Well, I am not one of those people who goes all out, having a tree and decorations with a holiday meal smack dab in the middle of the year. (Yes, those people do exist.) Nor, am I one of those organized planners who begins bargain shopping in order to be finished with gift purchases for Christmas by October, November, or earlier. I'm more the type that is walking around humming "It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year." And, honestly, the song has been in my head for at least the past week!
July is a month I consider to be bittersweet. It is the "kickoff" for summer, but the days escape so quickly, and stores put a damper on the enjoyment as they begin putting up back-to-school goodies earlier and earlier. UGH! Fortunately, the warmth of the sun, longer days, cookouts, poolside relaxation, and small adventures all make up for the latter shenaniggans and foolery, and I fast forget that with the approach of July 31st is the sad reality that summer is coming to a close.
I am thankful for this long month of days, which has (this year) brought a lot of joy even in the midst of some of the sadness that has filled my heart from other events of life. This season's July 4 holiday was great being with one of my dearest friends and getting away to the beach for sun and fireworks. It only got better with one of my friends from childhood finally getting married, and he and his (now) wife having me take a part in their special day. I managed to get in two fun-filled cookouts with good food and fellowship. My eating habits curved for the better, as I did more from home (or the homes of others) and managed to have a really decent grocery bill with a lot of yummy buys--a watermelon steal and I cut that badboy with grace and perfection! There were two visits of pampering to the beauty salon, and I've enjoyed my dangly curls; it's been a relief not having to do my own hair, which is my typical routine. And, how could I forget the call I received on Friday, July 9th? On that morning, my two very close and dear friends asked me to do them the honor of being the godmother to their soon-to-be-born daughter, Laila (we're still experiementing with the spelling of her name). Only to have the month climax at the end with an impromptu visit from my brother who lives out of state, and Boston--my dear friend, CMB, the expecting mommy--also making her way down here to the South to spend the weekend with me while here to facilitate a few sessions for a dance ministry conference. I can't leave out the laughter and talks with dear friends, book reads, and new opportunities found. Also, I am not lessening experiences like Vacation Bible School or trips to our local amusement park, Busch Gardens.
Every experience this month has contributed to making THIS "the most wonderful time of the year." And, the last day of this month did not disappoint--and I am not just saying that because of the cooling temperatures! I think about the fine jewelry purchase I made today, the company in tote, and the experience with our sales associate. Life is occurring every second of every hour every day...a reality that I am grown, I am blessed, and I have so much to live for in this world. I love how July gives a fresh outlook, revival, and desire to make the most of living.
This is my "Christmas" in July.
When the season changes and we're in the rush of fall, I'll come back to this time, loving and remembering my favorite time of year.
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Need an Outlet...
During the months of June, July, and August, I am fortunate enough to have three-day weekends, but I end up with 10 hour workdays Monday-Thursday. This set-up works quite nicely, and I wish it could be this way during the actual academic year. Most years I've embraced Fridays, sleeping in and being as lazy as I'd like. That has not changed completely, but Fridays have been quite difficult for the past two months, which is when I received the call from one of my god sisters that my "second" mommy had passed on from this world.
I realize she is out of her pain. I know she lived a good life. I feel her presence and spirit in so many ways. But, it does not remove the pain or the memories of how that Friday played itself out. No matter how prepared you are for death, you're never really...
So, my Fridays presently are avoidance days. I try to find activities to fill my time and keep me from reflecting or thinking too much about that Friday that was only about eight weeks ago. And, truth be told, I've managed to do a pretty good job of having things to do. Beach visits, amusement park fun, traveling, and shopping...even mixed with a little cleaning! Particularly, my recent venture to the nearby shopping outlet is what developed the title and today's stream of thought. Outside my bag it read: "Need an Outlet...Kenneth Cole". Catchy and cute, huh? Well, I thought so!
I thought more and more about the phrase on the bag while getting birthday gifts together for my brother and sister-in-law, and began to really get the fact that outlets are so needed...and for a variety of reasons. My brother from Tampa had an impromptu visit coming to see his best friend get married; however, this visit has served as an outlet for him. He has always been the one to have distance from home due to his work, and we knew his being away served as THE outlet for coping with the loss of our father. This recent trip has given him some opportunities for closure that I think were necessary and right on time, which is great to see.
I also found my recent outlet being back with family--the immediate and extended. I was in the presence of love, peace, and goodness. Every family has its dysfunction(s), but it is being able to embrace all of that and dig through the surface in order to reach the core and very essence of what makes such a group special. It is the history, knowledge, and memories. It is the understanding that these are beings who share your blood and the connection was a divine order. They make me who I am--the good and bad. I joined hands in the room with generations of me, as we prayed over the family and food. I sat with my cousins, picking and laughing. Joined my aunties in the kitchen to steal some cooking tips. Hugged my daddy's best friend and caught up on life with my niece. Talked world and personal issues. Laughed. Loved. Lived.
I don't feel the need to end on a profound note in this "complex simplicity". Hopefully, you have some nearby inexpensive outlet of your own. What I've found, though, to be pretty true is just when you really feel you're hitting rock bottom or can't keep going on, the Divine knows what you need to replenish you and help you continue the journey, realizing life's not so bad after all.
I realize she is out of her pain. I know she lived a good life. I feel her presence and spirit in so many ways. But, it does not remove the pain or the memories of how that Friday played itself out. No matter how prepared you are for death, you're never really...
So, my Fridays presently are avoidance days. I try to find activities to fill my time and keep me from reflecting or thinking too much about that Friday that was only about eight weeks ago. And, truth be told, I've managed to do a pretty good job of having things to do. Beach visits, amusement park fun, traveling, and shopping...even mixed with a little cleaning! Particularly, my recent venture to the nearby shopping outlet is what developed the title and today's stream of thought. Outside my bag it read: "Need an Outlet...Kenneth Cole". Catchy and cute, huh? Well, I thought so!
I thought more and more about the phrase on the bag while getting birthday gifts together for my brother and sister-in-law, and began to really get the fact that outlets are so needed...and for a variety of reasons. My brother from Tampa had an impromptu visit coming to see his best friend get married; however, this visit has served as an outlet for him. He has always been the one to have distance from home due to his work, and we knew his being away served as THE outlet for coping with the loss of our father. This recent trip has given him some opportunities for closure that I think were necessary and right on time, which is great to see.
I also found my recent outlet being back with family--the immediate and extended. I was in the presence of love, peace, and goodness. Every family has its dysfunction(s), but it is being able to embrace all of that and dig through the surface in order to reach the core and very essence of what makes such a group special. It is the history, knowledge, and memories. It is the understanding that these are beings who share your blood and the connection was a divine order. They make me who I am--the good and bad. I joined hands in the room with generations of me, as we prayed over the family and food. I sat with my cousins, picking and laughing. Joined my aunties in the kitchen to steal some cooking tips. Hugged my daddy's best friend and caught up on life with my niece. Talked world and personal issues. Laughed. Loved. Lived.
I don't feel the need to end on a profound note in this "complex simplicity". Hopefully, you have some nearby inexpensive outlet of your own. What I've found, though, to be pretty true is just when you really feel you're hitting rock bottom or can't keep going on, the Divine knows what you need to replenish you and help you continue the journey, realizing life's not so bad after all.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Grateful.
"Get down on your knees and thank God you’re still on your feet."
(Thanks for the quote, Facebook Friend!)
I'm thankful I am not where I used to be. And, I am so happy He's not through with me (just) yet.
Monday, July 5, 2010
The Good Times
TRUTH: "A foretaste never makes me say, 'That is enough.' A foretaste only whets my appetite."
And, for the record, I WILL stay with you. Smiling.
Let the song speak for itself.
And, for the record, I WILL stay with you. Smiling.
Let the song speak for itself.
Saturday, July 3, 2010
Enjoying Time While I Wait...
Congratulations, SerenaWilliams, on another Wimbleton win! I am feeling like a winner today, too.
The message has been pretty in-my-face these past few weeks regarding where I am and need to be...
Psalm 40:1-3 "I waited patiently for the LORD;he turned to me and heard my cry.He lifted me out of the slimy pit,out of the mud and mire;he set my feet on a rockand gave me a firm place to stand.He put a new song in my mouth,a hymn of praise to our God."
"Those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him] shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up [close to God] as eagles [mount up to the sun]; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired."
— Isaiah 40:31
"God will strengthen us and enable us to handle life peacefully
and wisely if we start praying about things instead of merely
trying to get through the day. When we take time with God and listen to His
voice, He renews our strength and enables us to handle life and not be weary.
But we have to start by using the time we have wisely by always putting God first."-- Joyce Meyer
Psalm 40:1-3 "I waited patiently for the LORD;he turned to me and heard my cry.He lifted me out of the slimy pit,out of the mud and mire;he set my feet on a rockand gave me a firm place to stand.He put a new song in my mouth,a hymn of praise to our God."
"Those who wait for the Lord [who expect, look for, and hope in Him] shall change and renew their strength and power; they shall lift their wings and mount up [close to God] as eagles [mount up to the sun]; they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint or become tired."
— Isaiah 40:31
Friday, July 2, 2010
You Want Fame?
In an effort to motivate myself to get up and get going, I woke up early with flashbacks of my undergraduate days. As a freshman, one of my mentors/directors at The College would go around quoting the character, Lydia Grant, played by Debbie Allen in the popular 1980s TV series, FAME: "You want fame? Well, fame costs. And right here is where you start paying...in sweat."
Here's the clip from one of the first episodes (The very familiar line was also in the opening credits):
To get to a short sweet point...
Today, I should have had a "free" day. It's a four day holiday for my work organization; however, my alarm went off bright and early. After showering and eating a little something, I made my way over to the work spot and met with a new hire who needed some assistance in her new administrative role. We sat and talked--laughed a bit, but what stood out was the comment she had shared with her colleague regarding her hours. Considering how much less we get paid compared to our counterparts on the job, it's ridiculously sad--and we do SO MUCH WORK. She shared with him that she had no intention of being present for all of the stuff he was listing and wanting her to be in attendance for. She told him he could handle that piece since his paycheck covered it...YIKES! Glad they have that kind of relationship, and her words are true.
Despite my knowing the latter, I still plug along and just do. All I've ever known is EXCELLENCE. Whatever I put my hands on or have my name a part of, I expect to be all or none. Growing up my mother frequently made me quote: "When a task is once begun, finish it until it's done. Be the labor great or small, do it well or not at all!"
I stay "tipping on the tightrope" -- whether high or low, hated or loved, I keep my balance. It's really not about anyone else when I do stuff; I realize I have a leadership style based in service, which only a small/rare percentage do. It's my focus, my game, my goal to achieve for the overall good. As long as I don't fall, all is well. But, even if I did fall off, I know who would block the fall, dust me off, and get me back on the rope. The picture is always bigger than you and me.
So, as I move into the weekend, here is a little musical enjoyment from an up and coming artist. She is really ON HER GAME. I couldn't decide which of the versions I liked most so here they both are. I hope they'll give a boost like they did me. In a generation/time where I feel so detached to the current trends, it is refreshing to come across music that I actually like, understand, and would be willing to hit "replay" on!
Here's the clip from one of the first episodes (The very familiar line was also in the opening credits):
To get to a short sweet point...
Today, I should have had a "free" day. It's a four day holiday for my work organization; however, my alarm went off bright and early. After showering and eating a little something, I made my way over to the work spot and met with a new hire who needed some assistance in her new administrative role. We sat and talked--laughed a bit, but what stood out was the comment she had shared with her colleague regarding her hours. Considering how much less we get paid compared to our counterparts on the job, it's ridiculously sad--and we do SO MUCH WORK. She shared with him that she had no intention of being present for all of the stuff he was listing and wanting her to be in attendance for. She told him he could handle that piece since his paycheck covered it...YIKES! Glad they have that kind of relationship, and her words are true.
Despite my knowing the latter, I still plug along and just do. All I've ever known is EXCELLENCE. Whatever I put my hands on or have my name a part of, I expect to be all or none. Growing up my mother frequently made me quote: "When a task is once begun, finish it until it's done. Be the labor great or small, do it well or not at all!"
I stay "tipping on the tightrope" -- whether high or low, hated or loved, I keep my balance. It's really not about anyone else when I do stuff; I realize I have a leadership style based in service, which only a small/rare percentage do. It's my focus, my game, my goal to achieve for the overall good. As long as I don't fall, all is well. But, even if I did fall off, I know who would block the fall, dust me off, and get me back on the rope. The picture is always bigger than you and me.
So, as I move into the weekend, here is a little musical enjoyment from an up and coming artist. She is really ON HER GAME. I couldn't decide which of the versions I liked most so here they both are. I hope they'll give a boost like they did me. In a generation/time where I feel so detached to the current trends, it is refreshing to come across music that I actually like, understand, and would be willing to hit "replay" on!
Thursday, July 1, 2010
Thoughtful Thursday...or a little more contemplative...Eh!
I'm THAT girl...You know the one with 27 dresses...smile...and there's more of those pictures, but I only chose the most recent weddings I've been in, excluding my best friend's--the last pic. posted.
It's Thursday and 27 Dresses (2008) has aired twice this evening. The more I watch this movie, the more I fall in love with it. Unlike the protagonist in the movie, I do not have a sister and I have not been in love with the groom of any of the many weddings I've been a part of--THANK GOD! I also have not had to be in two weddings at once although I have had to choose.
Like Jane, played by Katherine Heigl, I do still have all of the dresses I've worn--mainly those of my adult years. I have loved every moment of being helpful, wanted and needed in the lives of the women I've been able to stand with on such important days of their lives. I've been the maid-of-honor in four or five weddings...the number seems to escape me. And, maybe the worse similarity to this main character, is the flaw of "looking for love in the wrong places" when perhaps it is right in front of my face.
The good news is there are seekers and admirers out there...Too bad some are too old, too young, not together, too unwilling to commit, overly committed, unchurched, too churchy...you know? The typical issues. And, hopefully, I'll be out of that dreadful statistic of the 70 percent of single African American women--Yes, look it up; it's an all day research and blog entry on ots own.
There are days (like today) when I long for the day I will no longer be in the supporting role but the one saying "I do". Until then, I've got another wedding next week...picked up the dress yesterday (smile). T'is the season!
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Shhh...Excuse me, but your thoughts are too loud.
The familiar idiom, "a penny for your thoughts," comes to mind when I consider how much we now lack modesty and dignity when it comes to social networks and sites. Technology, what have you done to us?!?!
As I log into some of these sites, I am hit in the face with statuses and posts--millions! Some have substance, making you think, smile, laugh, and even comment or reply to the statements...but there are those other postings that just make you wonder: WHY? WHAT ON EARTH? WAS ALL OF THAT REALLY NECESSARY?
Like that awkward feeling you get when you can smell funk and want to make sure it's not your armpits or breath, I find myself in one of those predicaments when I see the many thoughts that get posted. I am caused to question what others may be thinking about some of my postings. And, I can't help but wonder if I am on some whole other level of thinking where this is truly not a big deal--just me overreacting. Perhaps, if I didn't spend so much time on the websites myself, I would not be reading or following all that foolishness, or sitting here distressed over it all.
I have toyed with the possibility of deactivating my accounts, so I won't have to read or see the crazy debates and idleness of those around me who are on the webpages what appears to be all day and night. The contemplation, though, is as far as it goes. I debate with myself and determine that I should not have to end the communications and networks I have with friends and family due to what really may only be a small population out there who happen to be getting under my skin.
What is also perplexing is the fact that there are coworkers, children, and people I have never met or barely know who request being a part of my friends list--WHY I question...I know I lead a pretty quiet and private life (in many ways) to those who do not know me well, but I am again forced to wonder if people are just nosey and only desire to want to know a little bit more about me and mi vida loca.
Recently while visiting with my mother, she asked me to go into her account for one of the websites she is on in order to up her security settings. As I was doing this, she had me to smile with concerns about what her friends could view/see of the pages of others. "I don't want anyone seeing that girl's status posts, talking all crazy and cussing. And did you see that one picture of the girl who is naked?!?!" Okay. Okay. Firstly, the picture she was referring to was a profile picture of one of her friend's friends posting to this lady's page. The whole cussing and profanity only adds more justification, though, to what I am talking about. I reassured my mother that none of her friends could see these posts; they did not reflect her and were not on her own page.
AND, I have to say the worst is when people on your friends list call, email/inbox, or text you in order to talk about the postings: "Did you see what I posted and what such and such had the nerve to respond back with? The nerve! Who does she think she is?" I've had a few people I work with to come to me after posting things with questions about whether or not they've gone too far with their words and thoughts. And then we have those who merely love the gossip and post wars or debates that end up on pages--cyber bullying is not only in the world of children, people! I see it more with adults sad enough.
But, really...I think about the people on here who have parents, loved ones, colleagues, bosses, etc. who have access to their pages and can see when the person has a stint with depression, anger, happiness, and every other emotion. I suppose my plea is that we get back to a point where we can realize everything thought or felt does not have to be put out there for all to see--especially on a social network. I am not interested in the fact that you will be gone for five days at such-and-such hotel with no one to watch your pet, but I am sure there are some thieves out there who appreciate that tip-off. And, no, I do not need to know about your bathroom habits, disappointment with other people on the site, or that you're now removing friends. DISCRETION...Oh, how I love that word!
And, maybe I am the hypocrite as I pour out my soul on this network--a public diary? Well, actually, I came to terms a long time ago that anything I post I must be willing to have comfort with, but I feel as though I am "posting" and venting my thoughts in the appropriate place--a blog. I mean, really, if you need to get your thoughts down make a blog, get a journal, or consider tweeting. Just like I do not care to see two people groping one another--get a room--I do not wish to see your loud, vulgar, embarrassing, private thoughts. You do not have to a role model, but you should consider what type of character you're presenting with the programs and groups you're choosing to like and join, as well as all those thoughts you keep pinning up.
Don't worry. If you're reading this post and happen to feel like this message applies to you, I truly do not judge or think less of you (smile). The fact of the matter is the only person I need to work on controlling the actions of is me. Plus, I know I have been guilty more than a few times of some of the very items I am protesting.
Wooooooosaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!
Final thoughts: Watch what you post, share, or vent about--it may make you feel worse.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Connect the Dots
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. dot 1 - Generosity
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... dot 2 - Encouragement
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.. dot 3 - Support
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.. dot 4 - Joy...
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.. dot 5 - Love . .
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. dot 1 - Generosity
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... dot 2 - Encouragement
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.. dot 3 - Support
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.. dot 4 - Joy...
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.. dot 5 - Love . .
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My intention is not to change but inspire you.
Do you remember as a child the amount of activities in school requiring you to connect-the-dots? Perhaps, it was your parent or family member who liked to buy you activity books with the game.
Being a person who loved puzzles, the idea of putting dots together seldom seemed bothersome. In fact, there were times when I found it a relief to have mindless work, where I could get out some crayons or color pencils and show my creativity and skills. On a few occasions I would become a little perturbed with how easy this game of making a picture was (e.g., knowing it was of a Christmas tree or banana), but I still went along and did the assignment or went through the entire activity book.
So, as an adult, what on earth could a game like connect-the-dots have to do with my world now? While I am an educator, that is not the purpose. For two weeks in a row, I have attended church an had the message to speak loud volumes to me about how I am living, what I am doing, and (more importantly) answering the questions I continue to visit in prayer. At times, it is pretty mind-boggling...almost a bit scary...yet in the same moment there is relief.
This idea takes two directions...
There are current dots in my life I continue to try to connect, and I feel as though the "big" picture is not turning into the masterpiece it's meant to be. For me, this hurts because like a good child and student I am putting everything in it (e.g. love, support, etc.) but can't seem to have a nice return. Yep, I know that is screaming rip that puppy up and move on to an easier puzzle or new challenge. The stubbornness in me desires to keep at it, thinking that perhaps the fault isn't in the creation but the one trying to do the puzzle...The truth is, though, maybe the issue isn't puzzle or the person doing the puzzle but that it's not meant to be solved.
In another thought, there is beauty in knowing that I don't ever have to worry about the BIG picture because as long as I am faithful in following God's will and walking in my purpose, the dots connecting and path followed--the good and bad--will lead me to the masterpiece He desires. And, isn't that really what it is all about?
I am defeated but never destroyed. I am tested but will not grow tired.
There is a systematic order to the game connect-the-dots, and for this I am grateful. There is a lesson in discipline, obedience, and following. As puzzling as it is, we've got to keep at the bigger game called life, knowing that it was never meant that we live life in sadness, depression or with a feeling of worthlessness. If I cannot be of good or use to another's dot connecting, I've got to go back to my own and ensure I am moving to the proper dot on the page.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
First I had to find the boat...
Recently, in a television interview on Wendy Williams, Jennie Garth shared information about the relationship between her and her husband. They've been married for quite a few years but were together several before getting married. Garth shared that her husband confessed that he needed to "make sure the boat was strong enough to cross the ocean."
What a powerful and enlightening thought for anyone considering "sailing". I mean here is an analogy that really does reflect the journey of marriage--through the sunny days of calm and peace at sea to the storms that come, tossing the boat and beating it with harsh waves...Isn't that a relationship? Can the boat endure? Like the boat, a marriage "carries" precious cargo and there is a destination or purpose.
So, this quote has stayed with me since the day the interview aired, and in many ways I can relate due to the fact that similar words have parted the lips of the man I am talking to. And, in many ways, I agree. We move forward knowing who and what we desire in this life--each other, but this process is quite a bit of a slow one (in my eyes), which leads me to question how confident we are in this boat's abilities. Maybe it isn't the boat but its sails, or the color, or the wood chosen? I don't know...While I work to remain patient, there are truths I know as a woman and in having close male friends. I suppose the final word will be that of God's, and I have to trust that no matter the outcome all things are working for me (Romans 8:28).
Cleanliness is next to...
In keeping with the saying, today's major task and focus was a physical cleaning of house. As I go through this process of purging, putting away and storing things, I am reminded that with new, fresh surroundings there is likely going to be some form of change coming. I welcome it. I welcome the next chapter and journey--whether it be in my personal or professional life. I feel it and know it is time.
On that note, I am going to rest and reflect on the promises of the Lord. I know that because I have taken what seems like a normal and natural process of just cleaning there is something bigger coming...While I may feel it has been delayed, I know there is something I have to learn in the bigger scheme of things...something I'm being prepared for...Obedience is far greater than sacrifice.
Here's the J. Garth interview from Wendy...
What a powerful and enlightening thought for anyone considering "sailing". I mean here is an analogy that really does reflect the journey of marriage--through the sunny days of calm and peace at sea to the storms that come, tossing the boat and beating it with harsh waves...Isn't that a relationship? Can the boat endure? Like the boat, a marriage "carries" precious cargo and there is a destination or purpose.
So, this quote has stayed with me since the day the interview aired, and in many ways I can relate due to the fact that similar words have parted the lips of the man I am talking to. And, in many ways, I agree. We move forward knowing who and what we desire in this life--each other, but this process is quite a bit of a slow one (in my eyes), which leads me to question how confident we are in this boat's abilities. Maybe it isn't the boat but its sails, or the color, or the wood chosen? I don't know...While I work to remain patient, there are truths I know as a woman and in having close male friends. I suppose the final word will be that of God's, and I have to trust that no matter the outcome all things are working for me (Romans 8:28).
Cleanliness is next to...
In keeping with the saying, today's major task and focus was a physical cleaning of house. As I go through this process of purging, putting away and storing things, I am reminded that with new, fresh surroundings there is likely going to be some form of change coming. I welcome it. I welcome the next chapter and journey--whether it be in my personal or professional life. I feel it and know it is time.
On that note, I am going to rest and reflect on the promises of the Lord. I know that because I have taken what seems like a normal and natural process of just cleaning there is something bigger coming...While I may feel it has been delayed, I know there is something I have to learn in the bigger scheme of things...something I'm being prepared for...Obedience is far greater than sacrifice.
Here's the J. Garth interview from Wendy...
Friday, June 25, 2010
Albeit, a year ago today pop legend sensation, Michael Jackson, passed away, ipads and the iphone 4 are sweeping the nation, and there is still a big ol' oil spill in the Gulf, summer vacation is the only thing that has my attention. The excitement is being motivated and spurred by the fact that I'm actually out of the office for a few days--the longest amount of time I believe I've ever taken at one time, which is pretty sad! But, hey, new beginnings for all things, eh?
So, I must admit that since Monday afternoon, the days have been productive, fun, and memorable. Let's recap...
MONDAY *** Eating out once a week...
One of my closest girlfriends and I have decided that once a week we'll be dining at different spots in the Hampton Roads area, and our first stop: FIVE GUYS. While she'd eaten at the infamous location, this was my first time. What's terrible is I have a FIVE GUYS in walking distance from where I live, but I've yet to have the opportunity to go. The burger and fry joint is supposedly better than that other popular burger spot I frequent (with the Golden arches). Some even debate what could have been for this business had it begun before the latter mentioned spot. Either way, being the lover of cheeseburgers that I am, I was pretty pleased. The peanut oil added a nice flavor enhancement to the burger and fries. However, I was not pleased with the malt vinegar that they encourage patrons to dip their fries in--no thanks!
TUESDAY *** Maxwell together with Jill Scott in VA Beach...
Let's just say both performances were awesome and simply memorable. We were out there in record breaking temperatures, and I have a whole new appreciation for musicians. Jill and Maxwell were dressed in outfits that just looked hot but they both made the tasks of entertaining an audience look easy as 1-2-3.
WEDNESDAY *** Productivity at its best...
I took the day to knock out some of the many things on my to do list. I did not let the getting home in the 1 o'clock hour from the concert due to part of the bridge being closed stop me from an early start. From going to get my bridesmaid dress tailored to grocery shopping -- GO ME, the list kept getting items scratched through and marked off.
The high point of the day? Well, I have more recently been experimenting with stylists. I hate getting my hair done, mainly because of how long I end up under the chair. My favorite brag story to tell others is about the time when I went to this shop, arriving at least 20 minutes before my appointment, which was like at 10 AM. I did not leave the salon until like 3:45 PM. The woman who did my hair left, went out to lunch, had me under the dryer for like 500 hours!!! While my hair turned out FABULOUS that day, I did not go back to hair salon for a good 3 or 4 years after that experience. And, if it's not the time I'm dealing with, it is the costs. Apparently, my hair is "long", thus I get charged more.
WELL, I've located a spot that is owned by Dominicans. They speak no English but can do hair--quickly and at a decent rate. Sooooo, I figured I'd get my hair done in the midst of my errand running. Problem 1 came when the woman who has been doing my hair was not in the shop. Fail. I shared with the little girl, who spoke broken English, what I needed done. She relayed it to the stylist, and they immediately had me to go back to get my hair washed. However, what was shared was due to my hair being long I'd be charged more---OH NO NO NO! I expressed that on Mondays and Wednesdays--in my own broken Spanish--I always got discounts and today should be no different: viente cinco?! "Si, viente cinco," replied the little girl after going back and forth between myself and the stylist. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...Problem 2 came when I had finally settled in for the hair washing and began to immediately notice how warm it was. They're doing some construction in the shop, so I figured that was why the doors were all opened. The more I sat I realized there was no AIR CONDITION in that piece. The cool/luke warm water on my scalp was refreshing. Additionally, I had my drink from the breakfast I had picked up. It was when I got under that dryer I began to feel "hace mucho calor"--crazy! I had to get under the dryer TWICE. By the second time, there was sweat dripping me off me...
My retelling this lovely story will never do justice to actually being there. All I can say is, I had to rededicate my life to Christ, knowing if Hell felt any bit as hot as that shop did, I did not want ANY of it.
THURSDAY *** Adventures in Colonial Williamsburg...
After an uneventful day inside, I decided to catch a bite to eat in Colonial Williamsburg and a take a walk with one of my friends. It was SO hot out--warmer than when we did the concert, but we had a ball being goofy and skipping along the cobblestone and unpaved walk-ways...These are the days when I really get why I love where I live and beauty of Virginia...
Yay for summer vacation!!!
So, I must admit that since Monday afternoon, the days have been productive, fun, and memorable. Let's recap...
MONDAY *** Eating out once a week...
One of my closest girlfriends and I have decided that once a week we'll be dining at different spots in the Hampton Roads area, and our first stop: FIVE GUYS. While she'd eaten at the infamous location, this was my first time. What's terrible is I have a FIVE GUYS in walking distance from where I live, but I've yet to have the opportunity to go. The burger and fry joint is supposedly better than that other popular burger spot I frequent (with the Golden arches). Some even debate what could have been for this business had it begun before the latter mentioned spot. Either way, being the lover of cheeseburgers that I am, I was pretty pleased. The peanut oil added a nice flavor enhancement to the burger and fries. However, I was not pleased with the malt vinegar that they encourage patrons to dip their fries in--no thanks!
TUESDAY *** Maxwell together with Jill Scott in VA Beach...
Let's just say both performances were awesome and simply memorable. We were out there in record breaking temperatures, and I have a whole new appreciation for musicians. Jill and Maxwell were dressed in outfits that just looked hot but they both made the tasks of entertaining an audience look easy as 1-2-3.
WEDNESDAY *** Productivity at its best...
I took the day to knock out some of the many things on my to do list. I did not let the getting home in the 1 o'clock hour from the concert due to part of the bridge being closed stop me from an early start. From going to get my bridesmaid dress tailored to grocery shopping -- GO ME, the list kept getting items scratched through and marked off.
The high point of the day? Well, I have more recently been experimenting with stylists. I hate getting my hair done, mainly because of how long I end up under the chair. My favorite brag story to tell others is about the time when I went to this shop, arriving at least 20 minutes before my appointment, which was like at 10 AM. I did not leave the salon until like 3:45 PM. The woman who did my hair left, went out to lunch, had me under the dryer for like 500 hours!!! While my hair turned out FABULOUS that day, I did not go back to hair salon for a good 3 or 4 years after that experience. And, if it's not the time I'm dealing with, it is the costs. Apparently, my hair is "long", thus I get charged more.
WELL, I've located a spot that is owned by Dominicans. They speak no English but can do hair--quickly and at a decent rate. Sooooo, I figured I'd get my hair done in the midst of my errand running. Problem 1 came when the woman who has been doing my hair was not in the shop. Fail. I shared with the little girl, who spoke broken English, what I needed done. She relayed it to the stylist, and they immediately had me to go back to get my hair washed. However, what was shared was due to my hair being long I'd be charged more---OH NO NO NO! I expressed that on Mondays and Wednesdays--in my own broken Spanish--I always got discounts and today should be no different: viente cinco?! "Si, viente cinco," replied the little girl after going back and forth between myself and the stylist. SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO...Problem 2 came when I had finally settled in for the hair washing and began to immediately notice how warm it was. They're doing some construction in the shop, so I figured that was why the doors were all opened. The more I sat I realized there was no AIR CONDITION in that piece. The cool/luke warm water on my scalp was refreshing. Additionally, I had my drink from the breakfast I had picked up. It was when I got under that dryer I began to feel "hace mucho calor"--crazy! I had to get under the dryer TWICE. By the second time, there was sweat dripping me off me...
My retelling this lovely story will never do justice to actually being there. All I can say is, I had to rededicate my life to Christ, knowing if Hell felt any bit as hot as that shop did, I did not want ANY of it.
THURSDAY *** Adventures in Colonial Williamsburg...
After an uneventful day inside, I decided to catch a bite to eat in Colonial Williamsburg and a take a walk with one of my friends. It was SO hot out--warmer than when we did the concert, but we had a ball being goofy and skipping along the cobblestone and unpaved walk-ways...These are the days when I really get why I love where I live and beauty of Virginia...
Yay for summer vacation!!!
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Precious Cargo
Over the past weekend, I spent a better part of my time in airports. One truth that holds true is since the attacks of 9/11, the practices and routines of travel via air have changed--for better or worse. In particular, crossing and making it through security can be the most daunting and intense process one may ever face in life--yes, yes, call it hyperbole, but I know there is some truth in my proclamations! There are rules and laws to abide by in what can or cannot be taken aboard with you. This would not be such a huge ordeal if the economy and budget issues had not pushed airlines into the corner of now having to charge folks for checking bags. While I'd much prefer to travel light as I make my way through the dooms of hell--I mean security--I now go into total panic and stress mode days before having to go on my trips and vacations that should be under the category of pleasure or relaxation. You can only have liquids of a certain size packaged a specific way. Items like razors and other personal luxuries are a no no. And, I haven't even hit the strip down search...One must dress appropriately, yet comfortable enough to be able to get out of shoes, coats, etc. to allow the proper checks and pat downs. And, again, I realize these precautions help maintain safety, I am merely commenting on the exhaustion and pain I feel in travels. I really am leading up to a point in all of this.
So, I now have my one item of luggage that must fit the compartment of the plane, depending the plane type, as well as a carry on item that must be suitable to fitting under one's seat or can also go into the luggage compartment. I am a woman--let's just say I carry two suitcases! This whole two pieces gets me each time. I know folks are staring at me, just like I am staring at them to help each other justify the size of the bags we have carried with us and refuse to check-in. The airline stewardess of one of my travels played the "how many bags do you have" game with me, unwilling to allow me to go pass to my seat until I counted my purse as a bag. ((JERK!)) However, going back to security and the entire process, on one these travel adventures I truly felt like I had been sent back in time to slavery or the Holocaust, being stripped of all I am and made to feel less than human. Forgive my harshness but I am serious. At an airport up North (I'll leave state and name unmentioned), the security seriously thought themselves to be the gestapo. The "SS Guard" barked orders and made rude comments to any of us who were "non-compliant". It was harsh, brutal, and all of us were really trying to be good passengers and citizen minding our business only desiring to get to our destination. We were clueless as to how we had pissed this man and his crew off--how had we produced such hatred and disdain in their hearts? Extreme? Yes, which is exactly how a reality series was able to be made on the experiences in airports. No, really--the series existed and I saw a few of the episodes.
Soooooo, in all my brokenness, I made it safely through another experience with security, which was actually pretty decent for such an intrusive process. As I sighed and complained and went through the woes of this tormenting cycle, it was like God sent an angel to me in the midst to show me the error of my ways. ((And, I was traveling under the influence of medication, so maybe it was a hallucination, but it was so very clear.)) I had to stop to count my many blessings, as I have been fortunate to never have to travel via plane (or really anywhere) alone with a child under the age of 8. I came across more than one mother traveling alone with their small child, and was immediately made humble. I suppose I had nothing better to do after experiencing as many delays as I did this weekend. People watching became a bit of a hobby/habit that entertained and made the time go by a little faster.
In one airport, a mother and her son had been traveling since 5 AM that morning. The woman was trying to make it to NY and had come up from Florida. Now, by the time she and I crossed paths it was well into the dinner hour and she was only at the midpoint in even reaching the final destination. She was done! She yelled at her mom on the cell phone--how I know her whole story. Meanwhile, her little man was "off the chain". He would not listen and continued to ask and ask and ask questions. She took him to grab some dinner in one of the restaurants. They had cereal, which he cried for. They came back to the sitting area where he accidentally dropped some on the floor. Mom said, "Ah! Do not pick that up and eat it." Of course, he did. It welcomed challenge. She tried to reason with him. He protested in the joy of eating like the fifth piece of cereal he had not intentionally started throwing on the ground, "It tastes okay to me, Mom. I don't know what you mean that it is bad. It's not gross." The final straw came when the little guy was told by his mother not to turn his bottle of chocolate milk upside down. He did and everywhere it went on him and the floor. The tears, the crying, the apologies all came like a hurricane.
Situation number two. Different airport. Different day. Grandmother, Mother, and child were traveling and patiently waiting for their delayed flight. I quickly picked up on the fact that the little guy was another whopper just by those responding who were nearby. One family quickly made their way away from them--politely but obviously seeing the hyper-ness of the little man. Another woman gawked at the child. She could not take her eyes off the train wreck, yet offered no assistance or communication. The final straw with this little guy was as he was attempting to "ride" the suitcase across the aisle having been told more than once not to and going right into the metal of one the chairs. Tears, yells and apologies all came in like a tsunami. (I should add that not even twenty minutes later, as they were trying to board the plane, this little one would not listen to follow mom to the line. Soon enough he found himself alone and without his mother: "Mommy? Mommy!!! Where are you??" Tears. Yells. And, once found, apologies.)
My reality came in the appreciation I have for all parents out there. I continue to joke that God has me working on plants for now and even that can be a challenge. I struggle with just trying to get myself through the obstacle of flying, yet I watched these women with their precious cargo and some common themes were so visible. Even in the midst of nonsense, confusion and disobedience, the amount of love and patience each of these women continued to shower upon their muffins amazed the mess out of me. Such an outpouring of love magnified the true masterpiece of what the Creator desired as he crafted such magnificent designs as the concept of mother to child--their link and bond.
Their precious cargo silenced my heart, convicted and condemned me to a morsel. I could no longer complain. And, perhaps my next flight out will be faced with a new view.
So, I now have my one item of luggage that must fit the compartment of the plane, depending the plane type, as well as a carry on item that must be suitable to fitting under one's seat or can also go into the luggage compartment. I am a woman--let's just say I carry two suitcases! This whole two pieces gets me each time. I know folks are staring at me, just like I am staring at them to help each other justify the size of the bags we have carried with us and refuse to check-in. The airline stewardess of one of my travels played the "how many bags do you have" game with me, unwilling to allow me to go pass to my seat until I counted my purse as a bag. ((JERK!)) However, going back to security and the entire process, on one these travel adventures I truly felt like I had been sent back in time to slavery or the Holocaust, being stripped of all I am and made to feel less than human. Forgive my harshness but I am serious. At an airport up North (I'll leave state and name unmentioned), the security seriously thought themselves to be the gestapo. The "SS Guard" barked orders and made rude comments to any of us who were "non-compliant". It was harsh, brutal, and all of us were really trying to be good passengers and citizen minding our business only desiring to get to our destination. We were clueless as to how we had pissed this man and his crew off--how had we produced such hatred and disdain in their hearts? Extreme? Yes, which is exactly how a reality series was able to be made on the experiences in airports. No, really--the series existed and I saw a few of the episodes.
Soooooo, in all my brokenness, I made it safely through another experience with security, which was actually pretty decent for such an intrusive process. As I sighed and complained and went through the woes of this tormenting cycle, it was like God sent an angel to me in the midst to show me the error of my ways. ((And, I was traveling under the influence of medication, so maybe it was a hallucination, but it was so very clear.)) I had to stop to count my many blessings, as I have been fortunate to never have to travel via plane (or really anywhere) alone with a child under the age of 8. I came across more than one mother traveling alone with their small child, and was immediately made humble. I suppose I had nothing better to do after experiencing as many delays as I did this weekend. People watching became a bit of a hobby/habit that entertained and made the time go by a little faster.
In one airport, a mother and her son had been traveling since 5 AM that morning. The woman was trying to make it to NY and had come up from Florida. Now, by the time she and I crossed paths it was well into the dinner hour and she was only at the midpoint in even reaching the final destination. She was done! She yelled at her mom on the cell phone--how I know her whole story. Meanwhile, her little man was "off the chain". He would not listen and continued to ask and ask and ask questions. She took him to grab some dinner in one of the restaurants. They had cereal, which he cried for. They came back to the sitting area where he accidentally dropped some on the floor. Mom said, "Ah! Do not pick that up and eat it." Of course, he did. It welcomed challenge. She tried to reason with him. He protested in the joy of eating like the fifth piece of cereal he had not intentionally started throwing on the ground, "It tastes okay to me, Mom. I don't know what you mean that it is bad. It's not gross." The final straw came when the little guy was told by his mother not to turn his bottle of chocolate milk upside down. He did and everywhere it went on him and the floor. The tears, the crying, the apologies all came like a hurricane.
Situation number two. Different airport. Different day. Grandmother, Mother, and child were traveling and patiently waiting for their delayed flight. I quickly picked up on the fact that the little guy was another whopper just by those responding who were nearby. One family quickly made their way away from them--politely but obviously seeing the hyper-ness of the little man. Another woman gawked at the child. She could not take her eyes off the train wreck, yet offered no assistance or communication. The final straw with this little guy was as he was attempting to "ride" the suitcase across the aisle having been told more than once not to and going right into the metal of one the chairs. Tears, yells and apologies all came in like a tsunami. (I should add that not even twenty minutes later, as they were trying to board the plane, this little one would not listen to follow mom to the line. Soon enough he found himself alone and without his mother: "Mommy? Mommy!!! Where are you??" Tears. Yells. And, once found, apologies.)
My reality came in the appreciation I have for all parents out there. I continue to joke that God has me working on plants for now and even that can be a challenge. I struggle with just trying to get myself through the obstacle of flying, yet I watched these women with their precious cargo and some common themes were so visible. Even in the midst of nonsense, confusion and disobedience, the amount of love and patience each of these women continued to shower upon their muffins amazed the mess out of me. Such an outpouring of love magnified the true masterpiece of what the Creator desired as he crafted such magnificent designs as the concept of mother to child--their link and bond.
Their precious cargo silenced my heart, convicted and condemned me to a morsel. I could no longer complain. And, perhaps my next flight out will be faced with a new view.
Monday, February 15, 2010
1001 Thoughts
Recently, a colleague/friend shared that at the end of the day I need to free my mind by reflecting and writing about 3 good things that occurred in the day. I've not been diligent (once again) in making time to capture the daily happenings in my life. So to get back on track I need to release and flee clutter in my brain, praying that 3 good thoughts a days will keep doctors, stress, and all else away--I can dream correct!?
So glad for a Monday Holiday that keeps us out from work...Coming off of a weekend of travel that opened a can of sinusitis, bronchitis, long delays & miserable sittings in airports, it was great to be home today. I relaxed, was lazy and made time to think. Even in the midst of feeling my worse as I landed in Newark, NJ to catch my connecting flight, I had to pause with awe at how awesome a world we have and the technology that grants us rare or "taken for granted" opportunities. All in one day I experienced Ohio, Indiana, New York and New Jersey...The site of the Statue of Liberty and the city of Manhattan brought warmth--wow...While there were kinks in my Valentine's Day, the warmth of God and His majesty still prevailed.
Healing for the sick...This past weekend one of my dearest friends went to the hospital. She suffers from sickle cell anemia and is my age. I can't stress what strength and breath of sunshine this chick is! She is the picture of health, full of life, and only a small community of people know she suffers with this horrible and deadly disease. When the first text came her condition was not good and she was being rushed to the hospital. The past couple of days have marked great signs of improvement. She is strong, loves the Lord, and has many praying for/with her. Additionally, another friend had a flare up with her disease. Again, I give God praise for obedience and taking time to rest and heal.
Simple Surface Delights...I love the seasonal series of The Bachelor/Bachelorette. Guilty Pleasure 101--not the first time I've admitted this though! LOL. The romantic side of me seems to give in to this show each season despite how corny or against the methods I may be with the whole concept. Somehow watching others go through the ups/downs and emotional roller coaster of love is endearing and comforting. I know there is someone else falling in love when I'm in my happy state of a relationship or crying from a broken heart much like I've done when those moments have hit...even in their confused states I seem to empathize or sympathize! Again, I know it is a bit extreme to become so attached to what is utterly so distant from my own life experiences, yet it becomes like those Hallmark commercials or movies that just capture, grip, and screw you into an absolute mess.
So, the delights of my day bring me to a close...I need these items to remember, take in and happily take me to that state that gives me the energy and passion of a new day and fresh start. Trying to love the journey that leads to a beautiful end...
So glad for a Monday Holiday that keeps us out from work...Coming off of a weekend of travel that opened a can of sinusitis, bronchitis, long delays & miserable sittings in airports, it was great to be home today. I relaxed, was lazy and made time to think. Even in the midst of feeling my worse as I landed in Newark, NJ to catch my connecting flight, I had to pause with awe at how awesome a world we have and the technology that grants us rare or "taken for granted" opportunities. All in one day I experienced Ohio, Indiana, New York and New Jersey...The site of the Statue of Liberty and the city of Manhattan brought warmth--wow...While there were kinks in my Valentine's Day, the warmth of God and His majesty still prevailed.
Healing for the sick...This past weekend one of my dearest friends went to the hospital. She suffers from sickle cell anemia and is my age. I can't stress what strength and breath of sunshine this chick is! She is the picture of health, full of life, and only a small community of people know she suffers with this horrible and deadly disease. When the first text came her condition was not good and she was being rushed to the hospital. The past couple of days have marked great signs of improvement. She is strong, loves the Lord, and has many praying for/with her. Additionally, another friend had a flare up with her disease. Again, I give God praise for obedience and taking time to rest and heal.
Simple Surface Delights...I love the seasonal series of The Bachelor/Bachelorette. Guilty Pleasure 101--not the first time I've admitted this though! LOL. The romantic side of me seems to give in to this show each season despite how corny or against the methods I may be with the whole concept. Somehow watching others go through the ups/downs and emotional roller coaster of love is endearing and comforting. I know there is someone else falling in love when I'm in my happy state of a relationship or crying from a broken heart much like I've done when those moments have hit...even in their confused states I seem to empathize or sympathize! Again, I know it is a bit extreme to become so attached to what is utterly so distant from my own life experiences, yet it becomes like those Hallmark commercials or movies that just capture, grip, and screw you into an absolute mess.
So, the delights of my day bring me to a close...I need these items to remember, take in and happily take me to that state that gives me the energy and passion of a new day and fresh start. Trying to love the journey that leads to a beautiful end...
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