Sometimes - a lot of the time - I feel I lack creativity. I'm a details person. I'm an executer and a doer. I'm not a big dreamer or idea man (or woman, whatever). That's why I so admire people who are. Over half of the blogs I follow are super unique and creative and special, and they inspire me. It's people I know doing something they love and it's so artsy and passionate, and it all just makes me happy. Here are just a few of these amazing blogs:
31bits.com/blog
shannonleith.com
layceelemons.blogspot.com
fashionablybored.blogspot.com
So, if you're ever feeling uninspired or lackluster, visit these blogs, or search for your own. I'm sure that a lot of people you know and love are super creative and inspiring too.
Mosquitos suck. Yes, literally, but also figuratively. Every single day I get bitten at least once by these little annoying, blood-sucking pests. Normally, not such a big deal. But ever since I was a kid, growing up summers in Minnesota, my mosquito bites get huge. And I mean HUGE. Another downside of being surrounded by mosquitos, other than the horrible swelling and itching? Public humiliation. Inevitably, you end up looking like a crazy person swatting at the air to try to kill all mosquitos getting ready to dive-bomb.
Now, I haven't seen a mosquito for like five years, so I am out of practice. But South Texas is swarming with them. The worst bites I've had so far? On my cheek, behind my knee, and on my foot. The face one is just unsightly, the other two itched LIKE CRAZY! Suddenly, those commercials advertising the personal OFF! fan that you clip onto your belt doesn't seem so silly. I am seriously considering it.
P.S. In non-mosquito-related news, I had a mole biopsied a couple weeks ago and I am finding out the results this Thursday. Please pray for a good outcome!
So every few weeks - or rather, months - I come crawling back to you... Tail between my legs, sad puppy eyes and all... I promised to write you. I promised to do it frequently and fervently. As a result, I have realized that I am either a) lazy, or b) overambitious. I can't decide between the two. I'll leave it to you to decide.
Since we last spoke, the world has kept on spinning, as I knew it would. The first few days back in Texas after being in California were difficult and heartbreaking all over again. But the world didn't end. Chris and I returned to work. Our routine resumed. Time passed... We've gotten slightly more comfortable here, only because time kept passing and because we just kept trudging on. We've visited a few more churches, but haven't settled on one that we love yet. We've both excelled professionally, but simultaneously became frustrated with how things are done here in this foreign land. We never stop missing home. It is like a constant dull ache in our hearts, a forever reminder that we have people we love far away, and we count down until we can see them again - which, by the way, is in only two weeks!!!
I've been reading a lot. Like ridiculously. I think since we last spoke, I've read at least four books. Now, they were not by any means great feats of literature. Rather, they are mindless, fun, or thrilling fiction novels that I can escape to at the end of the day. Incidentally, two of them ended with someone either dying of cancer or a brain tumor. Real nice, right? Jump right into my nightmare, the water is warm... If you have any brain tumor-free book recommendations, please let me know!
Also, about three weeks ago, Chris and I made a conscious decision to get in shape. We started counting our calories and we bought passes to our school's gym, which happens to be only 100 yards from our apartment. We've worked out almost every day since - sometimes twice! I've never really been a gym junkie before, so learning to lift weights and how to work certain muscle groups has been a little interesting. I actually sort of enjoy it. I do at least 30 minutes of cardio each day, which is usually achieved thru about 2 miles on an elyptical machine, and then lift weights for my upper body or lower body, including abs each day. The results have been slower than I would like, but at least I feel better about myself. It harder to eat healthy too, mostly because you just discover how poorly you used to eat before. It has made me wish beyond wishing that I was raised a healthy eater. Sadly, the things I crave are just about the most terrible things for you: potato chips, fries, popcorn, etc. I'm a salty snacker. But I can't eat those things anymore. I've substituted them for more healthy things, and I've learned some great tips from my sister, the Weight Watcher's queen, about good little snacks to fill your appetite between meals.
I have another cool update for you, but it's not really about me... My sister, Jaime, got an MRI for the remaining thumbnail of a tumor left in her brain, which she's done almost every six months since November 2008 to see if it's grown at all. And all is clear! Absolutely no growth at all! Praise God! We actually had an inkling that this was going to be the verdict a few days before because the radiologist gave her his analysis of her scans. But we always wait for her neurosurgeon, Dr. Martin's, final say. Dr. Martin is the be-all, end-all authority in all things Jaime's brain. Dr. Martin graduates. And Dr. Martin cleared Jaime for another year! And Josh sent out a mass text. And I cried... I cry every year. And I will continue to. I will never stop thanking my God for the miracle He did in Jaime.
Well, that's the best I can give you for now. I'll let you know if I think of anything else... Life is pretty average right now. But, nonetheless, life is still being lived. I'm trying to enjoy it more. It sounds weird, but working out has created a new kind of energy in me, and I actually feel very good about myself, regardless of how slowly I see it in the mirror. So, ciao for now. I'll try to be more consistent with my blogging. Really, I will. Even amidst all this averageness.
>>>>>>> What I'd give if I could find a way to stay
>>>>>> Lost in this moment now
>>>>> Ain't worried 'bout tomorrow
>>>> When you're busy
>>> Living
>> In a
> Perfect day
::Lady Antebellum::
I don't really know where to begin. My time in Cali was that amazing. So needed, too. But it wasn't nearly enough time. Before I knew it, I was riding in the car with Jaime, headed back to the airport. And I was heartbroken. She said it so many times while I was there -- it feels so natural, so normal, so right having me there. And it was the same for me. It felt so natural, so normal, so right being in California. Chris feels it too. He got off the plane at LAX, called me, and said, "We belong here."
I wish that I could say returning home to Edinburg, TX put my doubts and worries and sorrows to rest, but it didn't. Returning back to Edinburg was the most unsettling thing I have done in a long time. I don't feel like we belong here. This isn't home. Where did it go? Where did that sense of peace and acceptance I had for this place go? When will I get it back? Will I ever feel at home anywhere but at my sister's house, holding my nephew, sitting on the couch next to her?
Lord, you have some more work to do in me. I still have doubts and questions and it still hurts.I trust you. I believe you know what you're doing. I just wish I knew what it was.
In 24 hours, I will be sitting in the airport, impatiently waiting for the flight attendants to let me board my flight to Houston.
In 25 hours, I will be in the air over South Texas.
In 26 hours, I will be in Houston, grabbing a quick dinner from Panda Express before boarding my flight to California.
In 27 hours, I will be on the plane, in line on the runway, waiting to take off for California.
In 28 hours, I will be engrossed in my new book Columbine by Dave Cullen, or at least pretending to be engrossed so that time will pass quicker.
In 29 hours, I will give up on reading my book and just start twitching in my seat, biting down my fingernails to the nubs.
In 30 hours, I will be landing in California. I will be body-checking people who take too long in the aisle. I will be rushing to the pick-up curb so that I can FINALLY see my best friend, my hero, my sister.
When I left California, I made a plan to return for Easter. It made the leaving a small fraction easier, knowing I would return. Someone told me that no matter how far away the date, having a goal in mind helps with the waiting. And, you know what, it actually has!... Until now.
There are seven days left. I started planning this trip in December. I committed to this trip in January. Airline tickets were officially purchased in February... So far, I have endured 81 days of waiting. As you can tell from my last post, I've been busy, so these last 81 days have actually passed pretty quickly. But now that there are only seven left, each day creeps by at a snail's pace. THEY ARE THE LONGEST DAYS EVER. I am afraid I will implode from excitement and sheer anticipation. I am completing my work faster, hoping it will make time pass more quickly (it doesn't); I am sleeping horribly, hoping a large amount of time has elapsed since the last time I rolled over and looked at the clock (it usually hasn't); time can, literally, not pass quickly enough!
As a result, I have come to the conclusion that I need to calm down. I need to chill. Take a bath, read a book - just chill. Otherwise, I may collapse before April 1 actual arrives, thus preventing me from traveling at all... So, I'm going to try.
I'm sorry I haven't written to you lately. I know that I promised to, and the fact that I've failed has provided me with no small amount of guilt, I assure you. I don't have a great excuse either; in fact, the only one I have is pretty lousy. Here it is... I've been avoiding you.
Let me unpack that a little bit for you... Why have I been avoiding you? Why have I gone back into my shell? I grew tired of all the sadness I was experiencing. I so deeply missed my family and my job at Vanguard that it overwhelmed me on a pretty consistent basis. Every time I would write, I would get sad. And when I would re-read (as the anal, OCD side of me likes to do) I would get sad all over again. And I was just tired of wallowing in it. So I stopped writing.
Do I still get sad? Sometimes. I just have less time to think about it! I think there is a difference from that and repression, if only a small one... But my plate is full now. I have a full time, live-in job that occupies most of my energy and the small remainder is spent relaxing with Chris. BUT.It's no excuse for retreating from our verbal give and take that I once found incredibly helpful and fulfilling, and I sincerely apologize.
So, here I am, writing to you finally, two months after my last entry. A lot has happened.
In January, I received the opportunity to take the next step and continue in my career in University Residence Life here in Texas. And what a step it has been! I am now solely responsible for an entire dorm of 370 undergrads, run a co-ed RA staff of 12 and also an additional 14 office assistants, as well as spend at least 24 hours a week on-call in case of emergencies.A lot has happened.My life has changed significantly.Chris is also busier than ever with tennis.While he was out of a job, and then when we were in two separate states for those many weeks, I forgot what it was like - the hours it takes, the stress it puts him under, the frustration it can cause… I worry about him sometimes.Chris is an excellent coach with high expectations and even higher ambitions.Being an NCAA Div I coach has been as much a joy as a challenge, and he has had to work hard and will continue to have to work even harder to get where he wants to.But I have faith in him.That’s the job of the coach’s wife, as I have learned it to be.
In February, Chris and I started to sink into a routine.Slowly, the drama of moving and all the transition started to settle.Life began to feel almost normal… Wouldn’t you know it—it was at this time that I had my first migraine, which produced some drama.Before my migraine hit one Tuesday evening, I experienced numbness throughout my body that started in my toes, traveled to my fingertips, then to my mouth, limiting my speech.Chris took me to the hospital.When we got there, it almost felt as if the numbness had spread to my brain because I was having a hard time comprehending things, almost as if my brain was working more slowly.The numbness faded pretty quickly after we arrived at the ER, but that is when the mind-numbing headache set in.The rest is pretty fuzzy to me. But, after several hours of sleeping and moaning in the ER—which sufficiently freaked out Chris and, by extension, my entire family—I was released without much of an explanation.Since then, I have acquired an neurologist, had a CT, MRI, EEG, vials and vials of blood drawn and tested, and after all the poking and prodding, the conclusion she came to is… MIGRAINES. This is a very non-dramatic diagnosis for everything that I went through, but I’m not complaining.
To be perfectly honest, ever since Jaime’s brain tumor a year and a half ago, and since my grandpa died of brain cancer last year, I’ve wondered if I should get a CT or an MRI to check my brain too. But my scans were clear, and at least now I know.
In exactly nine days, I get to go home for a few days!I don’t know that California will ever stop being home... It’s interesting to gauge people’s reactions when I tell them I’m from California.Usually it’s a mixture of wonder, suspicion, glamour, and amazement.To me, California means none of these things… To me, California means Jaime. It means Cole. It means Josh. It means Mom. It means Rick and Kay and Matthew. It means Rick and Mary and Aaron.It means Staci. It means Cathi and Courtney and Laycee and Steph.It means Bill.It means Jessie and Ty and Taylor and Christine…And many more… To me, California means the dozens of people in my life whom I love so dearly and whose rich company I miss so much.I cannot wait to go home, not for the beach or the sunshine or the food (though that may be second), but… For you.I cannot wait to see you in nine days.
