School, Change and Monotony

As the deadline for graduate school application draws closer, the theme song to "Jaws" playing in my head.

Feb 1st. Feb 1st. Nuh nah. Nuh nah.

I suppose I've been entertaining the idea of SUCH a change so much that I haven't given the possibility (and honestly, likelihood) that I might not get accepted to these schools. But I felt that reality sink in a bit deeper 
yesterday. In my mind, I'm already planning on when I can quit this job and begin relocating to the east coast. I'm dreaming about school, papers and walking everywhere I need to go. And I've been thinking about all that that entails: the adventure, the loneliness, the stimulations, the newness, the isolation. Good, bad, good, bad. And I'm so hoping and striving toward change; I feel a tinge of panic if I don't get accepted. I don't want to keep straggling along in this job where they don't appreciate me. And the questions arise:

What if I don't get accepted? 

What will effect the change for us? 

Where will we go? 

I just am finishing up being here in Sacramento. I sense this chapter closing. I suppose I just need to wait to March 15. That's when I will know about school. Thank goodness it's such a short waiting time. But I find myself already geared for something new. If it's not school, what will it be? 

What do you think? What shall I do if I don't get into school? Where shall we go?

Nah Nuh. Nah Nuh.

Perhaps it's the sound of change?

A New Year...??

Tart, vodka-y lemon drops have got to be the best thing in the world. They have carried me through countless nights of social anxiety, depression, celebration, and reflection. Tonight I sip one to cope. That's a word we use at work to describe how "our kids" (clients) learn socially appropriate behavior to handle how their differently wired brains respond to difficult situations. ...I find I have much in common with them.

A new year is classically supposed to feel like a fresh slate. We make new resolutions, leave behind our old unfulfilled ones and move on with the hope of the next year bringing x. This year, Tim and I had the lofty goal of being happier. As soon as he wrote it in his new blue journal, I almost teared up. How honest of us. And how sad. Let's be honest. 2010 has been a bitch. Am I right? You have had your children die, your husbands leave you, our friends betrayed us, we were all poor (I think)...am I missing anything? And for what? I asked myself. Good riddance 2010. I've never been happier to see a year in my rear view mirror.

Another sip of my lemon drop and I'm on to bigger (albeit more depressing) questions. Tim and I were musing about the world's population growing so large, and we jokingly were saying, "and another person was just born....and someone died...and someone else was just born...and someone just died." And it seemed so asinine that there are that many people in this world. Yet those births and deaths are just numbers to me--statistics. And to 99% of the world, I'm just a number. So in the grand scheme of things, we are all just being born and dying all the time. And what are we doing with our lives??? We are working at jobs to save for retirement so that we can decay in peace. OR we are spending every waking moment looking for food. OR we are running from corruption, violence, and who knows what else. And all for what???

Anecdote: When I was about 15, I attended a conference called DYC (District Youth Conference). Thousands of kids listened to sermons about witnessing to the lost and sang passionate love songs to God. And then! We all practiced what we learned and went out street witnessing to the poor general public (I say poor because I'm sorry they had to endure it). I don't remember much of it except one exchange. I walked up to a homeless woman to share with her the "salvation message". She looked at me and said, "Tell me. What is the point of life? Why are we here" and I remember, so distinctly, feeling the passion in my little heart and my eyes filling up with tears answering her, "to bring glory to God". I knew that was the answer, and I felt it so acutely. Her response was less than encouraging.

And now I find myself asking the same question: Why are we here? To experience love? To learn how much we need God? To experience relationship with Him? To learn how much it sucks to be human? To feel need? And I'm not just asking tritely. I'm not asking because I have an answer I'm waiting to share. Why are we here? I don't believe it's to find salvation. But I'm happy to be argued with...as always. (Sidenote: have you noticed how so many people don't like to be argued with? They don't enjoy the discussion I suppose. I love it; I think it promotes truth, journeying and relationship. Soapbox finished.)

Well, lemon drop is almost done and so are my thoughts. On to pour over my writing sample for grad school. Can I just say that I am soooo done with this corporate bull@$&*?? I don't thrive here. Suppose I should knit tightly with Musing's musings. :)

Thoughts??

Late Evening Thoughts

As I lay in bed last night, I whispered to Tim, “When you think about dying, doesn’t it seem strange that we still spend every day just waiting for time to pass? For the day to be over?”

This thought is lingering with me today. Not that I hate my job, or the people I work with or despise what I do, but I’m by no means excited by what I do each day. And I do spend the day watching the clock, breathing for it to be 4:30. And yet, I am horrified at how quickly my life is flying by me. I know that before I know it, I will have kids, grandkids, retire, get aches. I make my life a contradiction! I resent the days passing slowly and then complain that the year is already over. What’s the solution to this madness?

Part of me thinks that this is part of the human plight. To age. To work. And these aren’t necessarily bad things, but our death looms ever closer to us and threatens to steal the time and dreams of what could have been.

And part of me thinks these sad feelings are my own fault. I should take control of my life! I should pursue my dreams and do things that I love. Things that make me feel alive!

I think this is the conclusion I will rest in for now (heaven forbid I ever commit to anything): we are responsible to pursue and invest in things that make us who we are, that make us feel alive and excited to live. But we must also be emotionally prepared for the times that life intervenes and prevents us from doing what we would choose. Sometimes we must work. Sometimes we must make the best of our circumstances.

JRM

Disagree? What about the people who must spend every moment looking for food and have no time even to know what makes them feel alive? Only time to stay alive.

Blogging through Grief

Honestly, it may be better for the few of you who read this blog, to just catch up with me in a few months, years, ? when I'm not processing so many dark and heavy feelings. I have to say though, taking a few moments every few weeks or so has been really helpful for me. There is some feeling of community in sharing your thoughts. Anywhoo....

Tim and I went to San Luis Obispo this last weekend for a belated Turkey Day visit. It was really nice. We got to play with baby Grace and spend some good ole fashioned quality time together. Josh and Kat had rented out their home, so all of us kids bunked up at the parents' house. Made for a full (but very fun) weekend!

On Sunday, Tim and I joined the family at his dad's church. Tom didn't preach but the old feeling of attending a family church came back. I remembered how church used to feel like family. How it used to be such a safe place. A place I not only met with God, but knew I was supported. A place that was so much my extended family. This was my dad's church for me all growing up. That small church in Maple Valley, WA raised me right alongside my parents.

As I stood in that building last Sunday, however, all I could hear was a voice asking Why am I not good enough for this? Why don't I belong here? What was so wrong with me that I had to get kicked out? And that was about it for me for the service. I lost it. Completely. Tim's mom wrapped her arms around me and held me the way only mom's can. And I knew she was praying for me and my heart. My hurt.

It's so easy to say to myself and to "know" that it had nothing to do with me (kind of). That there's nothing wrong with me. But on some level, I do believe it. My aching heart believes that in their eyes, there was something wrong with me. I didn't fit with them. That rescue boat rescued me right overboard. And I suppose that's what hurts still. I know that there's nothing wrong with me per se. But it hurts that they think that there is. It's funny to me how much this whole situation has been like a death, like a break up, like a divorce, a slap in the face, a humiliation.

And not to be a scrooge, but I find myself having a hard time with the holidays this year. I tried to psyche myself up for it earlier (see previous post), but for some reason it's not hanging with me. I don't know if it's not having a plan for where we're going, the fallish weather, being stressed/excited about grad school or just not having the emotional energy and gumption to fall in love with Christmas this year. For someone who usually resembles "Buddy" in my excitement for the holidays, it is a strange and surreal feeling. And while I am tenderly hoping that my spirit will come into itself still this season, I think I'm allowing myself to just be a bit of a grinch. Not a lot, just a little :)

What are your favorite Christmas decorations?!

I'm gearing up for Christmas!! Okay, I've been "gearing up" for Christmas since about...eh...September. Yes, I am one of those obnoxious people that cheers as soon as the Christmas decorations start going up in October, and jumps up and down when Christmas music comes on in the stores. Last night, an insuppressible "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"  escaped when I saw Sutter Street in Old Folsom all lit up with Christmas lights and trees.

So, naturally, all of my fall decorations are coming down and the Christmas decor is going up! I was trying to brainstorm with my friend, Sunny, about items in our Christmas Boxes that make Christmas Christmas. The Box. The box that holds all of your memories, nostalgia and tummy warming cheer. The box that takes you back to the one Christmas it snows and you got a sweet pink power trike.

These

• Snowman! 
• Snowman garlands, momma snowmen (snowwomen?) with a baby! 
• Snowglobes
• Christmas lights
•  Garlands
• Christmas candles that smell like decade old wax. 
• Antique glass ornaments
• Babyfood jar Christmas tree (I'm doing this craft; I'll post a picture of it to show you when I finish!) 
• Sleigh for cards 
• Tin foil christmas stars 
• Wooden Santas 
• The JOY train 
• A glass deer that was special so mom got to hang it
• Gingerbread ornaments
• Candle Joel for mom when he was little, now when we open the Christmas Box, the whole room smells like that candle

Needless to say, I love Christmas and all that the season entails: snow, ice, evergreens, pine, ice skating, people hurrying and in cheery shopping moods. Sigh....

(photo courtesy of CRM)

What's your favorite part of Christmas? What decorations do you look forward to taking out each year?

Stolen Mantras and Orange Blossom Tea

I haven't been overly vocal about a decision I've made recently. ... or maybe I have. I've decided to throw my name into the pot and try my luck at going back to school. I am so entirely thrilled at this prospect, I want to tell everyone I know. But I feel fear lurking in the shadows, asking me, "What if you don't make it???" Perhaps it's better not to tell, to keep a potential rejection to myself.

But I believe life is richer when shared, people have the chance to rejoice with you, console you or encourage you to keep trying. So there it is: I'm attempting to go back to school for my Master's degree. And deadlines are l  o  o  m  i  n  g   in front of me. Letters of recommendation, writing samples, personal letters, transcripts, the list goes on and on. If I'm not careful, I find myself getting completely overwhelmed, both by the task of applying and by the unshakable feeling that my whole life is panning out before me.

Suddenly I see myself with a degree, then a PhD, then children, the a career. Suddenly I'm 45, then I'm 60...I feel like I need to have it all planned out, to know exactly what I want to do with my degree, when I want to have kid, how will we provide for them. My poor Tim has been subject to many an interrogation complete with tears and emotional breakdowns. Thank God for him, he has been so patient and supportive. It's amazing how discovering one thing about yourself, or even just the next step in your life can be utterly overwhelming, even if it's supposed to be a good thing.

I was chatting with the Muse (can I call her that?) or the Melancholic about this and she shared with me a mantra that has helped her throughout the last year.

Today. Just enough for today.

I cannot tell you how many times I say this to myself now. We should never expect ourselves to be capable of handling anything (or everything) beyond the present. When I'm enrolled with school, I'll be capable then of handling it. How can I expect myself to be ready to conquer my life in its entirety by the time I'm 26? It's ridiculous when you say it that way.

My other daily comfort? Orange Blossom Tea. Yum.

Feeling the Weather?

 I don't know if I react more than most to the weather or if because I delight in the feelings, I cultivate them. I love waking up with the anticipation and excitement of what the weather will be doing that day. I remember as a little girl j u m p i n g out of bed and racing to my window to see if it had snowed! 

I love the joy and light heartedness that comes with a fresh spring day, breaking through the cold with such determination and gentleness. I hunger for days that look miserable and pouty, so I can sit in a coffee shop or a warm window seat with a book, a fire, a cup of coffee, a journal or whatever other soulful endeavors I pursue that day.

 The thrill of windstorms, ice storms, rain deluges, thunderstorms...any kind of extreme weather really, sends the thrill of anticipation: how powerful will it be? Again, I remember racing out into the pasture and leaning into the wind to see how far I could lean into it before I would fall over. Giggling and laughing at the power of the weather. 

Photo by Mme. Bookling

I felt my spirits soar yesterday as I walked under the fall stricken branches of Sacramento. The air was fresh and clean (for once) and the smell of the rain still hung in the air. Even though the sun was shining, the promise of a crisp fall gave me hope. And I thought:

There's no explanation for why we respond to the weather. Regardless of what kind of weather people like, we all find ourselves reacting to it. Cheerfulness with sunshine, morosity with rain, soulfulness with gloom. 

There's really no logical reason that I can see that we would need to respond to the weather--that it should have any affect on our days. But it is magical to me. I love change. I love the dynamics. I, for one, am soo grateful that we do respond to weather. Life would be so much less rich without it.