being willing to take an interest in other people. Learn about many different things. Talk to people about what they do. Who knows, you might find something you like.

But all in all, I think it’s good advice to not worry about it so much. I think we find our purpose when we stop focusing on it and ourselves and start focusing on making the lives of the people around us better.

All right, I think that’s all I got for now.

It was fun tackling some big questions but there are lots more I could cover.

If you want to leave ideas down below, I’d love to hear what other people are worrying and wondering about besides me and my own social circle.

I kind of feel like this is all survival skills for life that I’m picking up as I go. Though maybe once upon a time, most people knew this. The digital age made us lose ourselves so much. Le sigh.

Anyway, until next time, stay honest–Natasha.

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