Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Motto. Mantra. Whateva.

I’ve been working on re-setting my habits, with a new concept of “Just Because I Can, Doesn’t Mean I Should” and I repeat it daily. I don’t need to join and anonymous groups or seek professional help but I am a spender. I’ve never been one to splurge, honestly I like the challenge of finding a deal, however I can be reckless.

The other day I was in the library, (you can rent movies for FREE there by the way) and I saw people in the internet room and I was overcome with sadness. Now, I don’t know their exact situation but I assume they were there looking for employment. Most are at least, and I was one of them a little over a year ago. For whatever reason, I felt overwhelmed by my own blessings and convicted at the same time.

When I was younger we didn’t have a lot. My mom was a single parent and work nights. We didn’t have much and at the time we didn’t know any better. Now that I’m older and have my own household I am able to recognize just how little we had. My siblings and I all started work at an early age and worked several more hours than our classmates, it never bothered us, but it allowed us to help support the family and “treat” ourselves. I think the idea was money translated into some sort of success or happiness, not an entirely foreign concept I know. Hopefully this isn’t distasteful but my husband and I have always had money, we’ve been able to travel and purchase things that we want without a lot of effort. We have good jobs and work hard for our earnings but here is the proposal: Just because we have this money should we be spending it? Our bills our paid, essentially no dept, our needs are met but what about the other stuff; the extras?

I spend maybe $50.00 a month of what-nots…coffee, nail polish, movies etc… not really anything I need. How is it I have “extra” money that I can spend without even a second thought? There are so many others desperately trying to just get by, it doesn’t feel right.
I’ve even adjusted my grocery shopping habits. I’m so fortunate that we not only have food but good, healthy, organic food that we enjoy eating. I’ve made it a point to use up the stagnate items in the fridge and pantry in order to create new meals and curb unnecessary spending. It’s actually been a rewarding process and you get that sense of accomplishment.

I realize I’m about 4 years late on the recession but being in a tourist locale has kept us in a bubble and the shockwaves have finally hit our area. There are so many people that have come here with their posh lifestyles that have help keep our little mountain town afloat but now we are catching up with the rest of the economy. This past month, mid-season mind you, the local government had several layoffs, Bed Bath and Beyond closed, Blockbuster closed, Borders closed, and several other stores including Old Navy (I could have cried over this one). All those people need jobs and in an area like this they are limited and commuting isn’t feasible.

Not exactly my most articulate post but this is what’s on my mind and has been very sobering. Maybe now that it’s in print I’ll have more accountability to achieve the goals I’ve set and adjust my routine.

Friday, February 25, 2011

today IS the exception


minimal makeup
blush and gloss
turquoise nail polish
olive green tank
grey boyfriend tee
cream swing sweater
skinny blue jeans
grey leather boots
silver chain necklace
and a messy (possibly the messiest) bun

By some accounts I don’t even really match but today when I looked in the mirror I felt pretty and quite simply satisfied. There are few days this happens so I relish the peace of mind and acceptance of myself. Why was today different? What has changed? My clothes weren’t new; I hadn’t just had my hair done, and pretty sure I was a pound or two heavier after that Girl Scout cookie binge last night…If only I could discover the magic formula I might be able to feel this way everyday

Being a girl is tough…or I guess I mean being a woman is tough. Even the times when I chastise myself there’s a part of me calling out the ridiculousness of it. I mean I am a fairly “normal” person. No deformities, not the heaviest, not the skinniest, generally considered moderately attractive…So why is it I torture myself with false ideas of beauty. Yes, I said FALSE, I don’t like the phrase “unrealistic view of beauty” because it’s all relative, at least from my point of view.

There’s no real closure for this, just a conundrum I think many others can identify with. Maybe I’ll get lucky and these good vibes will continue on thru the weekend.

Monday, February 21, 2011

it's not about me

So I have written a total of three blogs today, wait this is my fourth and first posted. It’s weird when you’re open and perceptive how you can experience so much more direction. Not to say they weren’t adequate blogs, just not for now. After completing the first I kept repeating verses to myself. Turns out it was Psalms 139:1-10. (Why am I continually amazed by the relevance of scripture?) Well I Googled it for the complete passage and it. was. powerful.

For me its perspective/significance had changed, less a word on peace and comfort but now more an admonishment for my "attempt" at secrecy. Who am I to think I can hide my thoughts from Him? My silence isn’t concealing anything. I am seen. I am heard. I am desired. There is no exceptions, no circumstance that will change this. Let me just say it was humbling. Yet another blog for another time…

But for some reason my thoughts were incomplete. I kept the Googled results on my desktop and kept going back and reading and re-reading. After a while, in a moment of idleness, I grabbed my phone to peruse the daily Facebook posts and come across an alarming post from a very old friend. Personally, I don’t know how these people share such things publicly, typically my first reaction but this left me breathless and broke my heart. It was such a desperately sad post about feelings of worthlessness. Then I was brought back to Psalms 139. I was hesitant…who am I to pass a word but it felt right, all doubt and pride aside I responded.

People know I’m a horrible correspondent and I’ve never argued the fact but I wish I made more of an effort to share my heart with people. When I see Facebook posts and blogs most of the time I’m not dwelling on the content but the memories and feelings I have towards the individuals sharing. If people only knew the love and thoughts I have towards them… Not just close friends but acquaintances that seem to be hurting so much and experiencing daily struggles.
People going thru divorce, unemployment, infertility, acceptance, failure etc… I perceive of ALL these things but find myself thinking I should’ve…and that’s simply unacceptable.

My challenge and let’s face it an attainable goal is to reach out to my Facebook friends, whether they want to hear from me or not; and mostly whether I’m comfortable it with or not. It’s really time to set aside my qualms with privacy and these social sites and used them to a positive advantage.

Wish me luck!

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

New post: definitely; New blog: not so much

I'm not apologizing for going "post-less" so let's be forgiving and just go with it, no questions asked. Confession, I can't get out of my head. I've been in there for weeks maybe even months at this point. Thinking, contemplating, wishing, dreaming, doubting etc... It's time to get out. I can't make this a habit because I'll never leave and really it's no way to live.

In all honesty, I want so much, maybe more than I should be allowed. It's not like a Christmas list, these desires are beyond anything I could have ever imagined for myself. It scares me that I have these "needs" these untapped feelings that conflict with my reality.

Even more contradictory is the fact that they are entirely unwarranted. I don't sit and ponder new demands for my life but am daily rushed with images of absolute wonder...I've never dwelled on such high expectations.

I know, I know...my knack for saying so much without really saying anthing is astounding and it's a slow start but a fresh start none the less.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

.:unhealthy thinking is bad for the soul:.




What to write? So much going on, not sure anything is worth or desired to write about... I haven't been myself lately. I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Considering the state of things it's not surprising. Something that has been pressing me is a thought triggered by a pastor a couple months back. He questioned why "Christians" have this natural thought process of, and I'm paraphrasing, "when things go bad, it's God punishing us for something we did or are doing wrong".


I think my jaw literally dropped and I'm certain I tuned him out the next few minutes trying to get my head around it. I know in my heart it's NOT true, God isn't punishing me for my faults. However, every time something fails and disaster strikes my instant reaction is a chastised child and I fearfully examine myself to see what mistakes I have made.


I'm not sure how my beliefs got so off track. Granted, I grew up in an "unhealthy environment" and attended an unusual, old fashioned, fire and brimstone church for a number of years. I guess I always attributed my backwards thinking to my upbringing...But when that pastor mentioned it I realized I wasn't alone, it's a general misconception! Why do we do this?


God is our father and he loves us far beyond our understanding. That's just it too. How can He love me? I try and I fail every day and His patience, love and understanding isn't human, so it's just inconceivable. He blesses us every single day in our own individual ways, whether we choose to take note of it or not. Now granted some Biblical characters were "punished" for disobedience but why would I think that because I lost my job, had a miscarriage etc... that God is teaching me a lesson? Am I in sin?


I never dwell on theses motives long but it continues to be an instinctive reaction. YES, bad things have happened, some things I never could have imagined but not for the reason the Devil wants me to think. I can't explain all the purposes behind it all yet but now I'm using it to be a testimony for myself and others. I know that when my heart breaks and I'm crying and scared He's with me. Not in an "I told you so moment" but an 'I'm here and I want to comfort and console you because you are me daughter and I love you" presence.


Someone quoted Max Lucado, "God withholds what we desire to give us what we need." That's what I needed to hear. I desire so many things in order to have that satisfaction of having everything I think I'm suppose to have but God knows my heart even when I'm not seeing and choosing quite clearly and He always gives me what I need and really that's what counts.