Dreamwork and Nightmares

Okay, so the software is called Dreamweaver, but it feels more like Nightmareweaver right now! There has to be a better way, right? SOS! I've reached out to my classmates hoping someone can shine a flashlight—or even a pen light—on this mess. It feels like I'm getting puzzle pieces tossed at me, and I'm supposed to assemble them while figuring out how to use this software. This is supposed to be an intro class, but it feels more like "Intro to Advanced Torture Techniques." Just my two cents on my blog, my CreativLeeway!

Woman sitting on couch sad and frustrated

In the land of happy news, my fabulous classmate and I wrapped up our Guidelines for Web Design project. We were like the dynamic duo of rhythm and flow—Batman and Robin, but with laptops! We even finished early, which was a lifesaver considering the brain-bending focus this week's DREAMWEAVER assignment demands. But let's not get sidetracked...back to the good stuff! We spent ages emailing each other, swapping ideas, info, and solutions like we were trading rare Pokémon cards. We even gave each other advice and understanding, proving once again that good communication is like duct tape—it fixes everything! We nailed down our 12-point presentation and the written essay. I think it turned out awesome, and she agrees. Our partnership was like a breath of fresh air, lightening the load like a helium balloon. Some of our classmates weren't so lucky—their partners vanished like socks in a dryer, leaving them with all the work! Ouch! When you've got the right partner, teamwork really does make the dream work!

Partners giving a fist bump

There I was, working on Dreamweaver and staring at the screen like it had betrayed me—frustrated, drained, and completely over the mountain of index.HTML piling up. Every video felt like pulling teeth, and the pressure to get it all right made it even worse. I was ready to call it quits, wondering if I’d ever catch a break. But then, something shifted. The partner project! A great partner stepped in—not just someone to split the workload, but someone who brought clarity, encouragement, and a sense of calm. Together, we pushed through the chaos, and suddenly the impossible started to feel manageable. More than that, I remembered I wasn’t in this alone—God was in it too. Through the struggle, He was building something deeper in me: patience, trust, and the quiet confidence that things will get better. The frustration hasn’t magically disappeared, but it no longer has the final say. Faith does. And that changes everything.

Silhouette of a cross against the background of the sky