Hi Friends,
As I sit typing this 25th part to the "confessions" blog, I am munching on a vegan, gluten and dairy free Justin's Peanut Butter Cup. Sometimes, on a rainy and fog night, you just need to have a little bit of chocolate. Sweet to the lips with that soft, peanut butter taste, encased with rich, dark chocolate.
It's the "little things."
:)
For the past 3 days, a friend from college and I went on a "mini-vacation" to New Hampshire to visit another friend. This friend shared with us endless accounts of her time teaching English abroad in Vietnam. I even got to try some Vietnamese food for the first time! While on this excursion, I learned that sometimes, the best conversations occur during car rides. My friend shared with me that she had started a list of important things that she wanted accomplish. She encouraged me to start my own "list," specifically, a list encompassing the "27 things that I want to do before I turn 27" next month.
Anyway, I thought it was a great exercise and it really required me to think about things that were important to me. My friend also encouraged me to ask myself the question whenever I intend to do anything or make a purchase: "Does this bring me joy?"
With this support, I did, indeed, take her advice and comprised a list of 27 things, one for each day in the month of January. Because, I turn 27 on the 26th of January, one of the days will have "two" things that I am setting out to accomplish. My goal is to chronicle these "27" sequential goals with a written blog post every day. It is my hope that I learn about myself through this process, as well as seeking to set goals for myself that slightly stretch me out of my comfort zone.
This is a journey in which I seek to grow and learn from my choices. Rather than serving as a "checklist," I hope that I am also able to learn about my neighbors, my family, the people around me, those that I surround myself with, and everyday strangers.
As such, here is my list of the "27 things." What would you add to this list? Please feel free to comment below.
Cheers!
-alex
27 Things To Do Before I Turn 27
1. Paint my nails
2. Work out for 4 consecutive days
3. Leave a note of encouragement in a random place.
4. Get up early and make myself breakfast
5. Spend at least 10 minutes in the morning in silence for 3 days.
6. 5 consecutive day social media fast
7. Make a birthday cake for a family member.
8. Bake gluten and dairy free cookies
9. Listen to live music
10. Pay for something for a stranger
11. Encourage my co-workers
12. Wear a ribbon in my hair
13. Order takeout
14. Choose 5 words from the newspaper and use them to write a poem.
15. Go out to dinner.
16. Host a reunion.
17. Paint
18. Make an edible bird feeder for my feathered friends.
19. Meet someone new.
20. Make a snow angel.
21. Paint with my students on canvases.
22. Stargaze.
23. Go bowling.
24. Make a bouquet of flowers.
25. Plant flowers.
26. Have a birthday party AND do something new (aka: say "yes" to something that I would otherwise say "no" to: albeit, healthy, of course!)
Wednesday, December 30, 2015
Saturday, December 26, 2015
Confessions of a Single, Gluten-Free Gal (the original posts)
Hi Faithful Reader Friends,
Time has gotten the best of me, and I haven't written in a month. My apologies! Since I last wrote, a couple of things in my life have changed.
First, I have finished my Masters Program for Graduate School. I am beyond excited! I never thought that I would make it through. The light at the end of the tunnel was dim there for some time and I thought about just giving up. Thankfully, with the support of both my friends and family, I pressed on and saw the light of the train. I'm so glad that I waited because I have grown and learned so much about perseverance and my own determination in achieving things that I genuinely want and care about in my life.
Secondly, I am learning how to have balance in my life again. For the past 18 months (1.5 years), I was on full throttle of working and graduate school with very few breaks in between. I was stretched very thinly, stressed, and pushed to limits that were incredibly hard. Yet, throughout it all, I was defined by the moments (albeit, tiny) where I realized that I was not identified by my "work" but by the grace of God which helped me to continue through both challenging and triumphant times.
Today, I was recently reminded of my "confessions" posts as a single, gluten-free gal. I took the time to reflect back on the 24 posts that I have gathered over the past 2 years. I thought that it would be a good idea to chronicle the "confessions" in order and to share them with you, as there are similar and overlapping beliefs and ideas that are seen throughout.
In the new year, I also want to continue regularly with this blog, posting important ideas that I feel are necessary for relationships; specifically those experiences and instances in which I have observed people/couples interacting with each other.
So, without further ado, here are the first 24 "confessions from a single, gluten-free gal," from the first post to the most recent. Keep an eye out for important themes that are carried in these posts, for I was completely oblivious to them until I made the time today to search them out.
1) Guys, take off your hat when you're eating a restaurant.
2) A date is not a conversation between you and your phone.
3) No arms or elbows on the table at a fancy restaurant; hold your lady's hand instead.
4) Maintain a conversation with the woman that you're interested in by looking at her when she's speaking, communicating that you're genuinely interested in what she is saying to you.
5) When a woman makes you a meal, say "thank you" (and help with the dishes, too.)
6) Make promises that you are able to keep.
7) Express your thankfulness when your lady goes out of her way to cook, clean, or wash dishes for you.
8) Girls, always feel comfortable taking yourself out to eat at restaurants.
9) Dates are conversational experiences between you and the other person, not between you and your phone.
10) Girls, it's slim pickings out there.
11) My future boyfriend/husband must be tall enough to reach the Bird's Eye frozen squash in the freezer at the supermarket AND better be an exceptional nighttime driver.
12) Invest in looking at the other person on a date.
13) Be friends with the people in your neighborhood and make a genuine effort to get to know them.
14) I am 26, still single, and that's okay!
15) Always work to make things right.
16) Contentment is important.
17) Love is hard. Period.
18) Relationships are not "Happy Meals".
19) Guys, don't chew on pencils or those wooden coffee stirrers. Your goal is to use them, not eat them.
20) I had a dream that I had sandwiches from J's Deli for my rehearsal dinner.
21) Life is all about balance.
22) Always make sure that you enjoy your passion.
23) There is good in this world. Always affirm good and truth wherever you find it.
24) A guy who remembers that I like honey in my coffee when I've lost my voice, is a keeper.
And, lastly, the 25th post of the "confessions of a single, gluten-free gal," will be coming shortly "to a blog near you."
Cheers!
-alex
Time has gotten the best of me, and I haven't written in a month. My apologies! Since I last wrote, a couple of things in my life have changed.
First, I have finished my Masters Program for Graduate School. I am beyond excited! I never thought that I would make it through. The light at the end of the tunnel was dim there for some time and I thought about just giving up. Thankfully, with the support of both my friends and family, I pressed on and saw the light of the train. I'm so glad that I waited because I have grown and learned so much about perseverance and my own determination in achieving things that I genuinely want and care about in my life.
Secondly, I am learning how to have balance in my life again. For the past 18 months (1.5 years), I was on full throttle of working and graduate school with very few breaks in between. I was stretched very thinly, stressed, and pushed to limits that were incredibly hard. Yet, throughout it all, I was defined by the moments (albeit, tiny) where I realized that I was not identified by my "work" but by the grace of God which helped me to continue through both challenging and triumphant times.
Today, I was recently reminded of my "confessions" posts as a single, gluten-free gal. I took the time to reflect back on the 24 posts that I have gathered over the past 2 years. I thought that it would be a good idea to chronicle the "confessions" in order and to share them with you, as there are similar and overlapping beliefs and ideas that are seen throughout.
In the new year, I also want to continue regularly with this blog, posting important ideas that I feel are necessary for relationships; specifically those experiences and instances in which I have observed people/couples interacting with each other.
So, without further ado, here are the first 24 "confessions from a single, gluten-free gal," from the first post to the most recent. Keep an eye out for important themes that are carried in these posts, for I was completely oblivious to them until I made the time today to search them out.
1) Guys, take off your hat when you're eating a restaurant.
2) A date is not a conversation between you and your phone.
3) No arms or elbows on the table at a fancy restaurant; hold your lady's hand instead.
4) Maintain a conversation with the woman that you're interested in by looking at her when she's speaking, communicating that you're genuinely interested in what she is saying to you.
5) When a woman makes you a meal, say "thank you" (and help with the dishes, too.)
6) Make promises that you are able to keep.
7) Express your thankfulness when your lady goes out of her way to cook, clean, or wash dishes for you.
8) Girls, always feel comfortable taking yourself out to eat at restaurants.
9) Dates are conversational experiences between you and the other person, not between you and your phone.
10) Girls, it's slim pickings out there.
11) My future boyfriend/husband must be tall enough to reach the Bird's Eye frozen squash in the freezer at the supermarket AND better be an exceptional nighttime driver.
12) Invest in looking at the other person on a date.
13) Be friends with the people in your neighborhood and make a genuine effort to get to know them.
14) I am 26, still single, and that's okay!
15) Always work to make things right.
16) Contentment is important.
17) Love is hard. Period.
18) Relationships are not "Happy Meals".
19) Guys, don't chew on pencils or those wooden coffee stirrers. Your goal is to use them, not eat them.
20) I had a dream that I had sandwiches from J's Deli for my rehearsal dinner.
21) Life is all about balance.
22) Always make sure that you enjoy your passion.
23) There is good in this world. Always affirm good and truth wherever you find it.
24) A guy who remembers that I like honey in my coffee when I've lost my voice, is a keeper.
And, lastly, the 25th post of the "confessions of a single, gluten-free gal," will be coming shortly "to a blog near you."
Cheers!
-alex
Saturday, November 14, 2015
of Blackberry Jam and Warm Summer Nights
Hi Faithful Friends, readers, and those who are just passing by:
I realize that I haven't posted on my blog in about 3 months, so I wanted to give you all an update on this season of my life.
This year, rather, these past 18 months (or 1.5 years), have been incredibly busy, fruitful, and filled with a plethora of experiences, to say the least. I have learned a great deal about myself, about other people, about working hard towards a goal, about pressing forward when you feel like just giving up, and about the importance of growth within that conglomerate of a smoothie.
Needless to say, my life has gone through a lot of ups and downs all within this span of a year and a half, and, if you asked me if it would have taken such a turn as this, I would have responded with a resounding "no."
Well, let me back up and start at the beginning - as all good stories are told. Yet, some - are equally engaging starting at the end. Alas, mine will begin 18 months ago.
It is important to note that in July of 2014, my grandfather passed away. He was an amazing role model, a man that I looked up to, not only because of his accomplishments, but also because of his wealth of experiences and knowledge. He was one of two people who inspired me to become a teacher, and not having him available on the weekends to talk to about the profession, was very difficult for me. To this day, I miss his husky voice, his laugh, his sense of humor (oh goodness, he had a GREAT sense of humor!), and the way that he served both his family and his country. He was a dedicated father, husband, son, and grandfather and his presence is felt everyday.
Following his death, it was strange to stop visiting him on the weekends. Routines changed, seasons came and went, and the new school year started again. I found myself in Graduate School to further my education (I think that I will forever be a perpetual student). I have often wished that my Grandfather could see my classroom today, that he would walk right in and build things for me (like a shelf or a bookcase) to put next to my desk or to see me walk across the stage for a second time with my Masters Degree, or to see me walk down the aisle, someday with my future husband. But, I have come to the conclusion that although he is gone, his memory still lives in my heart and will always be with me forever.
As a Graduate student and a full-time teacher, my schedule became filled pretty quickly. I knew that going into the program I would have a limited "social life", and that it would be a lot of work, but I don't think I fully realized the impact of this choice. Yet, here I am, 17 months later (only 1 more month to go!) and almost finished. I learned (and am still learning) about the importance of balancing my time and being okay with saying "no" to certain things in order to open the door to saying "yes" to other things.
Throughout this time period of my life, I have also experienced my fair share of people who have all-to often asked me: "So, what's new?" Which, inevitably leads to the response, "I am a teacher and a full-time Graduate Student. I also bought my own home." That scenario eventually (rather quickly, I might add), then somersaults on it's head to the "So, are you seeing anyone?" To which I reply, "no." Then, the exchange navigates to "Well, you're still young." or "Take your time." or "There's no rush." or "You'll know when you're ready." (encouraging, right?)
It's this last piece that gets me every time. For some reason, my life has taken a professional turn at a young age and for that, I am thankful. I am thankful that I have a job that I love, a home that I can come home to every day, and the opportunity to further my education at a college that has given me so much already. To me, the guy is the "icing on the cake." Apparently, I have very "fine" taste (haha), and the butterflies and dates haven't happened yet. But, I know that God honors the desires of your heart, because I have seen him do it in other parts of my life before. And so, it's in patience and respect, that I wait.
As I look back on this season of my life, there have been lots of, what appears to be, "promising potentials," but something has always happened that God later shows me, "it wasn't meant to be." But, through each of those interactions, I am thankful that I have learned about myself, how to care for other people, and how to value their opinions. I have also started understanding the importance of dating and marriage and would love to have a guy who puts those solid values ahead of every thing in order for us to learn from each other, to learn with each other and to learn about each other.
In addition, I've learned that when I am faced with a boatload of stress, my initial reaction is to try and "control things." But, I cannot. What I have noticed about myself and my growth, is that I am my own worst critic. Once I have decided to set aside those fear and worries in my own life, then my potential for completing tasks in a short amount of time, seem much more feasible. I am also more focused on how to help other people, too.
As a teacher, I work in a fast-paced environment, where I am required to be flexible, change and adjust curriculum on a moment's notice, and play the roles of nurse, teacher, janitor, meteorologist, and more, all in one day. I rarely have time to sit and to "just be," something that I dearly miss from college. Being a member of the "adult world" for some time now, I have learned how to navigate through the seaweed of waters and am still learning how to row against the tide in order to follow my heart and dreams into what I know and believe is right and true.
As a woman, I've learned that I can grab inner strength from God and that my worth doesn't come from my work alone. God is the one who supplies me with strength that I need for each day and it is He, who provides me with just enough stamina to get through each day. I've learned about myself as a person, the things that I value, the importance of being involved in a community of like-minded people and of people that share differing views that can both challenge you and strengthen you.
Though I am not perfect, I am trying. Though I find sleeping in a treat, I am able to wake up early in the morning to start my day and now find mornings filled with anticipation and wonder. I find it comforting to drive into work watching the sun peak on the horizon, though I do miss the warmth of my own bed :)
I've learned how to remain true in my own beliefs even when challenged by people. I've learned how to respect people's decisions by respectfully disagreeing. I've learned how to be independent and set-apart in a world where society says that you constantly need to alert every one about your whereabouts.
There are struggles, though. Every one has them. Behind every smiling face on Facebook or Instagram post, people are hurting. It's up to us to spend the time to be with them, to pull back those layers, and to assure them, however broken that we are, what God assured us long ago : "That we will never leave them nor forsake them," though we do fail often.
I find it challenging to make time for myself. I love going for runs outside; this past week, I went for 4! I used to write a lot for leisure and read books! I love to write poetry and could spend hours reading a book that I would finish in a day or two. I miss being with friends and finding that balance between a social life and a work life. Yet, with each passing sunset, I am slowly coming around to experiencing that again in new, delightful ways.
I've learned that everything happens for a reason - and sometimes, we may never know what that "reason is." I've learned that being "busy" and being a "workaholic" does not last forever and is only for a season. I'm thankful for my life and for the community of people who have been positioned around me to support me. I'm incredibly indebted to my parents and to my friends.
I've learned that blackberry jam tastes sweet and there is nothing like a warm summer night. I've learned that every experience carries a memory, that flies upwards like a hot air balloon, or nose-dives like a toddler trying to fly a kite. I've learned that life teaches you so much about yourself and the world every day, and it is up to us to pick up on those lessons in order for us to grow more as a well-rounded and holistic citizen of our neighborhoods, our country, and our family; even as time extends beyond the typing of this post.
cheers.
I realize that I haven't posted on my blog in about 3 months, so I wanted to give you all an update on this season of my life.
This year, rather, these past 18 months (or 1.5 years), have been incredibly busy, fruitful, and filled with a plethora of experiences, to say the least. I have learned a great deal about myself, about other people, about working hard towards a goal, about pressing forward when you feel like just giving up, and about the importance of growth within that conglomerate of a smoothie.
Needless to say, my life has gone through a lot of ups and downs all within this span of a year and a half, and, if you asked me if it would have taken such a turn as this, I would have responded with a resounding "no."
Well, let me back up and start at the beginning - as all good stories are told. Yet, some - are equally engaging starting at the end. Alas, mine will begin 18 months ago.
It is important to note that in July of 2014, my grandfather passed away. He was an amazing role model, a man that I looked up to, not only because of his accomplishments, but also because of his wealth of experiences and knowledge. He was one of two people who inspired me to become a teacher, and not having him available on the weekends to talk to about the profession, was very difficult for me. To this day, I miss his husky voice, his laugh, his sense of humor (oh goodness, he had a GREAT sense of humor!), and the way that he served both his family and his country. He was a dedicated father, husband, son, and grandfather and his presence is felt everyday.
Following his death, it was strange to stop visiting him on the weekends. Routines changed, seasons came and went, and the new school year started again. I found myself in Graduate School to further my education (I think that I will forever be a perpetual student). I have often wished that my Grandfather could see my classroom today, that he would walk right in and build things for me (like a shelf or a bookcase) to put next to my desk or to see me walk across the stage for a second time with my Masters Degree, or to see me walk down the aisle, someday with my future husband. But, I have come to the conclusion that although he is gone, his memory still lives in my heart and will always be with me forever.
As a Graduate student and a full-time teacher, my schedule became filled pretty quickly. I knew that going into the program I would have a limited "social life", and that it would be a lot of work, but I don't think I fully realized the impact of this choice. Yet, here I am, 17 months later (only 1 more month to go!) and almost finished. I learned (and am still learning) about the importance of balancing my time and being okay with saying "no" to certain things in order to open the door to saying "yes" to other things.
Throughout this time period of my life, I have also experienced my fair share of people who have all-to often asked me: "So, what's new?" Which, inevitably leads to the response, "I am a teacher and a full-time Graduate Student. I also bought my own home." That scenario eventually (rather quickly, I might add), then somersaults on it's head to the "So, are you seeing anyone?" To which I reply, "no." Then, the exchange navigates to "Well, you're still young." or "Take your time." or "There's no rush." or "You'll know when you're ready." (encouraging, right?)
It's this last piece that gets me every time. For some reason, my life has taken a professional turn at a young age and for that, I am thankful. I am thankful that I have a job that I love, a home that I can come home to every day, and the opportunity to further my education at a college that has given me so much already. To me, the guy is the "icing on the cake." Apparently, I have very "fine" taste (haha), and the butterflies and dates haven't happened yet. But, I know that God honors the desires of your heart, because I have seen him do it in other parts of my life before. And so, it's in patience and respect, that I wait.
As I look back on this season of my life, there have been lots of, what appears to be, "promising potentials," but something has always happened that God later shows me, "it wasn't meant to be." But, through each of those interactions, I am thankful that I have learned about myself, how to care for other people, and how to value their opinions. I have also started understanding the importance of dating and marriage and would love to have a guy who puts those solid values ahead of every thing in order for us to learn from each other, to learn with each other and to learn about each other.
In addition, I've learned that when I am faced with a boatload of stress, my initial reaction is to try and "control things." But, I cannot. What I have noticed about myself and my growth, is that I am my own worst critic. Once I have decided to set aside those fear and worries in my own life, then my potential for completing tasks in a short amount of time, seem much more feasible. I am also more focused on how to help other people, too.
As a teacher, I work in a fast-paced environment, where I am required to be flexible, change and adjust curriculum on a moment's notice, and play the roles of nurse, teacher, janitor, meteorologist, and more, all in one day. I rarely have time to sit and to "just be," something that I dearly miss from college. Being a member of the "adult world" for some time now, I have learned how to navigate through the seaweed of waters and am still learning how to row against the tide in order to follow my heart and dreams into what I know and believe is right and true.
As a woman, I've learned that I can grab inner strength from God and that my worth doesn't come from my work alone. God is the one who supplies me with strength that I need for each day and it is He, who provides me with just enough stamina to get through each day. I've learned about myself as a person, the things that I value, the importance of being involved in a community of like-minded people and of people that share differing views that can both challenge you and strengthen you.
Though I am not perfect, I am trying. Though I find sleeping in a treat, I am able to wake up early in the morning to start my day and now find mornings filled with anticipation and wonder. I find it comforting to drive into work watching the sun peak on the horizon, though I do miss the warmth of my own bed :)
I've learned how to remain true in my own beliefs even when challenged by people. I've learned how to respect people's decisions by respectfully disagreeing. I've learned how to be independent and set-apart in a world where society says that you constantly need to alert every one about your whereabouts.
There are struggles, though. Every one has them. Behind every smiling face on Facebook or Instagram post, people are hurting. It's up to us to spend the time to be with them, to pull back those layers, and to assure them, however broken that we are, what God assured us long ago : "That we will never leave them nor forsake them," though we do fail often.
I find it challenging to make time for myself. I love going for runs outside; this past week, I went for 4! I used to write a lot for leisure and read books! I love to write poetry and could spend hours reading a book that I would finish in a day or two. I miss being with friends and finding that balance between a social life and a work life. Yet, with each passing sunset, I am slowly coming around to experiencing that again in new, delightful ways.
I've learned that everything happens for a reason - and sometimes, we may never know what that "reason is." I've learned that being "busy" and being a "workaholic" does not last forever and is only for a season. I'm thankful for my life and for the community of people who have been positioned around me to support me. I'm incredibly indebted to my parents and to my friends.
I've learned that blackberry jam tastes sweet and there is nothing like a warm summer night. I've learned that every experience carries a memory, that flies upwards like a hot air balloon, or nose-dives like a toddler trying to fly a kite. I've learned that life teaches you so much about yourself and the world every day, and it is up to us to pick up on those lessons in order for us to grow more as a well-rounded and holistic citizen of our neighborhoods, our country, and our family; even as time extends beyond the typing of this post.
cheers.
Sunday, September 6, 2015
Relationships are Not Fast Food
A friend recently told me that "relationships are not fast food." We had been sitting in a bakery, talking about the all-too familiar, yet somehow, distantly, confusing topic of romantic relationships. My friend then had come forth with this profound truth that relationships, in essence, specifically romantic ones, are not your run-of-the-mill Happy Meal or #7, steak and cheese on a bagel breakfast sandwich.
As much as our human nature tries, relationships can't be made to order and sometimes, the customer (us) is not always right. Relationships can't be "prepped" beforehand, in an effort to make the overall meal easier to put together, conveniently catered to our taste buds, and just the way we like it.
Relationships require that you leave the "long-term planning," in order to step into the unfamiliar of the "short-term." In that, you are working to get to know another person.
As an Elementary School Teacher, who is used to planning every second of every school day of every lesson, while always having Plan B and Plan C and even sometimes Plan D in the back of her mind, this part is a struggle. The day-to-day getting to know a man is both challenging and difficult because, as this same friend shared: there are no "lesson plans" for dating. They just don't exist. There are those helpful hints, but until you've been in it, it's hard to make a blanket statement that covers everybody. I've come to realize, as I continue in my mid-twenties, that relationships are an on-going process that extends far beyond the "I do" wedding vows that are exchanged during matrimony.
This is not to say that previous relationships don't prepare you for future ones. I truly believe that past romantic relationships teach you as much about yourself as how to care for another person. Most importantly, they teach you how to put another human being's needs and interests before your very own. And though I cannot plan for romantic relationships and even will them to happen, what I can do is be confident in that I know the type of man I am looking for; one with character, dignity, and a love for children. I can be firm in the things that I am looking for in terms of beliefs and I can also know the areas of my life where compromises are required and healthy. It is with great humility, that this self less act is poignant in those relationships in which couples are married for many, many years.
The one main lesson I've learned by listening to friends who have been in relationships (both for the short and the long-term) is that "you can't always have it your way." Reflecting upon my twenties as a single woman, shows me that, for some reason, my life has taken a professional turn at a young age. For that, I am thankful that I have this part of my life established and rooted. I know my identity and I am comfortable with myself and who I am.
And, on the other hand, my life didn't turn out as the Happy Meal I would have hoped. I didn't meet that special "someone" during college, fall in love, get married, have a job, have 2.5 kids with a white picket fence and then go back to school. Instead, my life navigated differently from most, society didn't determine who I was ultimately going to be, but rather, I determined that. God revealed that instead of falling in love early in my twenties with a guy, I fell in love with teaching. Instead of getting married and having only 2.5 kids, I became committed to my teaching job and now have up to 12 students every year! Instead of having a house with a white picket fence and then going back to school, I'm finishing up my Masters Degree now and am a young homeowner.
I'm proud of what I have accomplished thus far. I know that someday, when my guy and I finally do cross paths, it will be the right time. This period of singleness and waiting, has allowed me to focus on other tasks that are important to me and passions that I had no idea were inside me. I developed my goals and have even attained some of my dreams. Now, I am just seeking a guy who wants to come along with me for the ride. And, I know that God has been orchestrating it all along. I'm thankful that I have not experienced multiple romantic heartbreaks yet, but rather, my heart melting for the career path of teaching that I have chosen to take.
Relationships come and relationships go. But true relationships stay with you forever.
-cheers.
As much as our human nature tries, relationships can't be made to order and sometimes, the customer (us) is not always right. Relationships can't be "prepped" beforehand, in an effort to make the overall meal easier to put together, conveniently catered to our taste buds, and just the way we like it.
Relationships require that you leave the "long-term planning," in order to step into the unfamiliar of the "short-term." In that, you are working to get to know another person.
As an Elementary School Teacher, who is used to planning every second of every school day of every lesson, while always having Plan B and Plan C and even sometimes Plan D in the back of her mind, this part is a struggle. The day-to-day getting to know a man is both challenging and difficult because, as this same friend shared: there are no "lesson plans" for dating. They just don't exist. There are those helpful hints, but until you've been in it, it's hard to make a blanket statement that covers everybody. I've come to realize, as I continue in my mid-twenties, that relationships are an on-going process that extends far beyond the "I do" wedding vows that are exchanged during matrimony.
This is not to say that previous relationships don't prepare you for future ones. I truly believe that past romantic relationships teach you as much about yourself as how to care for another person. Most importantly, they teach you how to put another human being's needs and interests before your very own. And though I cannot plan for romantic relationships and even will them to happen, what I can do is be confident in that I know the type of man I am looking for; one with character, dignity, and a love for children. I can be firm in the things that I am looking for in terms of beliefs and I can also know the areas of my life where compromises are required and healthy. It is with great humility, that this self less act is poignant in those relationships in which couples are married for many, many years.
The one main lesson I've learned by listening to friends who have been in relationships (both for the short and the long-term) is that "you can't always have it your way." Reflecting upon my twenties as a single woman, shows me that, for some reason, my life has taken a professional turn at a young age. For that, I am thankful that I have this part of my life established and rooted. I know my identity and I am comfortable with myself and who I am.
And, on the other hand, my life didn't turn out as the Happy Meal I would have hoped. I didn't meet that special "someone" during college, fall in love, get married, have a job, have 2.5 kids with a white picket fence and then go back to school. Instead, my life navigated differently from most, society didn't determine who I was ultimately going to be, but rather, I determined that. God revealed that instead of falling in love early in my twenties with a guy, I fell in love with teaching. Instead of getting married and having only 2.5 kids, I became committed to my teaching job and now have up to 12 students every year! Instead of having a house with a white picket fence and then going back to school, I'm finishing up my Masters Degree now and am a young homeowner.
I'm proud of what I have accomplished thus far. I know that someday, when my guy and I finally do cross paths, it will be the right time. This period of singleness and waiting, has allowed me to focus on other tasks that are important to me and passions that I had no idea were inside me. I developed my goals and have even attained some of my dreams. Now, I am just seeking a guy who wants to come along with me for the ride. And, I know that God has been orchestrating it all along. I'm thankful that I have not experienced multiple romantic heartbreaks yet, but rather, my heart melting for the career path of teaching that I have chosen to take.
Relationships come and relationships go. But true relationships stay with you forever.
-cheers.
Thursday, August 13, 2015
Love is Hard
Love is hard.
When you love something or someone, it's not easy. It is an on-going process that is both difficult and challenging. However, it can be very rewarding. Love travels miles for the ones that it cares about and does not regard airfare as a price too high to pay. Love is given, used, and recycled. Love takes many forms, at times familiar and at other times, unfamiliar. Love is trying. Love requires sacrifice, the kind a military serviceman or servicewoman gives his/her country when they are deployed. Love requires that you give of yourself without expecting anything in return.
Love also teaches you about yourself. Love is the mirror in which we look into everyday, judging our appearance from the outside, allowing the public to view us the way that we see ourselves. Though, in reality, the inside is what fly's away, revealing the cocoon we have tightly packed up inside us. Love prunes you and makes you stronger. Sometimes, love makes you weak and sorrowful, in order to help you understand an important lesson or to grow and/or maintain closeness to a group.
Love requires you to take risks, to try to surf that high wave rather than skimming in shallow water. Love asks you to see your neighbor as "greater than yourself" and to put their needs before your own. Love encourages you to support your neighbor and to care for them in tangible ways. Love requires you to listen, both thoughtfully and reflectively.
Though love requires all this and more, it is ultimately a teacher. Love requires you to be the child, to sit in the chair and to learn from example. Love requires that we take off our own size 6 shoes in order to walk in our neighbor's size 10. Only when we assume a position like this, can we truly understand what it is like to love one another deeply, in service, in gratitude, in humility, and with thanksgiving.
Cheers.
When you love something or someone, it's not easy. It is an on-going process that is both difficult and challenging. However, it can be very rewarding. Love travels miles for the ones that it cares about and does not regard airfare as a price too high to pay. Love is given, used, and recycled. Love takes many forms, at times familiar and at other times, unfamiliar. Love is trying. Love requires sacrifice, the kind a military serviceman or servicewoman gives his/her country when they are deployed. Love requires that you give of yourself without expecting anything in return.
Love also teaches you about yourself. Love is the mirror in which we look into everyday, judging our appearance from the outside, allowing the public to view us the way that we see ourselves. Though, in reality, the inside is what fly's away, revealing the cocoon we have tightly packed up inside us. Love prunes you and makes you stronger. Sometimes, love makes you weak and sorrowful, in order to help you understand an important lesson or to grow and/or maintain closeness to a group.
Love requires you to take risks, to try to surf that high wave rather than skimming in shallow water. Love asks you to see your neighbor as "greater than yourself" and to put their needs before your own. Love encourages you to support your neighbor and to care for them in tangible ways. Love requires you to listen, both thoughtfully and reflectively.
Though love requires all this and more, it is ultimately a teacher. Love requires you to be the child, to sit in the chair and to learn from example. Love requires that we take off our own size 6 shoes in order to walk in our neighbor's size 10. Only when we assume a position like this, can we truly understand what it is like to love one another deeply, in service, in gratitude, in humility, and with thanksgiving.
Cheers.
Wednesday, August 12, 2015
Contentment Comes Softly
Contentment.
In the most unexpected ways, contentment arrives in my life, like the first buds blossoming on a tree after the last snowfall, a precursor to spring; or, a leaf falling from the sky, quietly landing on the wooden and eroded park bench beside me.
Contentment is an abstract word that is often tied to concrete experiences. Contentment is watching my cat sleep on the couch beside me, as his whiskers twitch from dreams and his paws patter the invisible air. Contentment is knowing that I have found my passion in life, that is, teaching and that I can't imagine doing anything else besides it. Contentment is a warm summer night with a light breeze, nestled under a thin blanket, listening to the crickets chatter throughout the dark, a serenade of free music, moving to my ears. Contentment is taking off my shoes and socks as my feet make love to the warm sand on a deserted beach, walking without a destination in mind. Contentment is knowing that I have done all that I can for the day; knowing that my ability does not come from strength alone, but from something greater that I've allowed to dwell inside of me. Contentment is knowing that you are exactly where you need to be at this particular time in your life, and that you are fulfilling this task with the greatest determination and persistence that you can give.
Contentment doesn't always come to smack you in the face. Contentment may come softly and without hindrance, so that you are thankful to enjoy every last drop, a sweet honey on your tongue, soothing and bursting with hope.
In the most unexpected ways, contentment arrives in my life, like the first buds blossoming on a tree after the last snowfall, a precursor to spring; or, a leaf falling from the sky, quietly landing on the wooden and eroded park bench beside me.
Contentment is an abstract word that is often tied to concrete experiences. Contentment is watching my cat sleep on the couch beside me, as his whiskers twitch from dreams and his paws patter the invisible air. Contentment is knowing that I have found my passion in life, that is, teaching and that I can't imagine doing anything else besides it. Contentment is a warm summer night with a light breeze, nestled under a thin blanket, listening to the crickets chatter throughout the dark, a serenade of free music, moving to my ears. Contentment is taking off my shoes and socks as my feet make love to the warm sand on a deserted beach, walking without a destination in mind. Contentment is knowing that I have done all that I can for the day; knowing that my ability does not come from strength alone, but from something greater that I've allowed to dwell inside of me. Contentment is knowing that you are exactly where you need to be at this particular time in your life, and that you are fulfilling this task with the greatest determination and persistence that you can give.
Contentment doesn't always come to smack you in the face. Contentment may come softly and without hindrance, so that you are thankful to enjoy every last drop, a sweet honey on your tongue, soothing and bursting with hope.
Tuesday, August 11, 2015
Always Work to Make Things Right
Life isn't always about "being right" or getting the "last word." Sometimes, we are so concerned with getting in that last thought in an effort to make ourselves feel as though we are "ahead" or have a "leg up" on another person. I believe that this power struggle stems from a deeper, internal struggle. Ultimately, it feels like wrestling or a boxing match, where a person has an opponent in a headlock. When you get two people in the ring or on the mat, wrestling their way to the last word or thought, the punches become brutal. Faces become caked with blood that at times, are indescribable, even to their loved ones sitting ringside. Arms ache with trying to punch from mere strength alone. Sweat pours down the face and the body, like rain running down a used umbrella.
So, why do people long for getting in the "last word?" From my experience, it sometimes has more to do with not what we say but how we say it. Our body language tells a story just as well or even better than our lips do. In other words, I'm not a wrestler or a boxer, but I do understand that our body language conveys a message to another person or a group of people, more often than our words do. I would imagine that when a boxer or a wrestler faces their opponent, they are aware of certain postures, gestures, even stances that can predict a fatal blow. If they have practiced enough under a trainer, they may be able to determine when those punches or blows may occur and be a few steps in front of the other person (though not always literally.)
I have noticed that when I am tired and try my best to communicate with my parents through conversation, sometimes the most simple, kind gestures can be a dark rain cloud due to unintentional voice tones, or folded arms across my chest, or a stare on my face. Consciously, I don't intend to do this, but subconsciously, I am tired, want to sleep, and it is past my bedtime.
When this happens, I am reminded that mere strength alone is not enough for me to succeed in the boxing or wrestling match. Preparation is needed and an awareness of self is required in order for us to accurately and effectively communicate our needs to groups of people, especially those closest to us. Loved ones often take the brunt of our negativity and this should not be so. But, it helps to know that something deeper lies beneath all of this hardship: God. He is the one that gives me the strength to try again when I fail. He is the one who speaks the Philippians 4:13 verse to me when I feel as though I cannot face "that person" or "that situation": his voice whispers lovingly in my ear saying: "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." It is important that I identify where this strength comes from and point its presence in my life back to God.
Life requires me to interact with people and situations when I am happy as a child, hopeful as a rainbow, sorrowful as a thunderstorm. It is His ability, His life within me, that allows me to try again and again to "make things right."
So, why do people long for getting in the "last word?" From my experience, it sometimes has more to do with not what we say but how we say it. Our body language tells a story just as well or even better than our lips do. In other words, I'm not a wrestler or a boxer, but I do understand that our body language conveys a message to another person or a group of people, more often than our words do. I would imagine that when a boxer or a wrestler faces their opponent, they are aware of certain postures, gestures, even stances that can predict a fatal blow. If they have practiced enough under a trainer, they may be able to determine when those punches or blows may occur and be a few steps in front of the other person (though not always literally.)
I have noticed that when I am tired and try my best to communicate with my parents through conversation, sometimes the most simple, kind gestures can be a dark rain cloud due to unintentional voice tones, or folded arms across my chest, or a stare on my face. Consciously, I don't intend to do this, but subconsciously, I am tired, want to sleep, and it is past my bedtime.
When this happens, I am reminded that mere strength alone is not enough for me to succeed in the boxing or wrestling match. Preparation is needed and an awareness of self is required in order for us to accurately and effectively communicate our needs to groups of people, especially those closest to us. Loved ones often take the brunt of our negativity and this should not be so. But, it helps to know that something deeper lies beneath all of this hardship: God. He is the one that gives me the strength to try again when I fail. He is the one who speaks the Philippians 4:13 verse to me when I feel as though I cannot face "that person" or "that situation": his voice whispers lovingly in my ear saying: "I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength." It is important that I identify where this strength comes from and point its presence in my life back to God.
Life requires me to interact with people and situations when I am happy as a child, hopeful as a rainbow, sorrowful as a thunderstorm. It is His ability, His life within me, that allows me to try again and again to "make things right."
Monday, August 10, 2015
Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal: Yes, I am 26, Still Single, and Love Sorbet.
In conversation type situations, I am often asked, "So, what do you do?" I reply that I am a teacher and frequently follow it up with a few other things that I am quite proud of. Then, the all-too familiar question inevitably follows: "So, are you seeing anybody?" (As if that question ultimately determines your worth in society. Sadly, it often does and many great people typically go unnoticed.)
My gut wants to reply with, "a lot of people, actually! I just talked with the Barista at Starbucks while he made my cold brew with honey; I told the man waiting outside the iLoveKickboxing place that the trunk on his car was open; and, I saw the familiar faces of the people at the deli counter when I went grocery shopping today."
Knowing that won't suffice as an answer but will make for a pretty good icebreaker, I tend to revert to the usual: "No, not yet." Or, my personal favorite, "Lots of boys, but no men."
Then, the "said person" asks me my age, or will attempt to say something "comforting" like "Well, you're still young," You have your whole life ahead of you," or "I'm sure you'll find someone when the time is right."
Well meaning people often look at me like I am a school project that needs to be finished by a particular deadline or something that is broken that needs to be fixed.
I would like to argue the point that while these groups of people mean well and that their efforts and familiar phrases do not go unnoticed, I am not a "broken project that needs to be fixed."
In my opinion, you can't put a deadline on "love", "relationships," or "romance." Everyone navigates through these waters at different paces and at different times. I do, however want to stress the importance that I am personally grateful and humbled of all of the things that I have accomplished thus far in my life without a man as an independent, single, twenty-something young woman. For example, I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I could put myself through Graduate School while working full-time as a teacher.
And, I have come to realize that the "right" man for me, will not be flawless, but will also be a work-in progress as I currently am. He will see my life as a challenge and as a journey and will want to partner with me as we buckle up together for that rollercoaster of a ride.
It's amazing how life turns out, too. I have personally watched myself grow at various points on a continuum as a young woman. These road posts have been influential in my personal growth as a woman, as a teacher, and as a friend. There was a time when I was in college, where every chance I saw a guy, I would think "Is he the one?" Then, I graduated from that mentality to being comfortable around groups of people and viewing my interactions with guys as a way to get to know them and their stories. Eventually, this mindset shifted again to "I feel comfortable with my identity and who I am as a woman, specifically, in God." I observed my interactions and intentions start to shift after a period of time again where I realized, "It might be nice to have someone around someday to do things with." I felt my heart opening up in that specific way and became very much okay with that route because of my previous preparation. Recently, I have noticed that a lot of my friends have either had newborns, been engaged, or are about to get married. And, I've, yet again, crossed another road post: "I am okay with being single the rest of my life."
These road posts have been wonderful reminders for me at how far I've come in a personal way. I've used this time to deepen my relationship with God and to get to know new people from all walks of life, both at work and in social situations. And, as I look back at the times where I so yearned for a significant other, I realize one simple thing: how could I have squeezed him into my already busy and chaotic life?
So, as I approach another birthday in the new year, I am humbled at the growth that God has worked within me. Without Him, I would probably still be the shy and introverted young teenage girl. As I sit here typing this blog post, I am gently reminded of the verse that says, "God will give you the desires of your heart." He has put the desire of a relationship in my heart, and I know that He will fulfill it when He decides that the time is right. I know that He has not forgotten about me, even when I feel lonely at times on a Friday night, or find myself trying to eat through a pint of mango sorbet. God has been writing my love story all along; first with me loving Him, loving others, and eventually, making the way for my heart to love a man. I am reminded that we are all vessels, each carrying different kinds of cargo on an ocean that can be extremely rough, or calm, or a bit of both.
So, there is no "deadline" and there is no "fixing." There is just God and two people, sailing on the ocean; originating at different starting points, heading across the sea, meeting each other, someday.
My gut wants to reply with, "a lot of people, actually! I just talked with the Barista at Starbucks while he made my cold brew with honey; I told the man waiting outside the iLoveKickboxing place that the trunk on his car was open; and, I saw the familiar faces of the people at the deli counter when I went grocery shopping today."
Knowing that won't suffice as an answer but will make for a pretty good icebreaker, I tend to revert to the usual: "No, not yet." Or, my personal favorite, "Lots of boys, but no men."
Then, the "said person" asks me my age, or will attempt to say something "comforting" like "Well, you're still young," You have your whole life ahead of you," or "I'm sure you'll find someone when the time is right."
Well meaning people often look at me like I am a school project that needs to be finished by a particular deadline or something that is broken that needs to be fixed.
I would like to argue the point that while these groups of people mean well and that their efforts and familiar phrases do not go unnoticed, I am not a "broken project that needs to be fixed."
In my opinion, you can't put a deadline on "love", "relationships," or "romance." Everyone navigates through these waters at different paces and at different times. I do, however want to stress the importance that I am personally grateful and humbled of all of the things that I have accomplished thus far in my life without a man as an independent, single, twenty-something young woman. For example, I never in my wildest dreams would have thought that I could put myself through Graduate School while working full-time as a teacher.
And, I have come to realize that the "right" man for me, will not be flawless, but will also be a work-in progress as I currently am. He will see my life as a challenge and as a journey and will want to partner with me as we buckle up together for that rollercoaster of a ride.
It's amazing how life turns out, too. I have personally watched myself grow at various points on a continuum as a young woman. These road posts have been influential in my personal growth as a woman, as a teacher, and as a friend. There was a time when I was in college, where every chance I saw a guy, I would think "Is he the one?" Then, I graduated from that mentality to being comfortable around groups of people and viewing my interactions with guys as a way to get to know them and their stories. Eventually, this mindset shifted again to "I feel comfortable with my identity and who I am as a woman, specifically, in God." I observed my interactions and intentions start to shift after a period of time again where I realized, "It might be nice to have someone around someday to do things with." I felt my heart opening up in that specific way and became very much okay with that route because of my previous preparation. Recently, I have noticed that a lot of my friends have either had newborns, been engaged, or are about to get married. And, I've, yet again, crossed another road post: "I am okay with being single the rest of my life."
These road posts have been wonderful reminders for me at how far I've come in a personal way. I've used this time to deepen my relationship with God and to get to know new people from all walks of life, both at work and in social situations. And, as I look back at the times where I so yearned for a significant other, I realize one simple thing: how could I have squeezed him into my already busy and chaotic life?
So, as I approach another birthday in the new year, I am humbled at the growth that God has worked within me. Without Him, I would probably still be the shy and introverted young teenage girl. As I sit here typing this blog post, I am gently reminded of the verse that says, "God will give you the desires of your heart." He has put the desire of a relationship in my heart, and I know that He will fulfill it when He decides that the time is right. I know that He has not forgotten about me, even when I feel lonely at times on a Friday night, or find myself trying to eat through a pint of mango sorbet. God has been writing my love story all along; first with me loving Him, loving others, and eventually, making the way for my heart to love a man. I am reminded that we are all vessels, each carrying different kinds of cargo on an ocean that can be extremely rough, or calm, or a bit of both.
So, there is no "deadline" and there is no "fixing." There is just God and two people, sailing on the ocean; originating at different starting points, heading across the sea, meeting each other, someday.
Sunday, August 9, 2015
Neighborhood Friends
Dear Readers,
As I get older, I have realized that it is important to make friends, establish friendships, and maintain friendships in a variety of places. I have found that opening myself up to making friends at work, at my gym, and outside of school have allowed me to view the world through different lenses and to take on the life of another human being for that moment in which we interact.
Let me give you an example. In my neighborhood, there are many women who are considerably older than I am, overflowing with wise wisdom. These women are always available to give advice, to talk, and to just "be present" for me whenever I need it. I am truly thankful that my neighbors are constantly there for me, checking in on me when my shades aren't up at a certain time in the morning, and just popping by to say "hello."
And I realize now, that as I continue to get older (though I am only in my mid-twenties!) I would rather have a handful of flowering Zinnia friends that I can call on consistently, rather than a handful of dandelion acquaintances that sprout up sometimes and then are washed away by the rain the next.
As I get older, I have realized that it is important to make friends, establish friendships, and maintain friendships in a variety of places. I have found that opening myself up to making friends at work, at my gym, and outside of school have allowed me to view the world through different lenses and to take on the life of another human being for that moment in which we interact.
Let me give you an example. In my neighborhood, there are many women who are considerably older than I am, overflowing with wise wisdom. These women are always available to give advice, to talk, and to just "be present" for me whenever I need it. I am truly thankful that my neighbors are constantly there for me, checking in on me when my shades aren't up at a certain time in the morning, and just popping by to say "hello."
And I realize now, that as I continue to get older (though I am only in my mid-twenties!) I would rather have a handful of flowering Zinnia friends that I can call on consistently, rather than a handful of dandelion acquaintances that sprout up sometimes and then are washed away by the rain the next.
Saturday, August 8, 2015
Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal - Part 1:Sleep is Important (Among Other Things)
Dear Readers,
So begins my first post of the "Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal" blogger style. Over the past year, a handful of my posts on social media have been titled "Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal," with my musings, focused on anything from relationships, to being comfortable with who you are, to pet peeves, etc. Throughout this time, a few of my friends have mentioned that I should start a blog centered on this. At first, I took it as somewhat of a joke, but then, when people from all different walks of life started encouraging me in this way, I thought, "why not?" Aside from being a teacher, one of my other passions/hobbies in life is writing. And, I don't tend to do much of that nor make time for that as a daily practice in my life anymore. As such, I'm hoping to integrate this practice into my daily life once again, as routine as eating, waking up, conversing, and interacting with the world is. And, so here begins (what I hope), are daily/weekly reflection(s) on life as a single, gluten-free gal.
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Sleep is important.
But, last night, I couldn't sleep. I literally slept, at the most, one hour. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep. But, I know that I am not alone in this endeavor. Though I tend not to struggle with falling asleep, I do struggle with shutting off my "television" of a mind at night. I've read research articles about the importance of unplugging from technology before going to bed every night, but still, I fall short. Sometimes, when I examine myself really closely with a magnifying glass, I have a fear of missing out (or FOMO), as some of my friends like to call it.
Other times, I just have so many thoughts swirling around in my head like a tornado, that I cannot simply, silence them. When I was in college, I used to write before I went to sleep and then this practice slowly drifted away. It was incredibly helpful, because as soon as I made the effort to collect my thoughts on paper, I was able to rest comfortably.
However, I think that the busyness of life and the seasons that I found myself in, changed all of that. Deep down inside, I have realized one thing: we all struggle, or should I say, we all have our own boatload of challenges that we encounter on a daily basis. The piece that should be the determining factor of whether we "write," (however pen to paper looks in our lives) is, are we brave enough to name the things that cause us pain, hurt, or even sorrow, to call them out, and to work inside the vessel of learning how to live life alongside them. Because, I feel that once we do that, (once I begin to call out that I worry, I work a lot, and sometimes, I take myself too seriously), then we will begin to find healing and open up the pathway to a cottage surrounded by the beauty of blossoming flowers.
So begins my first post of the "Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal" blogger style. Over the past year, a handful of my posts on social media have been titled "Confessions of a Gluten-Free Gal," with my musings, focused on anything from relationships, to being comfortable with who you are, to pet peeves, etc. Throughout this time, a few of my friends have mentioned that I should start a blog centered on this. At first, I took it as somewhat of a joke, but then, when people from all different walks of life started encouraging me in this way, I thought, "why not?" Aside from being a teacher, one of my other passions/hobbies in life is writing. And, I don't tend to do much of that nor make time for that as a daily practice in my life anymore. As such, I'm hoping to integrate this practice into my daily life once again, as routine as eating, waking up, conversing, and interacting with the world is. And, so here begins (what I hope), are daily/weekly reflection(s) on life as a single, gluten-free gal.
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Sleep is important.
But, last night, I couldn't sleep. I literally slept, at the most, one hour. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn't fall asleep. But, I know that I am not alone in this endeavor. Though I tend not to struggle with falling asleep, I do struggle with shutting off my "television" of a mind at night. I've read research articles about the importance of unplugging from technology before going to bed every night, but still, I fall short. Sometimes, when I examine myself really closely with a magnifying glass, I have a fear of missing out (or FOMO), as some of my friends like to call it.
Other times, I just have so many thoughts swirling around in my head like a tornado, that I cannot simply, silence them. When I was in college, I used to write before I went to sleep and then this practice slowly drifted away. It was incredibly helpful, because as soon as I made the effort to collect my thoughts on paper, I was able to rest comfortably.
However, I think that the busyness of life and the seasons that I found myself in, changed all of that. Deep down inside, I have realized one thing: we all struggle, or should I say, we all have our own boatload of challenges that we encounter on a daily basis. The piece that should be the determining factor of whether we "write," (however pen to paper looks in our lives) is, are we brave enough to name the things that cause us pain, hurt, or even sorrow, to call them out, and to work inside the vessel of learning how to live life alongside them. Because, I feel that once we do that, (once I begin to call out that I worry, I work a lot, and sometimes, I take myself too seriously), then we will begin to find healing and open up the pathway to a cottage surrounded by the beauty of blossoming flowers.
Saturday, January 17, 2015
Rambling Reflections
As I sit here typing this new and updated blog post, I am reflecting on this past year thus far.
Last year, I learned an incredible amount about myself.
I learned that I have grown from a quiet and shy girl, to an outspoken and passionate middle -aged twenty-something young woman.
I learned that my heart is in education and in advocating for students, working to improve the educational system, and always learning more about my field.
I learned that I will probably, always be in school, or, at the very least, learning something new all of the time.
I learned that it is imperative to surround myself with all sorts of people, but to especially, and most importantly, be open to new opportunities and new adventures.
I learned that friendships come in the most unlikely places.
I learned that friendships resemble the stages of the moon and are always waxing and waning.
I learned that when I strive to put myself "out there" for the cause and good of this world, I am making a statement about my beliefs.
I learned that in order for me to improve, I must first make mistakes. Then, the growing process can begin. However, I cannot be afraid of making mistakes, nor is it healthy to lament on past failures, but rather, to learn from them and to move on in positive directions.
I learned that healthy vulnerability is the key to maintaining and having lasting and fruitful friendships. One must risk a little in order to receive. One must pursue in order to be pursued.
Enjoy the "moments" instead of wondering if this "moment" is the particular "one" of something greater.
Be comfortable with yourself and the stage of life that you find yourself in.
Seasons change. People change. The smallest changes can, and perhaps, be the biggest and most necessary changes of your life that have the ability to have the greatest impact on your identity and your future.
You are NOT your work. Neither is your work YOU. They are separate entities and should be treated as such. However, your work should reflect your passions and core beliefs as realistically as possible.
Take some "you" time for at least 5 minutes every day.
One day of the week MUST be entirely for you to rest and recoup.
Not everyone is who they say "or portray" themselves to be. Likewise, don't write off everyone due to small discrepancies that society often says "can" and "won't" work.
We are all worthy of love, to be loved, and to have loved.
And, finally, great things truly do come to those who wait. The package itself may look a little different, but the purpose inside is honestly, quite beautiful.
Last year, I learned an incredible amount about myself.
I learned that I have grown from a quiet and shy girl, to an outspoken and passionate middle -aged twenty-something young woman.
I learned that my heart is in education and in advocating for students, working to improve the educational system, and always learning more about my field.
I learned that I will probably, always be in school, or, at the very least, learning something new all of the time.
I learned that it is imperative to surround myself with all sorts of people, but to especially, and most importantly, be open to new opportunities and new adventures.
I learned that friendships come in the most unlikely places.
I learned that friendships resemble the stages of the moon and are always waxing and waning.
I learned that when I strive to put myself "out there" for the cause and good of this world, I am making a statement about my beliefs.
I learned that in order for me to improve, I must first make mistakes. Then, the growing process can begin. However, I cannot be afraid of making mistakes, nor is it healthy to lament on past failures, but rather, to learn from them and to move on in positive directions.
I learned that healthy vulnerability is the key to maintaining and having lasting and fruitful friendships. One must risk a little in order to receive. One must pursue in order to be pursued.
Enjoy the "moments" instead of wondering if this "moment" is the particular "one" of something greater.
Be comfortable with yourself and the stage of life that you find yourself in.
Seasons change. People change. The smallest changes can, and perhaps, be the biggest and most necessary changes of your life that have the ability to have the greatest impact on your identity and your future.
You are NOT your work. Neither is your work YOU. They are separate entities and should be treated as such. However, your work should reflect your passions and core beliefs as realistically as possible.
Take some "you" time for at least 5 minutes every day.
One day of the week MUST be entirely for you to rest and recoup.
Not everyone is who they say "or portray" themselves to be. Likewise, don't write off everyone due to small discrepancies that society often says "can" and "won't" work.
We are all worthy of love, to be loved, and to have loved.
And, finally, great things truly do come to those who wait. The package itself may look a little different, but the purpose inside is honestly, quite beautiful.
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