pete has some weird quirks.
1) he hates the rain.
2) he whimpers and kicks in his sleep.
3) his leg spontaneously shakes uncontrollably.
as
i sat on the couch to do some work this afternoon, pete curled up next
me and instantly fell fast asleep. as usual, once he hit the really deep
sleep he started twitching, kicking and whimpering through what appears
to be a horrible nightmare. he looks just like the dogs in old
cartoons.
it makes me think...what is he dreaming of?
what happened to him before the smiths rescued him and he came into my
life? i sometimes joke that he was in a dog gang protecting the streets
of charlotte, but the truth is that i'll never know. was he abused? was
he neglected? was he a doggy pimp? who knows...
sometimes
i let myself get lost in the wondering and i feel horrible. why does he
whimper? why does he flinch when i pet him and he doesn't see me
coming? why does his leg shake when he's just sitting in front of me? i
want to know who hurt him and i want to give them a piece of my mind.
the same applies to people. i look to the people in my life - their quirks and the decisions they
make. what's their "why"? what happened to them to make them this way? i
want to know who hurt them and give them a piece of my mind.
my
friend chuq asked me a few years ago, "what happened to you?". i used
to be so confident and positive. now i'm hesitant and cynical. my
response was vague: "life happened." but i can pinpoint the moments,
situations, individuals and relationships that shaped the person i have
become, quirks and all.
i have been blessed with some
wonderful friends in my life. last night i spoke with one such friend.
she has been going through a lot of the same things as me over the past
couple years. there are similarities in our stories: disappointments
which have altered our path, men who have bruised our spirit,
relationships that have changed our very being.
we've
been on a long road, this past year or so, to be better versions of
ourselves. to be more confident, more faithful, more honest, with others
and (more importantly) with ourselves. we are learning more about
ourselves and why we make the choices we do, why we have become the
people we are, and changing our thoughts and behaviors accordingly.
last
night, she called me to talk through her experiences throughout the
evening. she had a breakthrough. a major breakthrough, although she
probably wasn't thinking of it like that at the time. she made decisions
congruent with her values, and that's too often more difficult than it
should be for all of us. she stayed true to the person she is becoming
instead of falling back into old habits. it may sound trite, but i could
not have been more proud of her in that moment.
she's not who she was.
this
was a huge step. not just for her, but for me too. what she didn't know
at the time, was that she was giving me the courage to do the same that
night.
i may never know why pete cries and trembles in
his sleep, just as i will never know the complete history of every
person i meet. i will never know their reasons, i'll never know their
"why". i can only try to understand myself better, recognizing the
causes of my own intricacies. then work to become that better version of
myself, i talked about earlier.
i'm making progress. i'm not quite there yet, but i'm not who i was.
"i wish you could see me now
i wish i could show you how
i'm not who i was
i used to be mad at you
a little on the hurt side too
but i'm not who i was
i found my way around
to forgiving you
some time ago
but i never got to tell you so
well the thing i find most amazing
in amazing grace
is the chance to give it out
maybe that's what love is all about
i wish you could see me now
i wish i could show you how
i'm not who i was"
~ brandon heath - i'm not who i was
"life must be understood backwards. but...life must be lived fowards." ~ soren kierkegaard
Tuesday, December 27, 2011
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
a letter to you
i write a lot about an elusive "you" in this blog. my father is sure he knows who you are. certain friends are sure you're someone else. the other night, cori asked me just exactly who you are and what you did to me.
apparently inquiring minds want to know who you are.
the truth is, that you change from blog to blog.
sometimes you are the man i dated behind the scenes for years. you messed me up big time, but the memory of you fades as my wounds are healed.
sometimes you are a variety of forgettable men from my past.
sometimes you are the man who has been my friend through it all. one million thank yous could never thank you enough.
tonight, though, i write to someone different. tonight you are the man who will someday choose me, because you matter so much more than the others.
as the civil wars song goes:
"dear whoever you might be",
i'm not perfect.
i haven't always been patient.
i've made a lot of mistakes.
...and i have a few confessions...:
1) in the words of bono, "i still haven't found what i'm looking for". i've looked around, but i just haven't figured out what exactly i'm looking for yet. maybe that's why we haven't been introduced yet - because i've been too blind.
2) i haven't really figured out me yet, either, and it may take me a lifetime to learn who i am.
3) although i love to cook, the kitchen table is always covered in randomness. mail, purse, computer, shopping bags - you name it, it's probably spent some time on there. it just happens to collect everything as i walk in the door. only the lucky items actually make it to their rightful place in a timely manner.
4) left to my own devices, i'd be a hermit. i love to spend time with friends, but i am perfectly happy to come home from work, go for a run with my dog and spend the evening curled up on the couch with my cat. (let me make one thing clear - i am not, in fact, a hermit. i go out with friends all of the time. i'm simply admitting that sometimes i have to force myself to get out there.)
5) yes, the number of pets in my household outnumbers the amount of humans. i have a dog and a cat. this does not make me a weird cat lady. this does, however, mean that we're a packaged deal.
6) i hate to clean the bathroom. i love vacuuming, scrubbing the kitchen, doing the laundry and, yes, i even love to iron clothes. i just hate the bathroom.
7) i've been killing bugs for years now, but i'll be happy to pass that responsibility on to you one day.
8) i am a family girl. i love family. i could never be happy not spending holidays and special events with family (whether it be mine or yours - i'm flexible).
9) i have been known to, on occasion, sleep walk, sleep talk, snore and steal the covers. all at the same time. (no, that's a lie. how could anyone do all of those at the same exact time?)
i'm sure i could write a confessional list to 50, but this is enough for tonight.
so, to whom it may concern, i'm excited to meet you one day, but rest assured that i am not just sitting around waiting. i am living my life to the fullest in preparation for a full life with you.
be prepared, you...
i am anything but simple.
...but i could be simply fantastic.
apparently inquiring minds want to know who you are.
the truth is, that you change from blog to blog.
sometimes you are the man i dated behind the scenes for years. you messed me up big time, but the memory of you fades as my wounds are healed.
sometimes you are a variety of forgettable men from my past.
sometimes you are the man who has been my friend through it all. one million thank yous could never thank you enough.
tonight, though, i write to someone different. tonight you are the man who will someday choose me, because you matter so much more than the others.
as the civil wars song goes:
"dear whoever you might be",
i'm not perfect.
i haven't always been patient.
i've made a lot of mistakes.
...and i have a few confessions...:
1) in the words of bono, "i still haven't found what i'm looking for". i've looked around, but i just haven't figured out what exactly i'm looking for yet. maybe that's why we haven't been introduced yet - because i've been too blind.
2) i haven't really figured out me yet, either, and it may take me a lifetime to learn who i am.
3) although i love to cook, the kitchen table is always covered in randomness. mail, purse, computer, shopping bags - you name it, it's probably spent some time on there. it just happens to collect everything as i walk in the door. only the lucky items actually make it to their rightful place in a timely manner.
4) left to my own devices, i'd be a hermit. i love to spend time with friends, but i am perfectly happy to come home from work, go for a run with my dog and spend the evening curled up on the couch with my cat. (let me make one thing clear - i am not, in fact, a hermit. i go out with friends all of the time. i'm simply admitting that sometimes i have to force myself to get out there.)
5) yes, the number of pets in my household outnumbers the amount of humans. i have a dog and a cat. this does not make me a weird cat lady. this does, however, mean that we're a packaged deal.
6) i hate to clean the bathroom. i love vacuuming, scrubbing the kitchen, doing the laundry and, yes, i even love to iron clothes. i just hate the bathroom.
7) i've been killing bugs for years now, but i'll be happy to pass that responsibility on to you one day.
8) i am a family girl. i love family. i could never be happy not spending holidays and special events with family (whether it be mine or yours - i'm flexible).
9) i have been known to, on occasion, sleep walk, sleep talk, snore and steal the covers. all at the same time. (no, that's a lie. how could anyone do all of those at the same exact time?)
i'm sure i could write a confessional list to 50, but this is enough for tonight.
so, to whom it may concern, i'm excited to meet you one day, but rest assured that i am not just sitting around waiting. i am living my life to the fullest in preparation for a full life with you.
be prepared, you...
i am anything but simple.
...but i could be simply fantastic.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
puffing
my friend bootsie knows a thing or two about boys. she's raised two of them, so she at least knows more than i do. years ago we were talking about her youngest son, who was in college at the time, and she talked about his "puffing". puffing (or maybe "poofing"? with her accent i could never tell...), she described to me, is when boys notice someone checking them out and they show off. she likened it to peacocks strutting and fanning their feathers to impress a peahen. puffing also occurs when boys notice someone they want to notice them, whether or not that someone is checking them out. they use this tactic to get what they want - attention.
i've seen my share of puffing, but wednesday night at the small town favorite, the sportszone, the puffing was out of control.
local law enforcement (i was there with a police officer so i know these things) says that thanksgiving eve is their worst day of the year. sportszone servers (ours sat and talked with us for a while so i know these things too) confirm the same sentiment for the bar. maybe it's because it's the first time many new college students come home, so it's a time to reconnect with old friends. or maybe it's because it's the first time old high school friends gather together again since turning 21, but the place is PACKED.
i've heard tell of this phenomenon, but have never experienced it until now. i remember friends calling me years ago after pseudo high school reunions at the thanksgiving eve sportszone party extraordinaire, but because i haven't been to ohio for thanksgiving in seven years, this was my first time seeing it first hand.
by now, the people i knew from high school have moved on. i recognized only two people in the entire bar with which i actually attended high school (other than the two friends i met there). the rest of the crowd were probably ten or twelve years old the last time i saw them. let's just say we felt old.
anyway, you can imagine the amount of puffing going on in this place. high school athletes seeing each other for the first time since graduation. girls dressed up in trashy clubbing clothes to see their friends (girls engage in puffing too, you know). everyone showing off how college has supposedly matured them and made them hotter.
i saw it that night, and i saw it all the time when i worked with high school and college students. guys acting completely normal until a pretty girl walks in and their entire posture changes. they stick out their chest a little stronger, let the light in their eyes dance a little brighter, and smile with a smirk that salesmen would kill for.
at times they would even try it on me. like somehow if they schmoozed me enough that it would make me more lenient with them.
one of the boys wednesday night tried it too. maybe it was because i knew his older brother. maybe it was to prove to himself that he could make an older girl interested in him. maybe he's just that ridiculous that it comes so naturally he can't control it.
just like i did when students did it, i couldn't help but laugh a little on the inside. did he really think it was working? i've been working with teenagers and young adults for all of my adult life. i see through it every time.
sometimes i would let them think it was working because putting them in their place seemed like it would crush their confidence. then again, sometimes i would play the part of the confidence crusher with joy. it all depended on the mood i was in.
i'm preparing for a work event this week where i suspect there will be a lot of puffing. i am already planning my outfits and the fact that i'm doing this so early proves that i could succumb to a little bit of puffing myself. i will dress my best, present myself polished, and remain professional at all times. ...i will also be my authentic self at all times.
presenting your best self isn't a bad thing. and fundamentally, that might be what puffing is. but puffing always goes to the next level. it's the difference between my two old friends and i enjoying a conversation at the corner booth, and the two guys who start a fight and are escorted to the door in headlocks. it's the difference between planning my professional dress ahead of time and girls dressed like they're going to a hooker night club standing in the middle of a small town sports bar slash restaurant.
maybe if we stopped puffing we could actually let our authentic selves shine true. maybe if we all quit trying so desperately to impress each other we might actually take the time to get to know each other. maybe if we stopped caring what others thought about us so much we might actually be who we were meant to be and not some cookie cutter version of what society tells us we ought to be.
i've seen my share of puffing, but wednesday night at the small town favorite, the sportszone, the puffing was out of control.
local law enforcement (i was there with a police officer so i know these things) says that thanksgiving eve is their worst day of the year. sportszone servers (ours sat and talked with us for a while so i know these things too) confirm the same sentiment for the bar. maybe it's because it's the first time many new college students come home, so it's a time to reconnect with old friends. or maybe it's because it's the first time old high school friends gather together again since turning 21, but the place is PACKED.
i've heard tell of this phenomenon, but have never experienced it until now. i remember friends calling me years ago after pseudo high school reunions at the thanksgiving eve sportszone party extraordinaire, but because i haven't been to ohio for thanksgiving in seven years, this was my first time seeing it first hand.
by now, the people i knew from high school have moved on. i recognized only two people in the entire bar with which i actually attended high school (other than the two friends i met there). the rest of the crowd were probably ten or twelve years old the last time i saw them. let's just say we felt old.
anyway, you can imagine the amount of puffing going on in this place. high school athletes seeing each other for the first time since graduation. girls dressed up in trashy clubbing clothes to see their friends (girls engage in puffing too, you know). everyone showing off how college has supposedly matured them and made them hotter.
i saw it that night, and i saw it all the time when i worked with high school and college students. guys acting completely normal until a pretty girl walks in and their entire posture changes. they stick out their chest a little stronger, let the light in their eyes dance a little brighter, and smile with a smirk that salesmen would kill for.
at times they would even try it on me. like somehow if they schmoozed me enough that it would make me more lenient with them.
one of the boys wednesday night tried it too. maybe it was because i knew his older brother. maybe it was to prove to himself that he could make an older girl interested in him. maybe he's just that ridiculous that it comes so naturally he can't control it.
just like i did when students did it, i couldn't help but laugh a little on the inside. did he really think it was working? i've been working with teenagers and young adults for all of my adult life. i see through it every time.
sometimes i would let them think it was working because putting them in their place seemed like it would crush their confidence. then again, sometimes i would play the part of the confidence crusher with joy. it all depended on the mood i was in.
i'm preparing for a work event this week where i suspect there will be a lot of puffing. i am already planning my outfits and the fact that i'm doing this so early proves that i could succumb to a little bit of puffing myself. i will dress my best, present myself polished, and remain professional at all times. ...i will also be my authentic self at all times.
presenting your best self isn't a bad thing. and fundamentally, that might be what puffing is. but puffing always goes to the next level. it's the difference between my two old friends and i enjoying a conversation at the corner booth, and the two guys who start a fight and are escorted to the door in headlocks. it's the difference between planning my professional dress ahead of time and girls dressed like they're going to a hooker night club standing in the middle of a small town sports bar slash restaurant.
maybe if we stopped puffing we could actually let our authentic selves shine true. maybe if we all quit trying so desperately to impress each other we might actually take the time to get to know each other. maybe if we stopped caring what others thought about us so much we might actually be who we were meant to be and not some cookie cutter version of what society tells us we ought to be.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
living together: yes or no?
someone asked me the other day how i felt about living with your partner without the promise of marriage. he was surprised by my response.
i prefaced my response by articulating my recognition of the fact that not everyone is as defensive about their lives as i am. so while i understand that what is best for me may not be best for everyone, i think that my reasoning may raise some good questions for him to ask himself before jumping into an apartment with his girlfriend too quickly.
most people think that i'm against non-marital cohabitation for conservative religious reasons. usually they think i just blindly believe that no one should live together because it implies sex outside of marriage and surely i would think that's an evil sin. they aren't exactly correct in their assumptions.
a summary of my beliefs in this arena:
i've heard a lot of great arguments in support of non-marital cohabitation. i get all of the postmodern "you have to know if you can live with the person, day in and day out" justifications and i understand that it really is important to realize what exactly you're getting into, but i think that's the very reason i don't think i could ever do it.
(are you confused yet? to sum up so far: i'm not against living together, i just don't think it's for me.)
i'm simply not strong enough to let someone so completely into my life without the guarantee that they won't disappear one day. and i know, i know...i know that signing a paper license makes no guarantees either, but i have to believe that standing before God, family and friends and declaring our commitment to one another makes walking away something very different from simply moving out of an apartment i shared with a guy i've dated for a few months.
as a creature of habit, the idea of living with someone day in and day out scares the heck out of me. i've been on my own for a long time now and i have my own particular way of doing things. creating new habits, new routines, new consistency with someone else will be hard work for me. really hard work. (are you appreciating yet just how much a hate change? because if not i can add another "really" with a capital R, or even all caps if that will make the message loud and clear.)
i think when you live with someone, when you offer your whole vulnerable self to that other person, that's an enormous risk to take. contrary to what some people may think, for me, it's not about the whole "your body is a temple" pre-marital sex stuff. it's about making sure that i'm prepared for the consequences, should an end come one day.
for example, here i am lying in bed, completely unsettled because my dog pete has chosen to sleep on the couch instead of cuddling up with me for the night. i can't get comfortable because "comfortable" for me now requires a warm dog curled up at my side whimpering through his nightmares.
what happens when comfortable means coming home every day to the same wonderful man to talk and laugh about our days at work? what happens when comfortable means sharing breakfast and dinner with the same person every day? what happens when cleaning the house takes half the time because he takes half of the chores? what happens when i depend on him to fix my car or remind me to make the regular six-month appointment with the dentist that i always forget? what happens when my stuff becomes his stuff and his stuff becomes mine?
wonderful happens, that's what.
but what happens when it ends?
that, my friends, is what makes me believe that i could never live with someone outside of marriage. because sharing life so intimately with someone else after having been so independent for so long will be difficult enough for me. having that all taken away? i think that's more then i could handle.
i prefaced my response by articulating my recognition of the fact that not everyone is as defensive about their lives as i am. so while i understand that what is best for me may not be best for everyone, i think that my reasoning may raise some good questions for him to ask himself before jumping into an apartment with his girlfriend too quickly.
most people think that i'm against non-marital cohabitation for conservative religious reasons. usually they think i just blindly believe that no one should live together because it implies sex outside of marriage and surely i would think that's an evil sin. they aren't exactly correct in their assumptions.
a summary of my beliefs in this arena:
- i believe in gay marriage, so until that is acknowledged in all corners of the world then there will always be people in solid, beautiful, God-formed relationships living together without a marriage license. so, clearly the idea that living together outside of marriage is an evil sin is not an idea that i agree with.
- i believe that the biblical stance on sex outside of marriage is less about the physical nature of the act and more about the mental and emotional implications of tying yourself to another person so completely. so, do i think that all sex outside of marriage is an evil sin? no. but do i think that there are very real implications for sexual relationships both outside and inside of a marriage? absolutely. (if you want to read more on this, check out rob bell's sex god, or, my favorite, lauren winner's real sex.)
i've heard a lot of great arguments in support of non-marital cohabitation. i get all of the postmodern "you have to know if you can live with the person, day in and day out" justifications and i understand that it really is important to realize what exactly you're getting into, but i think that's the very reason i don't think i could ever do it.
(are you confused yet? to sum up so far: i'm not against living together, i just don't think it's for me.)
i'm simply not strong enough to let someone so completely into my life without the guarantee that they won't disappear one day. and i know, i know...i know that signing a paper license makes no guarantees either, but i have to believe that standing before God, family and friends and declaring our commitment to one another makes walking away something very different from simply moving out of an apartment i shared with a guy i've dated for a few months.
as a creature of habit, the idea of living with someone day in and day out scares the heck out of me. i've been on my own for a long time now and i have my own particular way of doing things. creating new habits, new routines, new consistency with someone else will be hard work for me. really hard work. (are you appreciating yet just how much a hate change? because if not i can add another "really" with a capital R, or even all caps if that will make the message loud and clear.)
i think when you live with someone, when you offer your whole vulnerable self to that other person, that's an enormous risk to take. contrary to what some people may think, for me, it's not about the whole "your body is a temple" pre-marital sex stuff. it's about making sure that i'm prepared for the consequences, should an end come one day.
for example, here i am lying in bed, completely unsettled because my dog pete has chosen to sleep on the couch instead of cuddling up with me for the night. i can't get comfortable because "comfortable" for me now requires a warm dog curled up at my side whimpering through his nightmares.
what happens when comfortable means coming home every day to the same wonderful man to talk and laugh about our days at work? what happens when comfortable means sharing breakfast and dinner with the same person every day? what happens when cleaning the house takes half the time because he takes half of the chores? what happens when i depend on him to fix my car or remind me to make the regular six-month appointment with the dentist that i always forget? what happens when my stuff becomes his stuff and his stuff becomes mine?
wonderful happens, that's what.
but what happens when it ends?
that, my friends, is what makes me believe that i could never live with someone outside of marriage. because sharing life so intimately with someone else after having been so independent for so long will be difficult enough for me. having that all taken away? i think that's more then i could handle.
Monday, November 14, 2011
bedtime confession
confession: sometimes i sleep in the guest bed because my bed feels too crowded.
sure, i have an angry cat who likes to crawl on my face at night and a sixty pound pup who sprawls out like the bed is all his, but that's not really what causes the claustrophobia.
in the quiet of the night i'm haunted equally by the dark memories of regrets and the memories of better times. my heart starts racing and my mind sprints to keep up. suddenly, i am surrounded by my ghosts.
by grandpa and his quiet smile.
by that little boy in englewood who just wanted to be held.
by songs that touch my soul.
by stories that stretch my imagination.
by the hearts i've broken.
by the heart that broke mine.
by friendships built on mutual quirkiness.
by friendships that ended over trivial matters.
by the fact that i'm not living as "green" as i'd like.
by the fact that i never really knew my mother's father.
by stolen moments with strangers.
by swings that seemed to send us to the heavens.
by angry emails in my inbox.
by lyrics that can't seem to leave my head.
by questions for the Creator.
by questioning my self.
sometimes it just gets to be too much
and i can't handle it.
so i walk down the hall and crawl into a bed that's cold from a long vacancy.
sometimes the pets follow, but somehow the ghosts never do.
sure, i have an angry cat who likes to crawl on my face at night and a sixty pound pup who sprawls out like the bed is all his, but that's not really what causes the claustrophobia.
in the quiet of the night i'm haunted equally by the dark memories of regrets and the memories of better times. my heart starts racing and my mind sprints to keep up. suddenly, i am surrounded by my ghosts.
by grandpa and his quiet smile.
by that little boy in englewood who just wanted to be held.
by songs that touch my soul.
by stories that stretch my imagination.
by the hearts i've broken.
by the heart that broke mine.
by friendships built on mutual quirkiness.
by friendships that ended over trivial matters.
by the fact that i'm not living as "green" as i'd like.
by the fact that i never really knew my mother's father.
by stolen moments with strangers.
by swings that seemed to send us to the heavens.
by angry emails in my inbox.
by lyrics that can't seem to leave my head.
by questions for the Creator.
by questioning my self.
sometimes it just gets to be too much
and i can't handle it.
so i walk down the hall and crawl into a bed that's cold from a long vacancy.
sometimes the pets follow, but somehow the ghosts never do.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
sudden loss
on a night like this, when stories of heartbreak and fear, frustration and even death are found on the other end of the telephone line, i pray.
i realize that we are holidays away from the season, but the spirit of easter is with me tonight.
i pray the prayer of good friday.
i pray the prayer of holy saturday.
i pray that easter will come for those suffering from such devastating life stories right now. i pray for the hope that comes with easter morning, all the while remembering that easter sunday doesn't bring with it the resolve of answers. if anything, it raises more questions.
but it brings hope. hope of a tomorrow without pain. hope of a life without death. hope of life everlasting.
and so my friends,
feel the pain of good friday.
experience fully the depth and breadth of utter heart-wrenching loss.
and feel the confusion of holy saturday.
the frustration of waiting for a future you're unsure will ever actually become reality.
just don't be so blinded by the loss that you don't recognize easter when it arrives...
i realize that we are holidays away from the season, but the spirit of easter is with me tonight.
i pray the prayer of good friday.
i pray the prayer of holy saturday.
i pray that easter will come for those suffering from such devastating life stories right now. i pray for the hope that comes with easter morning, all the while remembering that easter sunday doesn't bring with it the resolve of answers. if anything, it raises more questions.
but it brings hope. hope of a tomorrow without pain. hope of a life without death. hope of life everlasting.
and so my friends,
feel the pain of good friday.
experience fully the depth and breadth of utter heart-wrenching loss.
and feel the confusion of holy saturday.
the frustration of waiting for a future you're unsure will ever actually become reality.
just don't be so blinded by the loss that you don't recognize easter when it arrives...
Thursday, November 3, 2011
regret
i miss the way your personality could light up any room.
the way the mere mention of your name could make people laugh and dance.
i miss the way your whole body would turn serious when you were arguing your point.
the way your whole stance would change and the light in your eyes would change from green to grey.
i miss the way you were always right.
or at least you thought you were...
i miss the way you knew something about absolutely everything.
the way your mind could remember every bit of information you had ever heard.
i miss the way you would smile at me from across the room.
the way the room seemed to part like the red sea and you could hear the distant movie score.
i miss the way you held my hand under the table so no one would see just how sweet you can be.
because those sweet little moments were the best of my life...
i miss the way you let me think i was meek, but loved the bold me better.
the way you didn't mind that i was a strong-willed, stubborn woman who only pretended to be laid back.
i miss the way you would text me loving words while we were sitting in a room full of friends.
the way you would remind me that you were mine and i was yours.
i miss the way you would kiss my forehead and make me feel for even just a moment like i was the only girl in the world.
i miss a lot of things about you.
...about us.
but i don't miss you.
the way the mere mention of your name could make people laugh and dance.
i miss the way your whole body would turn serious when you were arguing your point.
the way your whole stance would change and the light in your eyes would change from green to grey.
i miss the way you were always right.
or at least you thought you were...
i miss the way you knew something about absolutely everything.
the way your mind could remember every bit of information you had ever heard.
i miss the way you would smile at me from across the room.
the way the room seemed to part like the red sea and you could hear the distant movie score.
i miss the way you held my hand under the table so no one would see just how sweet you can be.
because those sweet little moments were the best of my life...
i miss the way you let me think i was meek, but loved the bold me better.
the way you didn't mind that i was a strong-willed, stubborn woman who only pretended to be laid back.
i miss the way you would text me loving words while we were sitting in a room full of friends.
the way you would remind me that you were mine and i was yours.
i miss the way you would kiss my forehead and make me feel for even just a moment like i was the only girl in the world.
i miss a lot of things about you.
...about us.
but i don't miss you.
Monday, October 31, 2011
parenting 101
lessons i've learned from observing my neighbor's superb child-rearing skills.
1) if your child is screaming bloody murder, it is best to lock her outside of the apartment for 15 minutes until one of your neighbors knocks on your door to ask why you seem to find enjoyment out of torturing your children.
2) play your music deafeningly loud and you'll never hear the kids screaming anyway.
3) if it's rainy outside, don't worry! the open staircase between the first and second floors makes the perfect jungle gym!
3b) there's also a great cardio track if you send the children running down the first floor hallway, up the south staircase, up the second floor hallway and down the north staircase. and don't forget to encourage them to stomp down the stairs as loudly as possibly, complete with a full force jump at the end. luckily, the entire space is open so you can hear them no matter where they run!
4) when your child purposefully damages your neighbors property, simply pretend like you don't understand the english language.
5) teach your children to run toward large energetic puppies. furthermore, make sure to remind them to plunge their hands back and forth toward the dog's face.
6) if you really want to teach your children to make friends with their new dog-friends and neighbors, teach them to feed the dog horrible things like paper and sticks and kids meal toys.
7) children perform best at school when they've had as little sleep as possible, so be sure to keep them up until approximately 3am every night.
8) don't teach your children boundaries. and make sure that they know to talk to any and all strangers. at any time of day or night. whether they have shown their complete disdain for you or not.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
a shared heartbeat
i should be reading for book club tomorrow, but instead i am sitting here with tears in my eyes after reading an article someone posted to facebook this evening.
"iowa couple married for 72 years dies holding hands, an hour apart"
i may not be a sappy person, but i couldn't resist the article after seeing that title. as i read, i found tears forming just behind my eyelashes desperate to escape down my cheeks.
the article recounts the story of an elderly couple involved in a car accident on their way into town. the couple was sent to the emergency room, but it was eventually determined that they would not survive their injuries. they were then moved to a room where their beds could be close enough together to hold hands.
"'they joined hands; his right hand, her left hand,' sheets said.
gordon yeager died at 3:38 pm. he was no longer breathing, but the family was surprised by what his monitor showed.
'someone in there said, 'why, then, when we look at the monitor is the heart still beating?' sheets recalled.
'the nurse said dad was picking up mom's heartbeat through mom's hand'
'and we thought, 'oh my gosh, mom's heart is beating through him,' dennis yeager said."
...her heart was beating through him.
last night as i was caring for pete's sore feet and itchy face, i couldn't help but cry. his face was itching relentlessly and he had chewed his feet so badly that they were painfully raw. i searched him for fleas. i checked for injuries. i felt his hurried heart beat. i was determined to find out what was wrong and fix it for him. i researched online. i called his old vet in NC. i did everything short of going to a 24 hour animal hospital.
eventually though, i simply held him in my arms and rocked him gently, trying to calm his anxiety. i didn't know what to do to help him calm down but to love him, which somehow worked more than any of the other methods i attempted. eventually his heart beat slowed to a normal pace and either the itching ceased or he was too tired to fight it any longer.
today i started him on a steroid, bathed him in an awesome new dog shampoo, treated his feet, trimmed his nails and even bought a cone of shame in case he still went after his poor little feet. i don't know if it was the pill, the shampoo, treatment, or the threat of the cone, but he is itch free. he hasn't touched his feet and hasn't scratched his face this evening. he is a tired, but happy puppy again. last night, however, the only thing that would comfort him was for me to hold him close to my heart and let him feel my calm.
because sometimes there is nothing we can do for one another but share a heartbeat. i wonder if that is what gordon and norma were for each other in those last moments - a shared heartbeat, a calm spirit, a common love.
"'dad used to say that a woman is always worth waiting for,' dennis yeager said. 'dad waited an hour for her and held the door for her.'"
"iowa couple married for 72 years dies holding hands, an hour apart"
i may not be a sappy person, but i couldn't resist the article after seeing that title. as i read, i found tears forming just behind my eyelashes desperate to escape down my cheeks.
the article recounts the story of an elderly couple involved in a car accident on their way into town. the couple was sent to the emergency room, but it was eventually determined that they would not survive their injuries. they were then moved to a room where their beds could be close enough together to hold hands.
"'they joined hands; his right hand, her left hand,' sheets said.
gordon yeager died at 3:38 pm. he was no longer breathing, but the family was surprised by what his monitor showed.
'someone in there said, 'why, then, when we look at the monitor is the heart still beating?' sheets recalled.
'the nurse said dad was picking up mom's heartbeat through mom's hand'
'and we thought, 'oh my gosh, mom's heart is beating through him,' dennis yeager said."
...her heart was beating through him.
last night as i was caring for pete's sore feet and itchy face, i couldn't help but cry. his face was itching relentlessly and he had chewed his feet so badly that they were painfully raw. i searched him for fleas. i checked for injuries. i felt his hurried heart beat. i was determined to find out what was wrong and fix it for him. i researched online. i called his old vet in NC. i did everything short of going to a 24 hour animal hospital.
eventually though, i simply held him in my arms and rocked him gently, trying to calm his anxiety. i didn't know what to do to help him calm down but to love him, which somehow worked more than any of the other methods i attempted. eventually his heart beat slowed to a normal pace and either the itching ceased or he was too tired to fight it any longer.
today i started him on a steroid, bathed him in an awesome new dog shampoo, treated his feet, trimmed his nails and even bought a cone of shame in case he still went after his poor little feet. i don't know if it was the pill, the shampoo, treatment, or the threat of the cone, but he is itch free. he hasn't touched his feet and hasn't scratched his face this evening. he is a tired, but happy puppy again. last night, however, the only thing that would comfort him was for me to hold him close to my heart and let him feel my calm.
because sometimes there is nothing we can do for one another but share a heartbeat. i wonder if that is what gordon and norma were for each other in those last moments - a shared heartbeat, a calm spirit, a common love.
"'dad used to say that a woman is always worth waiting for,' dennis yeager said. 'dad waited an hour for her and held the door for her.'"
Sunday, October 16, 2011
the bass who reads braille
church was extravagant this morning. and not in a "i can't believe they spent this much money on all of this. shouldn't we be feeding the hungry in our town?" kind of way.
the church orchestra was in rare form. it must be all the extra practices they've been holding in preparation for this weekend's performances of "jesus christ superstar".
i have two confessions. 1) i was late to church this morning and slipped into the balcony during the first hymn. 2) for the first few minutes of the service i wasn't really focused on God, as i was busy admiring the music, most especially the lively upright bass player and the strong voice of the man standing next to me.
as i watched the orchestra with awe, i couldn't help but notice something sticking out in the chorale scenery above. as my eyes scanned upward, i spotted what had been catching my eye.
the chorale is always a picture of perfection. robes hemmed at just the right length. music held at just the right angle. eyes fixed upon the musical director. standing and sitting silently together on cue.
but this week was different. there was a bass holding his music flat against his chest. at first i thought there might be an infliction of his hands, but then i saw it. his fingers were gracefully scanning the pages. he was blind.
he is blind. and yet he reads music. can you imagine the discipline that takes? i don't know that i have the determination to conquer such a quest, but from now on every time i feel like something is too difficult i will think of the bass who reads braille and recalculate my efforts.
the church orchestra was in rare form. it must be all the extra practices they've been holding in preparation for this weekend's performances of "jesus christ superstar".
i have two confessions. 1) i was late to church this morning and slipped into the balcony during the first hymn. 2) for the first few minutes of the service i wasn't really focused on God, as i was busy admiring the music, most especially the lively upright bass player and the strong voice of the man standing next to me.
as i watched the orchestra with awe, i couldn't help but notice something sticking out in the chorale scenery above. as my eyes scanned upward, i spotted what had been catching my eye.
the chorale is always a picture of perfection. robes hemmed at just the right length. music held at just the right angle. eyes fixed upon the musical director. standing and sitting silently together on cue.
he is blind. and yet he reads music. can you imagine the discipline that takes? i don't know that i have the determination to conquer such a quest, but from now on every time i feel like something is too difficult i will think of the bass who reads braille and recalculate my efforts.
esse quam videri
"so how are you feeling, now that you're back from your trip to north carolina? are you still glad that you took this job?" my boss asked me on thursday in our first one-on-one meeting since my return.
yes.
because my happiness in my 6 years in north carolina had very little to do with the work that i did over those years and everything to do with the people who surrounded me. conversely, my happiness in indiana has everything to do with my work and very little to do with the people here. because let's face it...i can count the friends i've met on one hand.
i am truly happy here. i am. i'm not saying that to convince myself, but to assure my faithful readers that this is not going to be a blog about how much i hate indiana. i go to work every day excited about the work i have to do. i come home every evening thrilled that i get to cook my own meals with time to spare for a good work out. for the first time in my life, my weekends are truly sabbath days to enjoy farmers markets and hiking trails and dog parks and reading books and enjoying the silence and anything else i choose to do.
and i have met some absolutely fantastic people at work who are truly wonderful women.
but then i go back to charlotte and i smile until my cheeks are sore and laugh until my belly tightens up like a corset and i struggle to breathe. i toast a beer with friends who were by my side through bad decision after bad decision, but loved me anyway. i lie in bed with two of my best friends, cuddling with their three dogs and giggling about cute mountain men and krispy kreme doughnuts. i share a meal with friends who were my family as i struggled through heartbreak, dealt with the loss of family members, spent holidays away from my parents and fought my way out of a deep depression. i talk with my old roommate and it feels like just yesterday we were packing up our house in west virginia and moving to this queen city to start a new life.
and i am reminded why north carolina will always be in my heart. because it became my home.
my friend katie and i were talking one night about a year ago that we were ready for another tattoo. i got my first tattoo shortly after meeting her and she got her first while we were living together in the village. we went through a lot during our time together. we helped each other through some really difficult times in our lives. there were a lot of reasons why we wanted to erase the north carolina chapters from our memories - horrible heartbreaks, lousy jobs and a myriad of poor decisions.
but the state was good for something - each other. north carolina had brought us into each others' lives and that was worth remembering. and i know that statement is filled to the brim with cheesiness, but it's the truth.
so we started looking for an image or a word or a symbol, something that could signify our time in north carolina and the friendship that had been created. possibilities were considered, but when we found the north carolina state motto in our research we knew exactly what our next tattoo would be.
esse quam videri.
to be rather than to seem.
the people that i spent time with in north carolina are some of the few people on this planet with whom i can truly be myself. there is no act. there are no lies. there is no awkwardness, no self-consciousness, no fear of judgment. i can just be me and know that they love me.
as i continue to build my community here in indiana, i just keep reminding myself that this community that i left behind me when i moved for this new job, well, i didn't know anyone but kara and monica when i moved there. if i can do it once, i can do it again.
and if i'm going to build that community here, then i need to remember to be myself. because acting like someone else, or faking who you are, only creates fake friendships. only when you are truly yourself can you create true community. esse quam videri.
yes.
because my happiness in my 6 years in north carolina had very little to do with the work that i did over those years and everything to do with the people who surrounded me. conversely, my happiness in indiana has everything to do with my work and very little to do with the people here. because let's face it...i can count the friends i've met on one hand.
i am truly happy here. i am. i'm not saying that to convince myself, but to assure my faithful readers that this is not going to be a blog about how much i hate indiana. i go to work every day excited about the work i have to do. i come home every evening thrilled that i get to cook my own meals with time to spare for a good work out. for the first time in my life, my weekends are truly sabbath days to enjoy farmers markets and hiking trails and dog parks and reading books and enjoying the silence and anything else i choose to do.
and i have met some absolutely fantastic people at work who are truly wonderful women.
but then i go back to charlotte and i smile until my cheeks are sore and laugh until my belly tightens up like a corset and i struggle to breathe. i toast a beer with friends who were by my side through bad decision after bad decision, but loved me anyway. i lie in bed with two of my best friends, cuddling with their three dogs and giggling about cute mountain men and krispy kreme doughnuts. i share a meal with friends who were my family as i struggled through heartbreak, dealt with the loss of family members, spent holidays away from my parents and fought my way out of a deep depression. i talk with my old roommate and it feels like just yesterday we were packing up our house in west virginia and moving to this queen city to start a new life.
and i am reminded why north carolina will always be in my heart. because it became my home.
my friend katie and i were talking one night about a year ago that we were ready for another tattoo. i got my first tattoo shortly after meeting her and she got her first while we were living together in the village. we went through a lot during our time together. we helped each other through some really difficult times in our lives. there were a lot of reasons why we wanted to erase the north carolina chapters from our memories - horrible heartbreaks, lousy jobs and a myriad of poor decisions.
but the state was good for something - each other. north carolina had brought us into each others' lives and that was worth remembering. and i know that statement is filled to the brim with cheesiness, but it's the truth.
esse quam videri.
to be rather than to seem.
the people that i spent time with in north carolina are some of the few people on this planet with whom i can truly be myself. there is no act. there are no lies. there is no awkwardness, no self-consciousness, no fear of judgment. i can just be me and know that they love me.
as i continue to build my community here in indiana, i just keep reminding myself that this community that i left behind me when i moved for this new job, well, i didn't know anyone but kara and monica when i moved there. if i can do it once, i can do it again.
and if i'm going to build that community here, then i need to remember to be myself. because acting like someone else, or faking who you are, only creates fake friendships. only when you are truly yourself can you create true community. esse quam videri.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
i run.
pete is desperate for friends right now. (...so am i.) the move has really been rough on him. (and if i'm honest...me too.) he had regular puppy play dates in the village. he played with his dog pals nearly every day of the week and it's now been three months since the big move and he's only played with one other dog for a grand total of two hours one month ago.
today, while we were taking our daily run around the apartment complex, i noticed his ears perk every time we passed another dog. whether they were indoors or out on a walk, every dog sparked his interest. it is so clear that he wants so desperately to just run around and play with another pup. but i held true to my determination to get in those miles before the rains came. i kept him moving along every time.
it didn't stop him, though, from continuing to spot every dog and staring them down as long as he could. sometimes i even had to give him a little tug on the leash to remind him that we were not going to succumb to any distractions. i have a goal for pete and i. for me, i want to feel good about my body for once in my life. for pete, i need him to release some major energy so he isn't such a crazy mess in the evenings.
so we kept on running. we didn't stop. not when the prissy little yorkie yipped at pete and tried to start a fight. not when the black lab took a playful stance and beckoned pete to come and play then barked fiercely when pete started toward him. not when the bulldog sat and stared us down like we were the enemy. not even when the absolutely adorable beagle wagged his tail and cheerfully joined us on the run for as long as she could keep up. we kept on running.
sometimes i wonder if i've passed up some great things because i was too focused on what was ahead of me. sure, this can be a good thing. passing up jobs or men or friendships or opportunities that simply weren't positive influences has been a good thing. passing up on them because they were degrading or mundane or unhealthy or ...simply not enough. passing on the yorkie, passing on the lab, passing on the bulldog - these were good choices.
but what about the beagles of my life? the opportunities and the people who came into my life and for lack of true acknowledgement or a ridiculous loyalty to a senseless hurried pace, i kept on running.
while i am still learning the ins and outs of becoming a physical runner, i am an expert on the practice of running from my life sometimes. i dismiss the pilot who gives me his number because "i have a plane to catch. besides, he can't really be interested in me." or when i don't even print out the application for the internship in paris because "i've already promised to move to charlotte with kara. it may only be february, but i can't back out now."
i don't share this to dwell on the "could have been"s. that's a waste of time. i share because i don't want reach the end of my life and realize that it was chock full of "could have been"s. from now on, i want to be known as someone who took the time to acknowledge life around me. i want to be known as someone who took advantage of every positive opportunity that came her way. i want to be known for more than just someone who pursued her goals, but as someone who truly lived.
this is not to say that i will let pete play with every dog we meet during our evening run. but maybe once in a while we'll walk instead, and we'll say hello to the people and the puppies we meet on the street. who knows, maybe that beagle will be pete's new best friend. (...heck, maybe i'll find a new friend too.)
today, while we were taking our daily run around the apartment complex, i noticed his ears perk every time we passed another dog. whether they were indoors or out on a walk, every dog sparked his interest. it is so clear that he wants so desperately to just run around and play with another pup. but i held true to my determination to get in those miles before the rains came. i kept him moving along every time.
it didn't stop him, though, from continuing to spot every dog and staring them down as long as he could. sometimes i even had to give him a little tug on the leash to remind him that we were not going to succumb to any distractions. i have a goal for pete and i. for me, i want to feel good about my body for once in my life. for pete, i need him to release some major energy so he isn't such a crazy mess in the evenings.
sometimes i wonder if i've passed up some great things because i was too focused on what was ahead of me. sure, this can be a good thing. passing up jobs or men or friendships or opportunities that simply weren't positive influences has been a good thing. passing up on them because they were degrading or mundane or unhealthy or ...simply not enough. passing on the yorkie, passing on the lab, passing on the bulldog - these were good choices.
but what about the beagles of my life? the opportunities and the people who came into my life and for lack of true acknowledgement or a ridiculous loyalty to a senseless hurried pace, i kept on running.
while i am still learning the ins and outs of becoming a physical runner, i am an expert on the practice of running from my life sometimes. i dismiss the pilot who gives me his number because "i have a plane to catch. besides, he can't really be interested in me." or when i don't even print out the application for the internship in paris because "i've already promised to move to charlotte with kara. it may only be february, but i can't back out now."
i don't share this to dwell on the "could have been"s. that's a waste of time. i share because i don't want reach the end of my life and realize that it was chock full of "could have been"s. from now on, i want to be known as someone who took the time to acknowledge life around me. i want to be known as someone who took advantage of every positive opportunity that came her way. i want to be known for more than just someone who pursued her goals, but as someone who truly lived.
this is not to say that i will let pete play with every dog we meet during our evening run. but maybe once in a while we'll walk instead, and we'll say hello to the people and the puppies we meet on the street. who knows, maybe that beagle will be pete's new best friend. (...heck, maybe i'll find a new friend too.) Sunday, September 11, 2011
being myself ...but better
"i just hope that you aren't changing who you are for this..."
she said it so seriously that the tension in the room almost made me giggle. (i laugh when i'm nervous, but anyone reading this knows that about me already.)
katie has been a best friend almost since the day i met her. she has always allowed me to be myself. actually, she's begged me to be myself every moment that we are together. if i am anything but truly me, she automatically questions it.
i love this about her. i love this about our friendship.
so the other night when she asked me if i was somehow changing who i am for my job, well, i hesitated. i haven't felt like i needed to change anything for my job. ...but katie knows me so well. maybe she is seeing something i don't?
people said the same thing when i joined my fraternity ten years ago. i remember one longtime friend in particular saying, "what, now you're going to be a barbie or something?"
i didn't have the right words for those friends ten years ago, and i didn't have a good explanation for katie either. but i think i do now. (i'm an internal processor. i need time to think about things before i respond.)
for the past few years i lived in a village. a VILLAGE, people. it's not like i completely let myself go to the point of needing an intervention or anything, but i surely wasn't taking care of myself either. what was the point? there was nowhere to grow in my job. and the most interaction i saw each day was with college students who thought pajamas were acceptable for class and mac 'n' cheese should be considered as a food group of its own. who did i have to impress? where was my challenge?
now that i am back among the living, i care a little more. this is a good thing.
i have been more thoughtful of my appearance than i have been in recent years. and yes, i have been more concerned with physical fitness and healthy nutrition. the same thought processes changed when i made my decision that fateful bid day friday ten years ago.

because membership in my fraternity makes me want to be better.
and not just better looking, although those are the easiest to recognize at first glance. i have a renewed connection to my faith. a renewed commitment to seeking social justice. a renewed positivity in what each day can bring.
our new fraternity tagline charges us to "live with purpose" and i intend to live with purpose every day. so, i purposefully style my appearance not to distract from my intelligence. i purposefully make healthy living a priority. i purposefully try to find new ways to challenge myself and my creativity. i purposefully seek out opportunities to contribute to my community.
if membership in an organization doesn't make you want to be a better person, then what's the point? and if the work you do each day doesn't challenge you to seek more, to learn more, to do more, to be more, then maybe it's time to find another job.
she said it so seriously that the tension in the room almost made me giggle. (i laugh when i'm nervous, but anyone reading this knows that about me already.)
katie has been a best friend almost since the day i met her. she has always allowed me to be myself. actually, she's begged me to be myself every moment that we are together. if i am anything but truly me, she automatically questions it.
i love this about her. i love this about our friendship.
so the other night when she asked me if i was somehow changing who i am for my job, well, i hesitated. i haven't felt like i needed to change anything for my job. ...but katie knows me so well. maybe she is seeing something i don't?
people said the same thing when i joined my fraternity ten years ago. i remember one longtime friend in particular saying, "what, now you're going to be a barbie or something?"
i didn't have the right words for those friends ten years ago, and i didn't have a good explanation for katie either. but i think i do now. (i'm an internal processor. i need time to think about things before i respond.)
for the past few years i lived in a village. a VILLAGE, people. it's not like i completely let myself go to the point of needing an intervention or anything, but i surely wasn't taking care of myself either. what was the point? there was nowhere to grow in my job. and the most interaction i saw each day was with college students who thought pajamas were acceptable for class and mac 'n' cheese should be considered as a food group of its own. who did i have to impress? where was my challenge?
now that i am back among the living, i care a little more. this is a good thing.
i have been more thoughtful of my appearance than i have been in recent years. and yes, i have been more concerned with physical fitness and healthy nutrition. the same thought processes changed when i made my decision that fateful bid day friday ten years ago.
because membership in my fraternity makes me want to be better.
and not just better looking, although those are the easiest to recognize at first glance. i have a renewed connection to my faith. a renewed commitment to seeking social justice. a renewed positivity in what each day can bring.
our new fraternity tagline charges us to "live with purpose" and i intend to live with purpose every day. so, i purposefully style my appearance not to distract from my intelligence. i purposefully make healthy living a priority. i purposefully try to find new ways to challenge myself and my creativity. i purposefully seek out opportunities to contribute to my community.
if membership in an organization doesn't make you want to be a better person, then what's the point? and if the work you do each day doesn't challenge you to seek more, to learn more, to do more, to be more, then maybe it's time to find another job.
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
6 planes, 4 days
last week was a whirlwind. i traveled 5,881 miles over the span of four days via six airplanes visiting six different airports. none of this was planned. it just kind of happened.
i have a habit of sleeping on planes. i sleep, typically, for the duration of the flight. the attendants are lucky if i even stay awake long enough for them to give the safety demonstration. somehow, though, i always wake up as they come back with the drink cart. every time i order the same thing: sprite zero.
why, you ask? 1) because as a kid my mom always gave me 7up when i had an upset stomach and unfortunately i do have a little bit of motion sickness in cars, boats, and airplanes. not enough for dramamine or anything, but enough for a clear carbonated soda. and 2) because regular sprite is too sugary for me.
i drink my sprite and then i return to my usual routine. sleeping.
well, as we were mid-flight somewhere over montana (i think) during flight #2, i noticed such beautiful scenery through the window. the mountains were stunning and there in the middle of the peaks was this vibrant aqua blue-green pool of crystal clear water. (the photo does not do it justice...) i stared. i barely took my eyes off of it long enough to get the photo.
shortly after passing the mountains we rose to a higher altitude, and it wasn't long before we were soaring above gracefully dancing clouds. it was like i was watching cotton candy ballerinas from a box seat above the sky stage. i couldn't help but smile with pure delight and appreciation of the joy in front of my eyes. it was beautiful and delicate and animated, all at the same time.
i didn't go back to my routine sleep. i couldn't. all i could do was stare at these dancing clouds and pray that one day i would find the joy and the peace and the beauty that these clouds had found. i was mesmerized by it all.
eventually, we had to cut through the clouds and prepare for landing. all of a sudden, this beauty that had me mesmerized was the cause for terrible turbulence. it was a rocky flight for a little while, but as soon as we cut through the clouds it was smooth sailing through the landing.
last night i talked with a friend who has cut through some clouds recently. he's endured the turbulence and came out on the other side relatively unscathed, but our conversation got me thinking about that flight.
we sometimes idealize things from behind the protective lens of our own defenses. he had resigned himself to being single for life. he had given up on the idea of romance and marriage and children and he was okay with it. life had different plans, though. [enter dream girl from stage right.] and the very thing that had looked so full of joy and peace and beauty, turned out to bring him down a rocky path. but even though the relationship is over now, he'll tell you that it was worth it. because he learned about himself and he learned about love. was it the fairy tale? no. but no one can say that he sat by and let life pass him by. he was out dancing with the clouds.
i have a habit of sleeping on planes. i wake up just long enough to get a drink that will help ease the pain, but i quickly fall back into my routine. i miss a lot while i'm asleep. i miss aqua blue-green crystal clear lakes among the mountain tops. i miss beautiful ballerina cloud coverage. and yes, i'd even miss the turbulence.
i fought my instincts and stayed awake for flight #4 and the pay off was totally worth it. the hot pilot asked out for coffee.
so here's to staying awake and experiencing life - because a little bit of turbulence is worth dancing with the clouds.
i have a habit of sleeping on planes. i sleep, typically, for the duration of the flight. the attendants are lucky if i even stay awake long enough for them to give the safety demonstration. somehow, though, i always wake up as they come back with the drink cart. every time i order the same thing: sprite zero.why, you ask? 1) because as a kid my mom always gave me 7up when i had an upset stomach and unfortunately i do have a little bit of motion sickness in cars, boats, and airplanes. not enough for dramamine or anything, but enough for a clear carbonated soda. and 2) because regular sprite is too sugary for me.
i drink my sprite and then i return to my usual routine. sleeping.
well, as we were mid-flight somewhere over montana (i think) during flight #2, i noticed such beautiful scenery through the window. the mountains were stunning and there in the middle of the peaks was this vibrant aqua blue-green pool of crystal clear water. (the photo does not do it justice...) i stared. i barely took my eyes off of it long enough to get the photo.
shortly after passing the mountains we rose to a higher altitude, and it wasn't long before we were soaring above gracefully dancing clouds. it was like i was watching cotton candy ballerinas from a box seat above the sky stage. i couldn't help but smile with pure delight and appreciation of the joy in front of my eyes. it was beautiful and delicate and animated, all at the same time.
i didn't go back to my routine sleep. i couldn't. all i could do was stare at these dancing clouds and pray that one day i would find the joy and the peace and the beauty that these clouds had found. i was mesmerized by it all.
eventually, we had to cut through the clouds and prepare for landing. all of a sudden, this beauty that had me mesmerized was the cause for terrible turbulence. it was a rocky flight for a little while, but as soon as we cut through the clouds it was smooth sailing through the landing.
last night i talked with a friend who has cut through some clouds recently. he's endured the turbulence and came out on the other side relatively unscathed, but our conversation got me thinking about that flight.
we sometimes idealize things from behind the protective lens of our own defenses. he had resigned himself to being single for life. he had given up on the idea of romance and marriage and children and he was okay with it. life had different plans, though. [enter dream girl from stage right.] and the very thing that had looked so full of joy and peace and beauty, turned out to bring him down a rocky path. but even though the relationship is over now, he'll tell you that it was worth it. because he learned about himself and he learned about love. was it the fairy tale? no. but no one can say that he sat by and let life pass him by. he was out dancing with the clouds.
i have a habit of sleeping on planes. i wake up just long enough to get a drink that will help ease the pain, but i quickly fall back into my routine. i miss a lot while i'm asleep. i miss aqua blue-green crystal clear lakes among the mountain tops. i miss beautiful ballerina cloud coverage. and yes, i'd even miss the turbulence.
i fought my instincts and stayed awake for flight #4 and the pay off was totally worth it. the hot pilot asked out for coffee.
so here's to staying awake and experiencing life - because a little bit of turbulence is worth dancing with the clouds.
Friday, August 26, 2011
the mourning kaddish
"man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists." ~ antonio porchia
i struggle with grief. i'm not good at mourning. in an attempt to appear as though i've got it all together, i let the fear and the hurt and the frustration build up until all of a sudden i can no longer function. i freeze. i let the pain overpower me.
unfortunately, my christian tradition didn't give me much to work with when it comes to grieving. our jewish brothers and sisters, however, have a rich language for mourning and i have found it exponentially helpful in times like these.
the first phase is called aninut, or "burial" which lasts between death and burial. during aninut mourners are free from all responsibility. they don't have to do anything but prepare for the funeral. rabbi margaret holub says "mourners are exempt from other commandments during aninut because only the living are obligated by God's law, and in those first days after a death, mourners border on death themselves." more than that, even the community is free from obligation. they aren't supposed to visit or bring food or even try to comfort the mourners. as rabbi holub says, "the death is still happening, so the work of comforting cannot yet begin."
the second phase is called shiva, or "seven" for the first week following the burial. the community gathers at the mourner's home to "sit shiva". in silence, they sit. during this time, the mourners do not leave the house, but rely on the community to bring meals and offer support without offering advice. this is taken from the story of job and it is my favorite part of the jewish mourning process.
the third phase is called shloshim, or "thirty" and lasts for the next month. finally, the mourner comes out of their house and enters society once more. it is a gradual process, of attending services and talking with friends.
finally, after the thirty days, the mourner enters the final phase of mourning which last a full year. during this time you pray the kaddish, but you can't pray it alone. by design, you must pray this prayer with a community. it forces the mourner back into the community. you actually say the kaddish twice a day, every day for the the full year after the death, including during shiva and shloshim.
the kaddish is a reminder of who God is and how God is working in our lives. and even if you don't feel like praying, you do it. kind of a 'fake it til ya make it' attitude. you pray the kaddish because you know that even if you don't feel it in that moment, God is there.
this is the part i forget, sometimes. i forget to praise God through the pain. i forget that even though i just can't feel it, that God is there and that God is still mighty and powerful and loving and just. that even though all i may be able to see is the darkness and the pain and the doubt, that God is still God.
i love this process. because it is just that - a process. i think sometimes as christians we talk about grief and we talk about moving forward but we don't do a good job of teaching what happens in between. we bring meals and we send cards, but that typically only lasts a couple weeks or so. after that, the cards stop coming and the doorbell stops ringing. after that, we're all alone. it's expected that we should move on with our lives.
the jewish tradition recognizes the need for a longer mourning process. it recognizes that we don't move on so quickly. sometimes things never go back to normal. most times, you have to create a new normal, and that takes time.
tonight, i sit shiva. tonight, i sit in silence as others grieve. tonight, i pray with them the kaddish, because God is still there. amidst the pain and the confusion and even the hatred, God is still there. and God is still God.
may the great name of God be exalted and sanctified,
throughout the world, which he has created according to his will.
may his kingship be established in your lifetime and in your days,
and in the lifetime of the entire household of israel,
swiftly and in the near future;
and say, amen.
may his great name be blessed, forever and ever.
blessed, praised, glorified, exalted, extolled,
honored elevated and lauded be the name of the holy one,
blessed is he - above and beyond any blessings and hymns,
praises and consolations which are uttered in the world;
and say, amen.
may there be abundant peace from heaven,
and life, upon us and upon all israel;
and say, amen.
he who makes peace in his heights, may he make peace,
upon us and upon all israel.
and say, amen.
Monday, August 22, 2011
best of friends
she's been a best friend for nearly two decades. some of my earliest memories include her. like her second grade birthday slumber party or jumping on the big trampoline in her back yard. there were times in our lives when we were absolutely inseparable.
i was there when her daughter was born, stood next to her when she married the man of her dreams and cried the day her son was brought into the world.
she has been a part of me for most of my life.
this weekend, as we celebrated the next chapter of another dear friend's life, i realized just how close we had become over the years. we were sitting at a table with strangers and ended up sharing a plate for bread. when asked about it, i simply replied with "we share a lot. it's fine." a little while later when we ordered a dessert to split, one of our new friends laughed saying, "you guys share everything, don't you?"
at the time, i thought "well, yeah. of course we do."
but the truth is that we haven't always shared everything with each other. we found that out on the car ride home from the bachelorette party. we ended up sharing stories that somehow were never shared before. she almost cried, she was laughing so hard after learning about one of my high school "relationships" that she never knew about. and i wasn't the only one spilling the secrets. i found out about not one, but two different adventures i never knew about before.
we laughed so hard.
it was like old times. ...just like old times.
we even stayed at my parents' house, in the little room downstairs with two twin beds so we could relive the slumber party days of old. i had my best friend back again. no kids. no husband. no worries. no time constraints. just us, hanging out and enjoying life together. i haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
she is my friend for life. forever and ever, amen.
and for that, i am the luckiest girl in the world.
"if only the world wouldn't get in the way
if only people would just let you play.
they say you're both being fools
you're breaking all the rules
they can't understand, the magic of your wonderland
when you're the best of friends"
~ fox and the hound, best of friends
i was there when her daughter was born, stood next to her when she married the man of her dreams and cried the day her son was brought into the world.
she has been a part of me for most of my life.
this weekend, as we celebrated the next chapter of another dear friend's life, i realized just how close we had become over the years. we were sitting at a table with strangers and ended up sharing a plate for bread. when asked about it, i simply replied with "we share a lot. it's fine." a little while later when we ordered a dessert to split, one of our new friends laughed saying, "you guys share everything, don't you?"
at the time, i thought "well, yeah. of course we do."
but the truth is that we haven't always shared everything with each other. we found that out on the car ride home from the bachelorette party. we ended up sharing stories that somehow were never shared before. she almost cried, she was laughing so hard after learning about one of my high school "relationships" that she never knew about. and i wasn't the only one spilling the secrets. i found out about not one, but two different adventures i never knew about before.
we laughed so hard.
it was like old times. ...just like old times.
we even stayed at my parents' house, in the little room downstairs with two twin beds so we could relive the slumber party days of old. i had my best friend back again. no kids. no husband. no worries. no time constraints. just us, hanging out and enjoying life together. i haven't laughed that hard in a long time.
she is my friend for life. forever and ever, amen.
and for that, i am the luckiest girl in the world.
"if only the world wouldn't get in the way
if only people would just let you play.
they say you're both being fools
you're breaking all the rules
they can't understand, the magic of your wonderland
when you're the best of friends"
~ fox and the hound, best of friends
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
bigger the dog, bigger the poop
when adopting a new canine friend, it's important to weigh your options.
i wanted a big dog, but not so big that i couldn't handle it. little dogs freak me out a little bit. they simply aren't....enough. i wanted more than a dog the size of a football that i could kick across the room but not so big that i couldn't carry him if he broke a leg or something and i needed to get him to the vet.
when i saw pete's picture i knew he was for me. he was so handsome. and sweet. and he was just the right size. 35 lbs of pure muscle and love. he was affectionate and easy going and it just seemed perfect.
through the process of adopting and living with pete, i've learned a few things. the most important thing being that the bigger the dog, the more expensive their meds, the more food they eat, the bigger the poop to pick up. and picking up poop is gross. it smells and sometimes it's not solid enough to pick up quickly.
as pete has grown, so has the risk. he's a big dog. and sometimes he hurts me. he doesn't mean to, but he's stronger than he realizes and when 60 pounds of pure energy comes speeding toward you, well sometimes you get hurt. plus, i can no longer pick him up all by myself. if he got hurt while we were out on a trail, i wouldn't be able to carry him all on my own. i'd need help.
the bigger the dog, the bigger the poop.
relationships are the same.
it's important to pick one that's right for you. sure, a superficial relationship can be fun and it can pass the time alright. and risk is low with love like that. if you don't have to invest too much of yourself, then there's not much out on the line.
but me? i'd rather have a big love. and not the kind on HBO. i'm talking about a love that is big enough to handle me and all of my complexities. a man with the right sized personality. a man who gives the right amount of affection. a man who is the perfect fit. a man who's ...enough.
and the longer the relationship lasts, the more it grows. as the connection deepens, the more things can go wrong. feelings can get messy and the gray area of love can get wider and wider.
as the relationship grows, the risk for heartbreak grows as well. break up in a month? no big deal. i can heal on my own. break up after a couple years? i won't be able to fix it on my own. i'll need help. ...the bigger the dog, the bigger the risk.
ask anyone who's found the right thing, though and they'll agree: it's risky, but the pay off is worth it.
i wouldn't trade pete for anything.
when i saw pete's picture i knew he was for me. he was so handsome. and sweet. and he was just the right size. 35 lbs of pure muscle and love. he was affectionate and easy going and it just seemed perfect.
through the process of adopting and living with pete, i've learned a few things. the most important thing being that the bigger the dog, the more expensive their meds, the more food they eat, the bigger the poop to pick up. and picking up poop is gross. it smells and sometimes it's not solid enough to pick up quickly.
as pete has grown, so has the risk. he's a big dog. and sometimes he hurts me. he doesn't mean to, but he's stronger than he realizes and when 60 pounds of pure energy comes speeding toward you, well sometimes you get hurt. plus, i can no longer pick him up all by myself. if he got hurt while we were out on a trail, i wouldn't be able to carry him all on my own. i'd need help.
the bigger the dog, the bigger the poop.
relationships are the same.
it's important to pick one that's right for you. sure, a superficial relationship can be fun and it can pass the time alright. and risk is low with love like that. if you don't have to invest too much of yourself, then there's not much out on the line.
but me? i'd rather have a big love. and not the kind on HBO. i'm talking about a love that is big enough to handle me and all of my complexities. a man with the right sized personality. a man who gives the right amount of affection. a man who is the perfect fit. a man who's ...enough.
and the longer the relationship lasts, the more it grows. as the connection deepens, the more things can go wrong. feelings can get messy and the gray area of love can get wider and wider.
as the relationship grows, the risk for heartbreak grows as well. break up in a month? no big deal. i can heal on my own. break up after a couple years? i won't be able to fix it on my own. i'll need help. ...the bigger the dog, the bigger the risk.
ask anyone who's found the right thing, though and they'll agree: it's risky, but the pay off is worth it.
i wouldn't trade pete for anything.
Sunday, August 14, 2011
stormy weather
for the past few summers, marisa and i have diligently planned our infamous "summer concert series". our series have included quite the eclectic array of genres. we've seen everyone from james taylor and carole king to mumford and sons to darius rucker and brad paisley to g love and jason mraz. i've missed our concert series this summer
there's something about the energy of a live show that invigorates my soul in a way nothing else can. the stories between songs. the banter between bandmates. the comradery of the crowd. and the falling of the stage?
a storm blew in during a concert tonight at the state fair causing the entire stage rigging to fall forward into the crowd, reportedly killing four people and injuring many more. it happened between performers, so luckily neither sara barreilles or sugarland were on the stage when it happened.
i immediately check twitter to see if my friend who was in attendance tonight was okay and see this tweet from a journalist that i follow: "weather. flight delays. meh. just wanna be home." then i check sugarland's website to see if they are making any comments on the incident, which they did - asking for prayers. one fan commented on the blog with, "are you positive the show is going to be cancelled tomorrow??"
cathleen's irritated with flight delays and spooner336 is worried about her date tomorrow night while we're dealing with deaths here in indianapolis.
what storm is in your life right now? is it the irritating kind? is it the kind that delays your arrival time at the next destination? is it the kind that makes you change your plans? is it the killing kind? is it killing you? are you watching it kill someone else, right before your eyes?
because it's all the same storm. it's just about perspective.
did cathleen know that the very storms that delayed her flight were murderous and unapologetic? no. from where she's sitting there are probably blue skies. we don't always see the bigger picture. life is a precious gift and nights like tonight are harsh reminders of the fragility of that gift. we can choose to be aggravated by the menial annoyances or we can remember that sometimes, though we can't see it, there are bigger storms at play.
"in the moment that one thing ends
is the same time that one begins
and return as we must
we are ashes to dust, amen."
hello, sugarland
there's something about the energy of a live show that invigorates my soul in a way nothing else can. the stories between songs. the banter between bandmates. the comradery of the crowd. and the falling of the stage?
a storm blew in during a concert tonight at the state fair causing the entire stage rigging to fall forward into the crowd, reportedly killing four people and injuring many more. it happened between performers, so luckily neither sara barreilles or sugarland were on the stage when it happened.
i immediately check twitter to see if my friend who was in attendance tonight was okay and see this tweet from a journalist that i follow: "weather. flight delays. meh. just wanna be home." then i check sugarland's website to see if they are making any comments on the incident, which they did - asking for prayers. one fan commented on the blog with, "are you positive the show is going to be cancelled tomorrow??"
cathleen's irritated with flight delays and spooner336 is worried about her date tomorrow night while we're dealing with deaths here in indianapolis.
what storm is in your life right now? is it the irritating kind? is it the kind that delays your arrival time at the next destination? is it the kind that makes you change your plans? is it the killing kind? is it killing you? are you watching it kill someone else, right before your eyes?
because it's all the same storm. it's just about perspective.
"in the moment that one thing ends
is the same time that one begins
and return as we must
we are ashes to dust, amen."
hello, sugarland
Friday, August 12, 2011
bully breed
"heavy-elka." i was ten years old and a boy in the lunch line at school called me a nasty name. i don't think i had ever thought about my appearance before that. that was the moment that i noticed my weight, my hair, my clothes. that was the moment that i become self-conscious. it was the moment i lost my childhood innocence.
the name didn't catch on. i don't know why, whether it was friends or teachers who put a stop to it, but no one ever called me that name again. and yet, eighteen years later, i can still hear the malicious tone in luke's voice as he called me fat in front of my friends.
i was lucky. sure, there were days that i hated school just as much as the next kid, but i was never a victim of ceaseless bullying or social scorn. kids today don't have a chance. maybe that's overly pessimistic, but it's the truth. the disparity between the haves and the have nots is so great that there doesn't seem to be any middle ground any more. financially, technologically, socially - it's too easy to see who's got it and who doesn't.
bullying today is out of control. i was just telling someone the other day that i am so glad that i didn't grow up in today's world of facebook and twitter and youtube. i would not have survived. or at least my reputation wouldn't have. people can be cruel. and once it's out there on the internet, it's out there for good. nothing is private anymore and bullying has moved from silly name calling in the lunch line to tireless harassment through a variety of media methods. luke's lunch line "heavy-elka" would have turned into dozens of kids posting such nastiness on facebook and twitter then texting me nonstop until my parents let me drop out of school and i end up in emergency rehab for an eating disorder.
according to his papers, pete is an "american bulldog mix", but ask anyone who has ever met him and they'll place him in the following: pit bull terrier, american staffordshire terrier, boxer, american bulldog - bully breeds, all of them.
before pete, the main pup in my life was omen, my brother and sister-in-law's great dane-pit bull mix. in our family, omen is known as my boyfriend. for some unknown reason this dog loves me. i mean LOVES me. when i visit them in wilmington, omen stays by my side during the day and sleeps with me at night. in his earlier years he would nearly tackle me to the ground and cover me with kisses when i walked through the door.
every preconceived idea i had of pit bulls flew out the window when omen stormed into my life. then came a picture of pete in an email from a friend of a friend. "anybody want to adopt this puppy?" they asked. i didn't see a scary pit bull. i saw a beautiful puppy who needed a home and instantly i knew that his home was with me.
i'll never forget the first time i saw him. my friend becca came with me for the introductions and we fell in love with him almost immediately. he nearly tackled me in the same way omen used to when i walked through the door to meet him. pete was only 35 pounds at the time, so not nearly big enough to actually get me to the ground. only scrappy enough to pull out a hoop earring and stretch it to submission.
i did everything i was supposed to - i played with his toes, put my hands in his food bowl, stole the rag bone he was playing with and watched his jaws as he interacted. he didn't care at all. sure, he was a bully breed but he wasn't aggressive.

bully breeds got their name not for being "bullies" but because their unifying ancestor, the molosser, was known for baiting bulls in 19th century england. they got their bad reputation in the eighties when gangs trained them for aggressive protection. the fact is that these dogs are loyal animals who are unwaveringly faithful to the ones they love. they desperately want to please their owners and will diligently train accordingly.
take pete for example. we were a mess before swiftdogz, but through their canine behavioral training we learned how to communicate. i learned how to tell pete what i expected from him and he quickly followed instruction. all he needed was some structure and consistency.
bullies in school need the same thing. they need love. and not the superficial kind who provide wine coolers for a middle school birthday party because they want to be cool or the fanatical kind who care more about the trophies their athlete or mathlete bring home than the relationship they share. like pete, these are loyal, strong-willed, self-conscious children who desperately want to be noticed by someone who loves them, who critically need authentic loving support, structure and consistency.
what if every parent had to complete a communication and adoration training before giving birth? what if we cultivated supportive cognizant communities of love, rather than competitive societies of greed? well, then i think we could eradicate the bullying problem in our schools (and at our dog parks).
the name didn't catch on. i don't know why, whether it was friends or teachers who put a stop to it, but no one ever called me that name again. and yet, eighteen years later, i can still hear the malicious tone in luke's voice as he called me fat in front of my friends.
i was lucky. sure, there were days that i hated school just as much as the next kid, but i was never a victim of ceaseless bullying or social scorn. kids today don't have a chance. maybe that's overly pessimistic, but it's the truth. the disparity between the haves and the have nots is so great that there doesn't seem to be any middle ground any more. financially, technologically, socially - it's too easy to see who's got it and who doesn't.
bullying today is out of control. i was just telling someone the other day that i am so glad that i didn't grow up in today's world of facebook and twitter and youtube. i would not have survived. or at least my reputation wouldn't have. people can be cruel. and once it's out there on the internet, it's out there for good. nothing is private anymore and bullying has moved from silly name calling in the lunch line to tireless harassment through a variety of media methods. luke's lunch line "heavy-elka" would have turned into dozens of kids posting such nastiness on facebook and twitter then texting me nonstop until my parents let me drop out of school and i end up in emergency rehab for an eating disorder.
according to his papers, pete is an "american bulldog mix", but ask anyone who has ever met him and they'll place him in the following: pit bull terrier, american staffordshire terrier, boxer, american bulldog - bully breeds, all of them.
before pete, the main pup in my life was omen, my brother and sister-in-law's great dane-pit bull mix. in our family, omen is known as my boyfriend. for some unknown reason this dog loves me. i mean LOVES me. when i visit them in wilmington, omen stays by my side during the day and sleeps with me at night. in his earlier years he would nearly tackle me to the ground and cover me with kisses when i walked through the door.
every preconceived idea i had of pit bulls flew out the window when omen stormed into my life. then came a picture of pete in an email from a friend of a friend. "anybody want to adopt this puppy?" they asked. i didn't see a scary pit bull. i saw a beautiful puppy who needed a home and instantly i knew that his home was with me.
i'll never forget the first time i saw him. my friend becca came with me for the introductions and we fell in love with him almost immediately. he nearly tackled me in the same way omen used to when i walked through the door to meet him. pete was only 35 pounds at the time, so not nearly big enough to actually get me to the ground. only scrappy enough to pull out a hoop earring and stretch it to submission.
i did everything i was supposed to - i played with his toes, put my hands in his food bowl, stole the rag bone he was playing with and watched his jaws as he interacted. he didn't care at all. sure, he was a bully breed but he wasn't aggressive.

bully breeds got their name not for being "bullies" but because their unifying ancestor, the molosser, was known for baiting bulls in 19th century england. they got their bad reputation in the eighties when gangs trained them for aggressive protection. the fact is that these dogs are loyal animals who are unwaveringly faithful to the ones they love. they desperately want to please their owners and will diligently train accordingly.
take pete for example. we were a mess before swiftdogz, but through their canine behavioral training we learned how to communicate. i learned how to tell pete what i expected from him and he quickly followed instruction. all he needed was some structure and consistency.
bullies in school need the same thing. they need love. and not the superficial kind who provide wine coolers for a middle school birthday party because they want to be cool or the fanatical kind who care more about the trophies their athlete or mathlete bring home than the relationship they share. like pete, these are loyal, strong-willed, self-conscious children who desperately want to be noticed by someone who loves them, who critically need authentic loving support, structure and consistency.
what if every parent had to complete a communication and adoration training before giving birth? what if we cultivated supportive cognizant communities of love, rather than competitive societies of greed? well, then i think we could eradicate the bullying problem in our schools (and at our dog parks).
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
lost and found
have you ever put something into safe keeping so safely that you forget where you put it?
i do it a lot. you would think that i would have learned my lesson by now. i have a horrible memory, so it's no surprise that i would forget where i put important things that aren't used regularly.
today i lost something. something really important. truly very important. a document that can't be reproduced. a one of a kind. it's gone. i can't find it anywhere. i have seen it since the big move, so i know it made it to indianapolis. what's really pathetic is that the reason i know it was in this apartment at one point was because i've already lost it once since moving here. now it's gone again. and i need it. like, now.
i am so frustrated. more than that i'm disappointed. and disappointment is so much more self-deprecating than frustration.
unfortunately, i don't just misplace things, i misplace people sometimes too. the down side to loving so many fantastic people on this earth is that it is impossible to frequently communicate with every friendship over the years.
there are friends that i put into safe keeping, so to speak. there are 2 minute conversation friends and there are 2 hour conversation friends. it's hard to find 2 hours in a normal day, so i keep the calls at bay. i wait to call until i have time to really devote to the conversation. theoretically, like putting important documents in hiding, this is a great plan. theoretically, it means that i care about those conversations too much to cut them short.
but sometimes i put these conversations on hold for so long that i lose touch with the friendship. i miss important birthdays or anniversaries. i miss life altering moments that occur between phone calls. ...i miss life.
eventually, though, i make the call. or they do. and we talk. we catch up on each others' lives and we swap stories. we take up every moment of those 2 hour conversations with true dialogue, a sincere communion of hearts and minds.
in those moments, i find the meaning of true friendship, even if those moments are few and too far between. in those moments, i am found.
hopefully i'll find the document i was looking for too...
i do it a lot. you would think that i would have learned my lesson by now. i have a horrible memory, so it's no surprise that i would forget where i put important things that aren't used regularly.
today i lost something. something really important. truly very important. a document that can't be reproduced. a one of a kind. it's gone. i can't find it anywhere. i have seen it since the big move, so i know it made it to indianapolis. what's really pathetic is that the reason i know it was in this apartment at one point was because i've already lost it once since moving here. now it's gone again. and i need it. like, now.
i am so frustrated. more than that i'm disappointed. and disappointment is so much more self-deprecating than frustration.
unfortunately, i don't just misplace things, i misplace people sometimes too. the down side to loving so many fantastic people on this earth is that it is impossible to frequently communicate with every friendship over the years.
there are friends that i put into safe keeping, so to speak. there are 2 minute conversation friends and there are 2 hour conversation friends. it's hard to find 2 hours in a normal day, so i keep the calls at bay. i wait to call until i have time to really devote to the conversation. theoretically, like putting important documents in hiding, this is a great plan. theoretically, it means that i care about those conversations too much to cut them short.
but sometimes i put these conversations on hold for so long that i lose touch with the friendship. i miss important birthdays or anniversaries. i miss life altering moments that occur between phone calls. ...i miss life.
eventually, though, i make the call. or they do. and we talk. we catch up on each others' lives and we swap stories. we take up every moment of those 2 hour conversations with true dialogue, a sincere communion of hearts and minds.
in those moments, i find the meaning of true friendship, even if those moments are few and too far between. in those moments, i am found.
hopefully i'll find the document i was looking for too...
Sunday, August 7, 2011
perfectly lonely
to all the mothers out there who thought i would end up with their sons: please stop telling me.
although it is flattering to know that they like me enough to consider being my mother-in-law (and in most cases, i would absolutely love to call them family because of the joy they bring to my life), well, it's awkward and sometimes hurtful. i don't know how to respond. in some cases, i did date their son. maybe their son was a jerk. or maybe i screwed it up (i'm good at that). or maybe we were or are great friends. or maybe i barely even knew them (those are the really awkward ones...).
years ago one of my friends told me, "oh, we're sure that one of us is going to eventually marry you. we just haven't decided which one yet." i could have punched him in the face. i didn't. ...but i could have. i refuse to be anyone's consolation prize.
if i had a dollar for every time someone said to me, "oh i was sure you would end up with __(fill in the blank with pretty much any guy i've ever known)__" i'd be rich. i'm sure that it is usually, if not always said with the best intentions. however, i can't help but fight the urge for a violent response.
because it makes me feel like i failed somehow. like, even though maybe i wasn't ever interested in even dating some of these guys, i failed by not somehow inspiring them to fall in love with me over the years. like i wasn't good enough. like i'm still not good enough. or like being single is a crime, somehow. like they think there must be something wrong with me because i'm single.
"oh honey, how are YOU still single?" has the same effect.
the truth is that i'm perfectly happy being single right now. i can do whatever i want, whenever i want without a care in the world. "a simple little kind of free" as john mayer puts it. it took me fifteen minutes to make the decision to move across the country to take a new job. there would have been a lot more to that decision, had there been a man in my life at the time.
eventually, i will probably end up meeting an incredible man, get married and settle down, but for now i'm enjoying playing the field, spending time figuring out who i am and who it is i'm looking for, which, i'm pretty sure is not any of the previously mentioned sons. i mean, it could be, but probably (almost absolutely) not.
although it is flattering to know that they like me enough to consider being my mother-in-law (and in most cases, i would absolutely love to call them family because of the joy they bring to my life), well, it's awkward and sometimes hurtful. i don't know how to respond. in some cases, i did date their son. maybe their son was a jerk. or maybe i screwed it up (i'm good at that). or maybe we were or are great friends. or maybe i barely even knew them (those are the really awkward ones...).
years ago one of my friends told me, "oh, we're sure that one of us is going to eventually marry you. we just haven't decided which one yet." i could have punched him in the face. i didn't. ...but i could have. i refuse to be anyone's consolation prize.
if i had a dollar for every time someone said to me, "oh i was sure you would end up with __(fill in the blank with pretty much any guy i've ever known)__" i'd be rich. i'm sure that it is usually, if not always said with the best intentions. however, i can't help but fight the urge for a violent response.
because it makes me feel like i failed somehow. like, even though maybe i wasn't ever interested in even dating some of these guys, i failed by not somehow inspiring them to fall in love with me over the years. like i wasn't good enough. like i'm still not good enough. or like being single is a crime, somehow. like they think there must be something wrong with me because i'm single.
"oh honey, how are YOU still single?" has the same effect.
the truth is that i'm perfectly happy being single right now. i can do whatever i want, whenever i want without a care in the world. "a simple little kind of free" as john mayer puts it. it took me fifteen minutes to make the decision to move across the country to take a new job. there would have been a lot more to that decision, had there been a man in my life at the time.
eventually, i will probably end up meeting an incredible man, get married and settle down, but for now i'm enjoying playing the field, spending time figuring out who i am and who it is i'm looking for, which, i'm pretty sure is not any of the previously mentioned sons. i mean, it could be, but probably (almost absolutely) not.
Friday, August 5, 2011
28 mentors for 28 years
each year as i celebrate the day i was brought into this world i like to reflect on the lifetime i've journeyed to get to where i am. at 26, it was memories. at 27, most treasured gifts. this year, at 28, i'd like to share with you (in no particular order) some of the greatest mentors of my life thus far.
1. george stalter - lovingly referred to as "missionary george", he was a true saint with a heart for missions and spirit for people. he gave heather and i the title "missionary" after our first mission trip to henderson settlement in kentucky. i was eleven and he made me a missionary. every time i saw him at church he would give me a big hug and kiss and offer me encouragement in my ministry. he was a great man who was behind so much good in our community. he gave so much of his time and his money to help the people of the world, sometimes splitting his time between repairing missionary airplanes in ohio and building churches in mexico. even years after his death, george's memory inspires me to continue to do good in this world.
2. heather baker - when does a best friend become a mentor? when she shows you unconditional love in such a way that you see Jesus Christ himself through her. i was going through a lot and didn't feel like anyone was really there for me. my parents and my youth pastor had all tried to talk with me, but i didn't need them. i needed a friend. i was in middle school and we were in kentucky for a church mission trip. during devotions one evening the weight of everything i thought i had so neatly packed away came crashing down. i ran back to the cabin to be alone with my thoughts when heather came in to be with me. knowing the situation, she asked me how i was handling everything. i don't remember what i said. i don't remember anything she said. what i remember is the way she sat with me without judgment. i saw Jesus through her in those moments and ever since she has been such a strong spiritual support.
3. kathy bartunek - our high school wrestling stat mom, bible study teacher, mentor and friend, kathy was typically the first my friends and i would go to for advice about our latest dilemmas. in bible study, she invited me to think critically and amazed me by bringing stacks a books (various interpretations/translations, maps, concordances, etc.) to encourage us to continually look at the bigger picture of the stories we were reading. she taught us what it meant to be classy young women. plus, she introduced me to the world of coffee, sparking my dream of opening the "hava java" coffee shop that continues to be a hope for my future.
4. ruth roth - for the longest time i planned on going to art school and becoming an architect. i loved math and art and i suffered from ocd - it was the perfect plan. well, until my youth pastor threw a wrench in the plan. "have you ever thought about professional ministry?" she asked. "absoutely not" was my response. i thought that meant being a pastor and i wanted nothing to do with it, but ruth opened my eyes to the world of christian education and professional lay ministry. all of a sudden, i was searching for colleges that offered youth ministry and christian education as concentrated studies. it's amazing how one simple, thoughtful question can change your life.
5. kate mattison - kate would probably be extremely confused if she knew that i considered her a mentor, but she played a big role in molding my identity in high school. kate was the first the person i remember (other than my parents, of course) to tell me i was beautiful. i was in high school and out of the blue one day she asked me if i realized how beautiful i was. i was astounded. i have been overweight my entire life and have had immense self-esteem issues because of it for as long as i can remember. at a time when i felt truly ugly, when i felt like i would never be skinny enough, never be stylish enough, never be pretty enough, simply never be good enough, she told me so sincerely almost every day that i was beautiful. i needed that more than she will ever know. through the most simplest of acts, she profoundly changed the way i viewed myself.
6. myrtle beall - i think mrs. beall was the first teacher to take notice of me as an individual. i never felt like i was being watched or that everything i said or did would be reported back to my parents in the teachers' lounge at lunchtime. she encouraged us all to be authentically ourselves, regardless of the influence of anyone else. maybe it was the nature of the classes, but i vividly remember thinking how cool it was that she would come to our tables and sit with us as we worked, as if she respected us as equals. she wasn't afraid to joke and laugh with us, but she also wasn't afraid to call us out if we were being stupid. art classes were a place where people came together, partly because of the intrinsic connectivity art brings to diversity but mostly because mrs. beall treated everyone the same - with extraordinary expectations and consistency.
7. chandra hinkle - when we were little girls, she was the girl with all five american girl dolls. (remember when there were only five?) she was the envy of all. as we grew up, she was the picture of beauty - tall, thin, blonde. today, she is married to an incredible man and is raising two truly beautiful children. she continues to be the envy of all. all my life i have secretly wanted to be like my best friend. even more than the perfect hair and the picturesque family, i have envied her positivity and resilience. chandra has always had a "pick up and move on" kind of attitude. nothing gets her down for very long. she encounters a problem, works to find a solution and moves forward. if only i could be that brave.
8. fred johnston - there are some people who are meant to be part of your life forever. there are others who come and go in a blink of an eye, but change your life regardless. fred was one of those season people. we met in our college freshman seminar course and became friends almost accidentally. i haven't seen him in nearly ten years, but he challenged me to define what i believe in ways no one had ever asked before. the hours-long conversations we shared almost always centered around religion and politics, the two topics everyone says you should stay away from. we didn't always agree, but i think that's what made our conversation so rich.
9. john saunders - freshman year of college was a scary time for me. i had grown up in a town where everyone knew my name. in certain circles, i was a big fish in a little pond. college was a tough transition because all of a sudden i was lost in a big world. teachers didn't praise my work. i wasn't even good enough to audition for solos, let alone get any. i had to study for the first time in my life. dr. saunders challenged me to find my unique voice. he didn't settle for "good" because he believed i could be better than that. he is probably the most sarcastic and dry witted professor i have ever encountered, but don't let that fool you. his dedication to his students and belief in our potential is unmatched.
10. kelly engleka - kelly was the best college roommate i could have ever hoped for. she allowed me the freedom to experiment with my identity. i wasn't sure who i wanted to be and i tried on a lot of different hats during those four years in west virginia. kelly was with me every step of the way, supporting me with encouragement and supporting me with accountability too. kelly was the first external processor i had ever really known. i came from a community of internalizers, so her methods were quite shocking for me at first. through that though, i learned to give voice to my feelings in ways that i had never before said aloud. over our many years of friendship, kelly has taught me what it means to be a strong confident woman and for that i am eternally grateful.
11. larry parsons - i grew up with my father as a choir director, so going to college and joining a choir where i was at the bottom of the talent pool was really tough for me. i will never forget my first voice lesson with dr. p. i was supposed to bring a prepared piece that i was comfortable with, so i began singing a solo from my high school days. before i could get through the first verse, he stopped me and said, "you're not an alto, havaleh. i know that your dad was your choir director and he probably let you sing alto because you could sight read and because you begged him for the more interesting harmonies...but you are not an alto and you will not sing alto in this choir." ...ouch. dr. p stretched me, not only in my vocal range but in my mind and in my soul. he took time out of rehearsals to read poetry and sometimes my private voice lessons turned into sermons and i would not have had it any other way. he recognized that all of his students were more than voices in a choir and that only when we developed our whole selves could we sing to the best of our abilities. his style of teaching has stuck with me and i have always tried to remember that the students i work with are more than the offices they hold or the events they plan - they are whole complex persons who can only perform well when they acknowledge and even celebrate those complexities.
12. susan burton - friends in grad school called me the social justice queen and susan is to blame. susan works for the united methodist church general board of church and society and led a seminar i attended in college. she introduced ideas about our world that i had never imagined. she asked us to think about the privilege we experience and invited us to list the many things we take for granted every day. she opened my eyes to things that i can never ignore again. for the first time in my life, i thought about mission work in terms of societal change and governmental policy instead of donating clothes or building homes. that type of service is absolutely necessary, but she helped me to dream of a world where it was no longer needed and gave me tangible tools to make that change a reality. i've never looked at poverty or hunger or trafficking or hate or discrimination or world health the same.
13. lara edwards - i applied to the west virginia conference of the umc summer internship program because i thought i would get placed at my good friend brooke's church. it was the perfect location - halfway between wvwc and my hometown in ohio. and it was going to be so fun to work for someone i got along with so well. then i got the call. they offered me an internship in some town called lewisburg with some woman named lara. dreams were crushed, yes, but new dreams were realized. lara was the absolute perfect person to spend my summer shadowing. she taught me so much about ministry and about life. that summer was life-changing for me.
14. phylis coston - with a passion for life that supersedes her age, dr. coston continues to teach me the true meaning of being a lifelong learner. lifelong learning isn't just a higher education buzz word for her. she lives it. she has contributed so much to the world of christian education and continues to learn as much about her field and other interests as she can. serious about intellectual research and serious about caring for others, she is the picture of what a christian educator ought to be.
15-19. parrish horton, abbey niland, katie moses, katie perperas and julie renner - these were sisters i looked up to. they are beautiful, strong, confident, sweet and smart. even in their craziest moments (and let's face, there were quite a few of those!), it was women like these that made me proud to wear my letters. beyond who they are, they me feel special. they made me feel like i was somebody important. that meant more to me in those formative years than they probably know. they treated me as an equal, not as the little pledge who didn't know anything. i was their sister. i am their sister. when i say "friend", i will always think of these wonderful women.
20. jenny parlier - never in my life have i ever met someone as generous as jenny. she is constantly giving of herself to her friends, her family, her work... she told me just this week that her boss had to force her to take vacation because she has been working so much. she gives so much and asks nothing in return. she helped me move across the country and nearly single-handedly unloaded the moving truck while i was a my first day of work. friends like jenny come but once in a lifetime. i am a better person for knowing her.
21. haley hartzoge - with her love for broadway and participation in church activities, i used to call haley a younger version of me but the truth is that she is so much better than i ever was. she continues to stun me with her incredibly sensitive soul and generous heart. wise beyond her years and far more talented than she has yet realized, haley is the type of daughter every parent prays for. i truly believe that haley will change the world one day and i can't wait to see it.
22. tim coley - here i am in the world of higher education and no longer apologizing for it. tim was the first dean of students i worked for at pfeiffer and i will never forget him saying to me, "stop acting like you're here accidentally." one of his pet peeves was student development professionals who, when asked how they chose higher ed, shared stories about how they just "ended up here". i didn't just "end up" at pfeiffer. i chose pfeiffer and i chose higher education. at the time, it wasn't a conscious career changing choice. i thought it was only temporary, so maybe the longevity of the decision was happenstance, but the decision to work with college students was no accident. he taught me that. he also challenged me to think about a future in the field, which eventually created my current career aspirations.
23-24. chris and gloria hughes - i learned more about what it means to be "the church" from these two than i ever learned in any class or sermon. the love they have for the Creator and for one another is unmistakable with even just a single glance. they treat their relationship with God as a cherished gift and they treat their relationships with creation just the same.
25. my parents - i would be remiss if i didn't include my parents on this list. they surely don't get the thanks they deserve for raising crazy children like my brother and i. i'm sure it wasn't always easy. heck, it probably never was easy. they didn't neglect me, but they never tried to be my best friend either. they were what parents ought to be. we definitely had some bumps in the road over the years, but looking at how trevor and i have turned out i would have to say that they did a pretty great job. that's not meant to be self-righteous, just stating fact. i still call my parents several times a week. some of you may think that's weird, but i think that's a testimony to the healthy relationship they have spent a lifetime building with me.
26-27. carl and cindy roeger - i don't know that i've ever told them just how much they have meant to me over the years, but they have played such a huge part in my life since i was a little girl playing crossfire with my friends in their son's bedroom. over the years they were so much more than just my friend's parents. they were OM coaches, sunday school teachers, VBS leaders, youth group volunteers, mission trip mentors and since i was a little girl carl and cindy were the perfect personification of what love can be. through the many years i've known them, they have taught me what it is to truly love someone else and to glorify God through such a relationship. as if all of that wasn't enough, they were among the first adults to truly treat me like a person, not just a kid. they always valued my opinions and my ideas and continually challenged me to chase my dreams. my favorite memory with them is from a mission trip in southern ohio when I was in high school. cindy showed such courage and grace in her leadership amidst unimaginable pain. i still have some of the rocks she painted during that trip when her pain prevented her from working on site with us. our project that week was roofing a house. if you know me at all, then you know that i'm terrified of heights. carl knew this about me and never made me felt inferior because of it. on day one he gave me jobs that kept me on the ground, then each day somehow brought me higher and higher until i was at the peak of the two-story house by the end of the trip. without his encouragement, i would have never conquered that fear. his work with me that week is the framework for how i have mentored every student i have ever worked with: slow and steady incremental change with consistent encouragement every step of the way.
28. tater havelka - it's no secret to those who know me that my grandpa was always my favorite person on the planet. i miss him more than words could ever express. he taught me to draw, taught me to paint, taught me to fish, taught me to use a saw, taught me artistry, woodworking and how to perfectly frost mom's christmas cut-out cookies. most of all, grandpa taught me modesty and dignity. grandpa was a quiet man, or at least he was in his older years. he didn't say a whole lot, but when he did you listened because his stories were priceless and besides, he could throw out some incredibly funny one-liners. grandpa left work as a coal miner to serve as a staff sergeant with the marines during ww2, serving in bougainville, guam, and iwo jima, then served in dc as an honor guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier before settling down in ohio and starting a family with my lovely grandma. with that kind of a life, he had many reasons to be a proud man, but he wasn't. he was humble and kind and gentle, a man of many talents.
these are but a few of the people who have changed my life in big and small ways throughout my 28 years on this planet and i thank God upon every remembrance of each and every one of them. may i live a life worthy of the legacies they have left in me.
1. george stalter - lovingly referred to as "missionary george", he was a true saint with a heart for missions and spirit for people. he gave heather and i the title "missionary" after our first mission trip to henderson settlement in kentucky. i was eleven and he made me a missionary. every time i saw him at church he would give me a big hug and kiss and offer me encouragement in my ministry. he was a great man who was behind so much good in our community. he gave so much of his time and his money to help the people of the world, sometimes splitting his time between repairing missionary airplanes in ohio and building churches in mexico. even years after his death, george's memory inspires me to continue to do good in this world.
2. heather baker - when does a best friend become a mentor? when she shows you unconditional love in such a way that you see Jesus Christ himself through her. i was going through a lot and didn't feel like anyone was really there for me. my parents and my youth pastor had all tried to talk with me, but i didn't need them. i needed a friend. i was in middle school and we were in kentucky for a church mission trip. during devotions one evening the weight of everything i thought i had so neatly packed away came crashing down. i ran back to the cabin to be alone with my thoughts when heather came in to be with me. knowing the situation, she asked me how i was handling everything. i don't remember what i said. i don't remember anything she said. what i remember is the way she sat with me without judgment. i saw Jesus through her in those moments and ever since she has been such a strong spiritual support.
3. kathy bartunek - our high school wrestling stat mom, bible study teacher, mentor and friend, kathy was typically the first my friends and i would go to for advice about our latest dilemmas. in bible study, she invited me to think critically and amazed me by bringing stacks a books (various interpretations/translations, maps, concordances, etc.) to encourage us to continually look at the bigger picture of the stories we were reading. she taught us what it meant to be classy young women. plus, she introduced me to the world of coffee, sparking my dream of opening the "hava java" coffee shop that continues to be a hope for my future.
4. ruth roth - for the longest time i planned on going to art school and becoming an architect. i loved math and art and i suffered from ocd - it was the perfect plan. well, until my youth pastor threw a wrench in the plan. "have you ever thought about professional ministry?" she asked. "absoutely not" was my response. i thought that meant being a pastor and i wanted nothing to do with it, but ruth opened my eyes to the world of christian education and professional lay ministry. all of a sudden, i was searching for colleges that offered youth ministry and christian education as concentrated studies. it's amazing how one simple, thoughtful question can change your life.
5. kate mattison - kate would probably be extremely confused if she knew that i considered her a mentor, but she played a big role in molding my identity in high school. kate was the first the person i remember (other than my parents, of course) to tell me i was beautiful. i was in high school and out of the blue one day she asked me if i realized how beautiful i was. i was astounded. i have been overweight my entire life and have had immense self-esteem issues because of it for as long as i can remember. at a time when i felt truly ugly, when i felt like i would never be skinny enough, never be stylish enough, never be pretty enough, simply never be good enough, she told me so sincerely almost every day that i was beautiful. i needed that more than she will ever know. through the most simplest of acts, she profoundly changed the way i viewed myself.
6. myrtle beall - i think mrs. beall was the first teacher to take notice of me as an individual. i never felt like i was being watched or that everything i said or did would be reported back to my parents in the teachers' lounge at lunchtime. she encouraged us all to be authentically ourselves, regardless of the influence of anyone else. maybe it was the nature of the classes, but i vividly remember thinking how cool it was that she would come to our tables and sit with us as we worked, as if she respected us as equals. she wasn't afraid to joke and laugh with us, but she also wasn't afraid to call us out if we were being stupid. art classes were a place where people came together, partly because of the intrinsic connectivity art brings to diversity but mostly because mrs. beall treated everyone the same - with extraordinary expectations and consistency.
7. chandra hinkle - when we were little girls, she was the girl with all five american girl dolls. (remember when there were only five?) she was the envy of all. as we grew up, she was the picture of beauty - tall, thin, blonde. today, she is married to an incredible man and is raising two truly beautiful children. she continues to be the envy of all. all my life i have secretly wanted to be like my best friend. even more than the perfect hair and the picturesque family, i have envied her positivity and resilience. chandra has always had a "pick up and move on" kind of attitude. nothing gets her down for very long. she encounters a problem, works to find a solution and moves forward. if only i could be that brave.
8. fred johnston - there are some people who are meant to be part of your life forever. there are others who come and go in a blink of an eye, but change your life regardless. fred was one of those season people. we met in our college freshman seminar course and became friends almost accidentally. i haven't seen him in nearly ten years, but he challenged me to define what i believe in ways no one had ever asked before. the hours-long conversations we shared almost always centered around religion and politics, the two topics everyone says you should stay away from. we didn't always agree, but i think that's what made our conversation so rich.
9. john saunders - freshman year of college was a scary time for me. i had grown up in a town where everyone knew my name. in certain circles, i was a big fish in a little pond. college was a tough transition because all of a sudden i was lost in a big world. teachers didn't praise my work. i wasn't even good enough to audition for solos, let alone get any. i had to study for the first time in my life. dr. saunders challenged me to find my unique voice. he didn't settle for "good" because he believed i could be better than that. he is probably the most sarcastic and dry witted professor i have ever encountered, but don't let that fool you. his dedication to his students and belief in our potential is unmatched.
10. kelly engleka - kelly was the best college roommate i could have ever hoped for. she allowed me the freedom to experiment with my identity. i wasn't sure who i wanted to be and i tried on a lot of different hats during those four years in west virginia. kelly was with me every step of the way, supporting me with encouragement and supporting me with accountability too. kelly was the first external processor i had ever really known. i came from a community of internalizers, so her methods were quite shocking for me at first. through that though, i learned to give voice to my feelings in ways that i had never before said aloud. over our many years of friendship, kelly has taught me what it means to be a strong confident woman and for that i am eternally grateful.
11. larry parsons - i grew up with my father as a choir director, so going to college and joining a choir where i was at the bottom of the talent pool was really tough for me. i will never forget my first voice lesson with dr. p. i was supposed to bring a prepared piece that i was comfortable with, so i began singing a solo from my high school days. before i could get through the first verse, he stopped me and said, "you're not an alto, havaleh. i know that your dad was your choir director and he probably let you sing alto because you could sight read and because you begged him for the more interesting harmonies...but you are not an alto and you will not sing alto in this choir." ...ouch. dr. p stretched me, not only in my vocal range but in my mind and in my soul. he took time out of rehearsals to read poetry and sometimes my private voice lessons turned into sermons and i would not have had it any other way. he recognized that all of his students were more than voices in a choir and that only when we developed our whole selves could we sing to the best of our abilities. his style of teaching has stuck with me and i have always tried to remember that the students i work with are more than the offices they hold or the events they plan - they are whole complex persons who can only perform well when they acknowledge and even celebrate those complexities.
12. susan burton - friends in grad school called me the social justice queen and susan is to blame. susan works for the united methodist church general board of church and society and led a seminar i attended in college. she introduced ideas about our world that i had never imagined. she asked us to think about the privilege we experience and invited us to list the many things we take for granted every day. she opened my eyes to things that i can never ignore again. for the first time in my life, i thought about mission work in terms of societal change and governmental policy instead of donating clothes or building homes. that type of service is absolutely necessary, but she helped me to dream of a world where it was no longer needed and gave me tangible tools to make that change a reality. i've never looked at poverty or hunger or trafficking or hate or discrimination or world health the same.
13. lara edwards - i applied to the west virginia conference of the umc summer internship program because i thought i would get placed at my good friend brooke's church. it was the perfect location - halfway between wvwc and my hometown in ohio. and it was going to be so fun to work for someone i got along with so well. then i got the call. they offered me an internship in some town called lewisburg with some woman named lara. dreams were crushed, yes, but new dreams were realized. lara was the absolute perfect person to spend my summer shadowing. she taught me so much about ministry and about life. that summer was life-changing for me.
14. phylis coston - with a passion for life that supersedes her age, dr. coston continues to teach me the true meaning of being a lifelong learner. lifelong learning isn't just a higher education buzz word for her. she lives it. she has contributed so much to the world of christian education and continues to learn as much about her field and other interests as she can. serious about intellectual research and serious about caring for others, she is the picture of what a christian educator ought to be.
15-19. parrish horton, abbey niland, katie moses, katie perperas and julie renner - these were sisters i looked up to. they are beautiful, strong, confident, sweet and smart. even in their craziest moments (and let's face, there were quite a few of those!), it was women like these that made me proud to wear my letters. beyond who they are, they me feel special. they made me feel like i was somebody important. that meant more to me in those formative years than they probably know. they treated me as an equal, not as the little pledge who didn't know anything. i was their sister. i am their sister. when i say "friend", i will always think of these wonderful women.
20. jenny parlier - never in my life have i ever met someone as generous as jenny. she is constantly giving of herself to her friends, her family, her work... she told me just this week that her boss had to force her to take vacation because she has been working so much. she gives so much and asks nothing in return. she helped me move across the country and nearly single-handedly unloaded the moving truck while i was a my first day of work. friends like jenny come but once in a lifetime. i am a better person for knowing her.
21. haley hartzoge - with her love for broadway and participation in church activities, i used to call haley a younger version of me but the truth is that she is so much better than i ever was. she continues to stun me with her incredibly sensitive soul and generous heart. wise beyond her years and far more talented than she has yet realized, haley is the type of daughter every parent prays for. i truly believe that haley will change the world one day and i can't wait to see it.
22. tim coley - here i am in the world of higher education and no longer apologizing for it. tim was the first dean of students i worked for at pfeiffer and i will never forget him saying to me, "stop acting like you're here accidentally." one of his pet peeves was student development professionals who, when asked how they chose higher ed, shared stories about how they just "ended up here". i didn't just "end up" at pfeiffer. i chose pfeiffer and i chose higher education. at the time, it wasn't a conscious career changing choice. i thought it was only temporary, so maybe the longevity of the decision was happenstance, but the decision to work with college students was no accident. he taught me that. he also challenged me to think about a future in the field, which eventually created my current career aspirations.
23-24. chris and gloria hughes - i learned more about what it means to be "the church" from these two than i ever learned in any class or sermon. the love they have for the Creator and for one another is unmistakable with even just a single glance. they treat their relationship with God as a cherished gift and they treat their relationships with creation just the same.
25. my parents - i would be remiss if i didn't include my parents on this list. they surely don't get the thanks they deserve for raising crazy children like my brother and i. i'm sure it wasn't always easy. heck, it probably never was easy. they didn't neglect me, but they never tried to be my best friend either. they were what parents ought to be. we definitely had some bumps in the road over the years, but looking at how trevor and i have turned out i would have to say that they did a pretty great job. that's not meant to be self-righteous, just stating fact. i still call my parents several times a week. some of you may think that's weird, but i think that's a testimony to the healthy relationship they have spent a lifetime building with me.28. tater havelka - it's no secret to those who know me that my grandpa was always my favorite person on the planet. i miss him more than words could ever express. he taught me to draw, taught me to paint, taught me to fish, taught me to use a saw, taught me artistry, woodworking and how to perfectly frost mom's christmas cut-out cookies. most of all, grandpa taught me modesty and dignity. grandpa was a quiet man, or at least he was in his older years. he didn't say a whole lot, but when he did you listened because his stories were priceless and besides, he could throw out some incredibly funny one-liners. grandpa left work as a coal miner to serve as a staff sergeant with the marines during ww2, serving in bougainville, guam, and iwo jima, then served in dc as an honor guard at the tomb of the unknown soldier before settling down in ohio and starting a family with my lovely grandma. with that kind of a life, he had many reasons to be a proud man, but he wasn't. he was humble and kind and gentle, a man of many talents.
these are but a few of the people who have changed my life in big and small ways throughout my 28 years on this planet and i thank God upon every remembrance of each and every one of them. may i live a life worthy of the legacies they have left in me.
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