Mom's example of Compassionate Service

If you want to read an awesome talk by my mom on compassionate service... CLICK HERE. If you do, it will take you to my 'other blog'. Did you know I have another blog? I do. It's where I put my deeper thoughts. My more serious pondering and other good stuff. Mom was the most compassionate person I've ever known.

NCIDQ Spring 2012

I was part of the sad sad human error that incorrectly reported the scores for the NCIDQ. I spent 2 sad, confusing days until I received notice that my score had been incorrectly reported and I had indeed passed this Leviathan (for those wondering about my reference... I am referring to 'one of the 7 princes of hell, aka, hell's gatekeeper, in case you wonder how I really feel about this exam. Those of you have taken this test may understand).

Although the exam is NOT a fun skip through the flowers to study for or take... 

I am now a genuine, legitimate, officially certified Interior Designer. 

Don't call me an interior decorator. 

I'm not here to decorate anything for you or anyone else. 

Designer... 

that's the title I prefer. 

I will be having new business cards printed with my certificate number. I've earned it. I've had a... hate/hate relationship with this exam for 11 years. (I passed sections 1&2 and failed section 3 at that time) I didn't re-take it for a VERY long time. Only God himself could have convinced me otherwise and... in a nutshell, that's pretty much what happened. I'm feeling MIGHTY GRATEFUL He helped me to pass and even MORE GRATEFUL it is not in my future or His plan for me to have to take it one... more... time. Although... I must admit I was willing.

I found out on Wednesday. Still can't stop smiling. I know it's not that important in the eternal scheme of things, but it was important enough for what I do day in and day out that I needed to do it RIGHT NOW. It'll be interesting to figure out just exactly why that was.

To do list: 

NCIDQ monkey off my back. 

Check.