A couple of thoughts

It's been a while. A long while. I don't like that. A few years ago, not a day went by where I didn't write something. Now I can barely remember the last time I sat down to put my jumble of thoughts into writing. Hrmph. 

Oh well. On to today's musings!

1: After coming to this school with only one friend and hardly any acquaintances, it still catches me off guard when I'm walking to or from class and hear someone say, "Hi, Michelle!" My first thought is always, "Who, me?" However, I like that I actually know enough people to cross paths with someone familiar once in a while.

2: I'm the type of girl who likes to hide quietly in the back of the classroom so as not to be noticed, while wearing bright yellow rainboots bought solely because they stand out.

Learning from little guys

I realize I haven't written in a while but I've definitely had things on my mind. The reason I haven't written is that I have been exhausted. Completely drained physically and mentally. Even dead week and finals week seem appealing compared to this. I have also been keeping very busy, which I suppose doesn't help with the tiredness, but oh well. And when I have had the opportunity to write, I just plain didn't want to. Very strange, that. I almost always want to write. But what I have been meaning to write about is directly related to my job, and I have come to a point where I am ready not to have my job anymore. There have been plenty of days in the past four years where I woke up and thought, Ugh, I don't want to go to work today, but not wanting my job is completely new, and frankly, I don't like it. I love my job. Really, I do. But the class I've had this summer has worn me so thin that I can't stand it any more. Our three oldest are all boys, and each of them is worth about three whole kids in the amount of energy it takes to keep up with them. And by kids I mean two-year-olds. And they don't call 'em the Terrible Twos for nothing. So, yeah... I haven't even wanted to think about work, much less write what I'm about to write. 'Cause I'm stubborn like that.

About a week or two after deciding I needed to write this, I went to dinner with a friend. I can't tell you exactly when that was, but it was probably at least two weeks ago... but don't hold me to that because I honestly don't remember. Anyway, the point is that we went to a Chinese buffet, so naturally there were fortune cookies involved. I don't put a whole lot of stock into fortune cookies because they're nothing more than mass produced phrases that are left intentionally vague so the reader can interpret it in a way that will make it apply to their own life. However, of all the fortunes I have received—and trust me, there have been lots—I do believe two really were meant for me. Of those two, one is the one I received that night with my friend.*

An important word of advice may come from a child.

That, my friends, is precisely what has been on my mind for the past month. I can only conclude that this particular fortune cookie was psychic. Okay not really, but still. I had been digging my heels in against writing this, and then the fortune cookie more or less reached out and slapped me across the face with a cold trout.

My class has kept me in a perpetual state of stress all summer long, wreaking havoc on my mind and body. It's all I can do sometimes not to grab one of them by the shoulders and yell STOP IT! But despite all of that, I honestly believe that toddlers are some of the best people on Earth. Why? Because I think they know what it really is to live life to the fullest, and they love with everything that is in them.

First, a bit on living life to the fullest. In my mind, you don't have to travel to far away places or take on extraordinary tasks like scaling gigantic mountains or jumping out of airplanes to live life to the fullest. I think living life to the fullest requires nothing more than doing what makes you happy, and doing so all the time. As we get older, we develop filters and reservations—or at least most of us do. We learn that society will judge us based on our appearances and our actions. Toddlers are completely unaware of that.

A toddler will never stop to consider their actions. They won't think, “I'm not the most coordinated of the bunch, so maybe I should just sit back and watch the others dance.” It would never cross their mind that they might be thought weird if they get down on their hands and knees and go in circles, scrubbing the top of their head on the floor. When you have the dress-up clothes out, a boy will wear the fluffy tutu and flowered hat if he darn well pleases, regardless of our society's gender guidelines. They do what makes them happy, plain and simple. I don't know about you, but I wish I had that sort of confidence and inhibition. And just as toddlers don't worry about being judged, they won't judge you. It doesn't matter to them if you have a terrible singing voice or if you're having a bad hair day or if your clothes don't fit just right. All they expect of you is your attention and affection. Give them that and they'll be your best friend.

And that brings us to love. The older kids in my class right now can be and generally are very ornery, and a couple of them can be downright mean and hateful at times. However, I have seen our orneriest boy stop screaming mid-tantrum to console a classmate who lost her footing and fell off the window seat.** This little guy, like any and every toddler I've ever met, can be incredibly sweet and tender when he puts his mind to it. When a classmate is upset, it's not at all uncommon for him to gently pat them on the back or wrap his arms around them, and if they're really upset, he'll even kiss them on the shoulder as he hugs them. This compassion is not something toddlers reserve for each other; they offer this love to anyone that takes the time to get to know them. (I supply the qualifier only because at this age, many are also stricken with a major case of Stranger Danger.) If adults cared for everyone the way toddlers do, I think the world would be a much better place.

No matter how much they make me feel like pulling out my hair, I have a lot of respect for toddlers. They're pretty great people, and I could definitely learn a lesson or two from them.

* If you were wondering, the other fortune cookie told me that I have a wonderful way with words and should write a letter to someone.

** Just in case anyone is concerned, the window seat in our classroom is not high enough to pose an actual safety risk, but it is high enough to scare the little ones if they fall. Nothing that can't be taken care of with a hug though!

If you felt a sudden jolt, don't be alarmed; that was just my paradigm shifting.

Firstly, I've been meaning to write for over a month now but between working and being tired from work and suffering from a very unusual case of writer's block, I haven't been able to come up with anything worthwhile. However, my head is in a much better place than it was when I wrote my last post. I'm just going to call that a moment of panic brought on by my having too much time to think. I'm back at work now, getting out of the house and spending time around people every day, and it's all good. Gotta work harder at not letting the worrying fester.

Now, on with the show.

I've been thinking a lot about love the past couple of weeks. Not of the romantic variety, or in the “I don't always like you but we're related so I have no choice but to care about you” sort of way, but the kind of love God calls us to show one another. I've always tried to be a nice person in that I aim to be polite and respectful and treat others as I'd like to be treated, but I don't think simply being “nice” equates to showing love.

My mom and sister and I have been visiting a church for the past few months. They recently had a revival, which is what spurred me to write this. The topic of discussion one evening was found in 1 Peter 4.

⁷The end of all things is near. Therefore be alert and sober of mind so that you may pray. ⁸Above all, love each other deeply, because love covers over a multitude of sins. ⁹Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling. ¹⁰Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God's grace in its various forms. ¹¹If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.

The speaker mainly concentrated on verses 9 and 10, expanding on hospitality and service. He noted how everyone seems to be caught up in their own little world these days, too busy to care about fellowship and giving to those less fortunate. A good message, to be sure, and I did pause to think about what I have and haven't done and what I could do in the future, but that isn't what got to me. Though I was already familiar with the passage, I had never read it in the particular mindset I was in that night, so while the speaker carried on with something about a big bowl of tuna fish and dragging people home with you for lunch after church, my brain was stuck on verse 8.

Love each other deeply.

That phrase was still going around in my mind the next evening when he spoke on 1 John 4:10-12.

¹⁰This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. ¹¹Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. ¹²No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

There it is again. Love one another.

“One another” does not mean your family and your friends, or even all the people you know. Those two little words encompass every single person on earth. That's a whole lot of love we ought to be giving out. And this is the bit that really got me: How can I show love to someone if I can't even approach them and say hello? How can I love anyone if I hide from everyone?

In the past I have thought that, in sticking to myself, I was depriving myself of the opportunity to know others. It never occurred to me that I was denying others love. Now this new perspective is just further motivation to change my ways.

The mockingbirds are mocking me.

I've been wanting to write something for a while now. I've been wanting to write anything really. My brain keeps telling me I need to write, but I haven't been able to think of anything to write about, fiction, nonfiction, or otherwise. Sure, I've had plenty of thoughts, but it has taken me this long to be able to put them into anything remotely coherent.

I've been on my own from 6:45 AM to 3:15 PM, Monday through Friday since I left school. At first it was nice having the house all to myself. It was quiet and peaceful. Not so much anymore. Now it feels too much like it did when I was in high school. It's quiet and lonely. The other day I was literally pacing because I didn't know what else to do with myself. I've spent countless hours watching Netflix, but that isn't a satisfying way to spend the day at all. Not when I've spent two and a half weeks doing little else.*

This restlessness I feel is actually worse now than it was in years past. Before, I was lonely and I wanted company, but I just wanted someone here at the house with me. One or two friends, or even just my mom, just so I wasn't alone. Now, I find myself wanting to be out and among people—any people, lots of people. At school, even though I spent most of my spare time on my own, I could hear my neighbors in their rooms and in the hall. I always knew that someone was there. Now I just feel completely shut off from the world again, and after spending so many months trying to get over that, it feels even more suffocating than before.

As nervous (and sometimes scared) as people make me, I want to be around them. And being around them is good for me. I know it is. I've tried tiptoeing through the waters, so to speak. I made a little bit of progress that way, got a little better at interacting with people, but not much. This past semester I was either half-dragged or half-pushed into the water, and the other half of me dived right in, and I came so much further in doing so. I don't want to lose that progress by being isolated again.

Of course, this isolation isn't going to last. I'm going to start working next week. Work doesn't provide much room for interacting with people, though. Well, not much room for interacting with people capable of carrying on intelligible conversation anyway. I'll be spending forty hours a week in a room with twelve babies and toddlers and my mother. Nothing against my mom, of course. She's great, and I love working with her. But spending time with my mom isn't exactly going to help me in getting over my anti-social ways.

I think I'm going to go back to posting at least semi-regular confessions. Even if they don't actually help me, I'll feel better for having made the effort. Haha.

*I haven't been spending all of my time in front of my computer. I can't sit still that long. I have also been crafting. The first two weeks I was home, I spent some of my time decorating school supplies to give to a dear friend for her birthday. Lots of glue and paper involved. The table in the sun room is still covered in paper. Last weekend I went to Michaels and bought a paper punch, so I've been using scraps to fill the house with these:

Three-dimensional butterflies. Oh yes.

And yesterday I started crocheting again. I had this grand idea to make a blanket out of lots of little granny squares, because I thought it would be super simple and quick given how easy it is to make a granny square. But then I realized that to make a blanket the size I wanted, I would have to make two hundred and seventy squares, and then I would have to stitch them all together. That did not appeal to me, so I thought I'd make the blanket out of some larger squares. It still would have taken around ninety squares total with my new plan, and that did not appeal to me either. My solution? One gigantic square. My work in progress, after putting in roughly five hours:

 Please ignore the loose ends. Weaving them in is my least favorite part.

Clearly I will be here a while. But it's keeping me busy, and that's the important thing! Not having anything to do makes my mind wander, and when my mind wanders, I worry about things. Anything and everything. Luckily, working for the rest of the summer will keep me too busy to worry. And when I'm not working, I'll be too tired to think. So hooray! Sort of. Ha.

From mountains to molehills

My semester is officially over <insert Kermit flail here> and I now have time to breathe. And think. 

The thinking is a little slow-going, being that I've barely slept in days, but I'm not stressing about studying anymore, so my head is at least a little clearer. I've been thinking about the past nine months and all the things I've done. I think one of my greatest accomplishments came just yesterday afternoon.

What happened, you ask?

I had a conversation with someone. And not just a conversation, but one in which I barely felt uncomfortable at all. And it wasn't just someone. It was someone I didn't even know. I'd never seen her before in my life! But we had a conversation, and I held eye contact with her, and when I laughed it was genuine and not out of nerves.

I could not tell you the last time that happened... if it has ever happened before. It's no big deal for most people, but it's a very remarkable step for me. The perfect way to end the school year, I think.

On should-haves, why-didn'ts, and what-ifs

I reread my last post this weekend. It's been bugging me. As I mentioned in it, what I published here was actually a rewrite of my first draft. In rewriting it, a lot of my original message was lost. I didn't realize that until I read over it again. I'm sure that anyone else who read it was able to understand the gist of what I was saying, but it still feels lacking to me.

In my original post, I discussed all the things I have wished to change over the years. Obviously my health and negative school experiences are at the top of the list, but there have also been times when I wished I could fundamentally change my entire person; I wanted to stop liking all the music and TV shows and whatnot that I liked and start liking what everyone else liked, because I just wanted to fit in. I wanted to be “normal”. And I tended to dwell on thoughts like that.

A couple of weeks ago when I said I've come to the conclusion that I don't need to change, those are the things I was talking about. I don't need to listen to the Top 40, or stop watching cheesy sci-fi shows with terrible special effects, or fawn over all of the currently-hip celebrities. You can like what you like and I'll like what I like. Who I am is who I am.

Likewise, there is no point in obsessing over past events. Even if I had a time machine that could take me back to my first year of ninth grade, I wouldn't be able to stop myself from getting sick. Even if I reacted to the situation in a different manner, I wouldn't be able to control how the school administration handled it. I wouldn't be able to change my friends' responses, and there's no way of guaranteeing that I could have prevented them from drifting out of my life. I can't change what's in the past, and even if I could, I really shouldn't. All of these happenings are what shaped me into the person I am today.

When I said I was done wanting to change, I meant I was done wanting to be a different person living a different life. I am still very much in favor of change in the form of personal growth; that's pretty much the whole point of this blog. Growth is all I've been striving for in the past sixteen months, and it's what I plan to keep striving for. I believe there will always be room for improvement of character. What I'm done with is the should-haves and the why-didn'ts and the what-ifs. All I can do—all anyone can do, for that matter—is play with the hand that's been dealt, because it was dealt for a reason. The dealer peeked at the cards before He passed them out.

I feel better now, having clarified. Although I'm pretty sure the clarification was unnecessary for anyone reading. Oh well. It's my blog and I'll ramble if I want to. Haha.

On cynicism, self-reflection, and silver linings

So. Funny story. I started writing a post last night, but I was half asleep at the time and got interrupted by a knock at my door, so I stopped writing mid-sentence and did not resume until almost twenty-four hours later, at which point I had sort of forgotten where I was even going with the post. Here it is twenty-six hours from the time I originally started writing. I have read and reread my finished post—which I have open in a separate document as I type these very words—and have come to the conclusion that it's rubbish. It sounds very contrived, which is not what I wanted at all. (Apparently my inner voice turns into a stuffy fuddy-duddy when I'm exhausted.) However, I still want to post something and share what's been on my mind lately, so I'm going to give you the SparkNotes version.

The past seven years made me quite a cynical person, and I've been trying to change that in the past several months.

I was miserable and lonely in high school. I won't go into detail here, but I have written about it in previous posts. What's relevant to this post is that I was isolated more often than not. So frequently I wished not only that my situation would be different but that I would be different. I just wanted to be normal. I wanted to fit in. Because on top of all of my health issues, I am what most would (and have, to my face) call weird.

I wasn't cognizant of it at the time, but all those months and years I spent in isolation weren't just a rough patch in my life; they were a formative period. Since I started this blog, I have been really big on introspection and trying to figure out why I am the way I am. In my mind, I have tended to focus on why I developed my negative qualities, like my cynicism and social anxiety. I have wished that I could be different in those respects too. I never realized that almost every. single. good. thing. in my life is there because of the exact same events that brought the undesirable things. Some are more indirectly related than others, which is why it took me so long to see it, but that doesn't change the fact.

As I said earlier, I have been trying really hard to change my way of thinking. I have been constantly reminding myself that I don't need to be different. The things that have happened to me had a reason for happening. They made me what I am. And were I other than I am, I would not be myself. That means that everything in my life would be different, good and bad, and I know that it isn't worth trading the positive to get rid of the negative. Especially since I have so many wonderful things in my life right now.