Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Moving on Up

Dear Blogger.com,

It's been a fun ride. We've had some good times. But I've grown, I've matured. It's time to move on. I've found someone new. It's not you, it's me. I hope we can still be friends.


PS You can now find me at http://chezcrazy.wordpress.com. I hope we'll stay in touch!

Friday, January 23, 2009

Walled Out

Isolation is a form of punishment. It's used in our corrections facilities all over the world. "Solitary confinement," we call it. Remove all human contact. It's not really just punishment, it's torture.

There's a different kind of isolation. A person can be in a room full of people and still be completely alone. It's just as torturous.

Sometimes we do it to ourselves. We wall off our hearts, keeping others at a distance. This is supposed to protect us from possible hurt inflicted by others, but it doesn't. We blame others for our isolation. Our hard-shelled hearts whither inside.

Sometimes we are relegated to isolation by those around us. Plans are made that don't include us. Friendly chatter stops when we walk by. And our souls ache at the exclusion.

I am finally coming out of my own wall. While I use caution when sharing with some people about some topics, I am gradually letting the shell fall away from my heart. God is opening me up.

At the same time, I find myself being shut out of certain situations. It's terribly painful to be in a room full of people and be purposefully excluded from conversation. This is the kind of thing that tempts me to rebuild my wall, to fortify it. "You don't want me? Fine, then I don't want you either." When my efforts to engage go completely unanswered, I feel no motivation to continue trying. I don't want to intentionally open myself up to that kind of pain.

God is here with me, behind the wall built by someone other than myself. I'm waiting for Him to show me what to do with it.

So. When you're hidden by a wall of your own making or of others', how do you respond?

Sunday, January 04, 2009

I wonder...

I'm already 37 years old. Technically I'm fast approaching the dreaded "middle aged" phase of life.

And I wonder....

Is it too late for me to be extraordinary?

I have this idea in my head that most people don't grow up expecting to be run-of-the-mill. Don't we all think, at some level deep down, that we're meant for something major? All my life I have felt it, but I've never done enough about it. It's like I keep waiting for something, as if some mystic bus will come and pick me up and take me to my new and improved reality.

In the meantime, I'm ordinary. And I hate it. I want the life I've always hoped for.

So, is it too late?

Thursday, January 01, 2009

Geeking Out

I have lately been telling people that I'm a geek girl. That doesn't mean I can fix your WiFi or make a new template for your blog, though eventually I'd like to get to that point. I'm referring more to my entertainment preferences. I'm not exactly your "normal" girl when it comes to movies, TV and even some books.

For instance, I saw "The Day the Earth Stood Still" the weekend it came out. I ONLY see big movies on the big screen. Flicks like "Four Christmases" will wait for rental - or even TV. They are just the same on the small screen so I save my theater time for movies that warrant it.

If I have to choose between a rerun of Sex and the City and an episode of BattleStar Galactica, BSG will win 95% of the time.

I have never read Wuthering Heights. I read Douglas Adams' Hitchhiker series in it's entirety at least 3 times.

I used to try to be more girly. Go see the "have-to" chick flicks, pay attention to "What Not to Wear, etc. But I realized I'm not really like that. But I wasn't being true to myself. Sure, I may occasionally catch the latest romantic comedy while spending time with my circle of girlfriends. But that's about being with the people, not seeing the movie. When left to my own preferences, I'll take The Matrix over The Break-Up.

I have finally decided that I like this about myself. And be forewarned: I'm likely to get more geeky as time goes on.

Wednesday, December 31, 2008

Maybe Tomorrow...

What is the mystique of New Year's Day? Why do we mark this as the time we will finally be more healthy, giving, loving, spiritual, whatever? If tomorrow we will essentially be the same biologically, financially, intellectually, etc, why do we put so much attention on one specific day that is nothing more than the turning of a calendar page?

One word. Hope.

We hope that we can change. We hope that things will get better. We hope for the life we have not yet encountered.

I enter this year full of hope on so many fronts. Yes, I want to see change in the normal, almost cliched areas. I want to lose weight and get healthy. Finally get a better grip on the budget instead of it gripping us. Be more loving to my family. Have more regular "quiet time" with God.

But there are also some specific things I am praying for this year. I want to not just get pregnant but STAY pregnant long enough to deliver a healthy baby. I want to find more ways to answer God's call on my life to minister through creativity. I want to encounter God more and let others encounter Him through me.

He is the only way we made it through 2008. And it's to Him I look with hope for the coming year.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

2008 Rewind (AKA Why I'm Glad It's Almost Over)

It's been kind of a rough year for Chez Crazy. God has been faithful and I'm sure it's all been "for my good" (a la Romans 8:28), but in many ways I'm glad to be saying goodbye to this year. Let's recap:

  • Got the news that I was being laid-off from my dream job as part-time administrative/creative director for my church. Budget cuts, not merit related, but painful and stressful all the same.
  • Found out I was pregnant. This was stressful due to my lack of employment, but after years of trying to conceive (and having already endured a miscarriage 3 months earlier) it was joyful.
  • Had a miscarriage. Yeah, that sucked. I didn't talk to God for a while.
  • Looked for a job.
  • Looked for a job.
  • Had several interviews. Was deemed the 2nd choice for 2 positions. (Yeah, first loser.)
  • Put together a multimedia presentation for Easter to the song "Coming Back to Life" by Pink Floyd. (I still love my church.)
  • Was called back on both 2nd choice positions within 24 hours. The lower-paying community college position (temp to hire) was a more definite hire than the other soft drink industry position that paid $10K more a year. Took the college job.
  • Liked the job ok. Missed my dream job a LOT.
  • Put Jadyn in full-time daycare. Thankful she adjusted, sad that she had to.
  • Took a trip with the family to see relatives and old friends. Viciously fought the impulse to stay in PA and tell life in Mississippi to take a flying leap.
  • Was brought onto the college payroll permanently. Hello, benefits.
  • Stressed about money.
  • Turned 37 years old. Really missed my dream job.
  • Stressed about money.
  • Life was interrupted by husband's severe cellulitus.
  • Witnessed true community as church family supported us during the illness.
  • Celebrated Jadyn's 3rd birthday.
  • Had strep throat. The ability to swallow is far too under-appreciated.
  • Prayed hard for friends in a very difficult situation.
  • Stressed about money.
  • Applied for better paying jobs.
  • Stressed about work.
  • Had an interview for a university job paying significantly more.
  • Had a second interview for said job.
  • Wrote a Christmas skit for church.
  • Was 2nd choice for university job.
  • Decided to trust God more about money.
  • Saw God provide.
  • Got involved in planning for a new church outreach.
  • Performed Christmas skit at church.
  • Dealt with a recurrence of cellulitis over Christmas.
  • Spent time enjoying my daughter.
Coming up next, what I'm looking forward to about 2009. Stay tuned.

Monday, December 29, 2008

A Change Will Do You Good

Christmas is done. Tomorrow I'll box up all the Christmas stuff while Jadyn is at preschool. This act is usually one of the most depressing tasks of the season for me.

But not this year.

I'm excited. I'm ready. Ready for this year to be over. Ready to move on.

There's change in the wind. I can feel it. I can smell it.

I don't know what it is. But something is going to change. Something big. Something good.

And I'm so ready.