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Sunday, 12 February 2012

  • Dear Valentine

    This year will be the first year that i have not been single for V-Day. This will be the
    first year i should expect flowers and chocolate, maybe a surprise romantic
    dinner at some beautiful restaurant, perhaps a well planned out private meal
    under candle light. Of course all of these VD gestures are generic and cliché
    but for a first timer like myself there would be no complaints. Really any sort
    of display or gesture would pretty much be a winner for someone who has only
    ever wanted to crawl into a hole and pretend the day doesn't exist.



    Except.



    The basic structure of this first love relationship i find myself
    in is all but void of romantic gestures. I tell myself it doesn't matter, i
    know how he feels and there is no need to make some spectacle. The unfortunate
    truth of the matter is that such things do mean a lot to me. If it goes that i
    marry this man then i will have to be OK with having never been romanced.
    Never. Not one candle lit dinner. Not one surprise trip to a secluded spring
    picnic for chocolate dipped strawberries. No flowers sent to my work just to
    make me smile.

    Do i just live in a fantasy to have been expecting these sort of
    things to go along with dating and falling in love?

    Several weeks ago in a moment of straight forward honesty (aided
    by a few adult beverages) it was made plain that flowers and chocolate were an
    expected and acceptable VD gesture. As the day grew closer i grew more
    regretful for having placed any sort of demand on my guy. I sent him a text a
    few days ago and told him to not spend his money on the day, don't make some
    spectacle or fell pressured or obligated to go out of his way. He will be
    working VD until late. I will probably be in bed when he gets off so we will
    not be spending the day or evening together.

    I truly feel he took my request as a burden lifted which, out
    rightly, is what i want but beneath that i want him to WANT to go out of his
    way for me. My first V-Day to have a reason to not hate it. Since would argue
    that he would see the opportunity to score some points but in my deepest parts
    i think he is glad to be off the hook.

    I don't like having these expectations, these set ups for
    disappointment. I occasionally catch myself thinking that he may still yet be
    planning something, no matter how small. But then i retract from the idea. Vain
    hopes always catch you by surprise.

     

    When i was leaving his place tonight his granddad wished me a
    happy valentine’s day. I was already feeling a little emotionally unstable and
    his words were unexpected. You know the feeling you get when you hit your elbow
    just right causing a jolt of electric paint to shoot all through your arm and
    fingers? That feeling flooded my body with a white hot flash. As much as i
    wanted to love this year's day of love, in that moment it became very obvious
    that this one had all the makings of being the worst one yet.

     

    To spend VD single and alone is a thorn in and of itself but to
    have a someone and still find yourself alone on the day that celebrates
    togetherness will prove to be a new and most vicious sort of torture.

    I honestly just want it to be over with. I want Tuesday to come
    and go with no highlights, no noteworthy moments to mark the black day.

     

    It expect it would be much easier to be single and mope alone than
    whatever it is that i must endure this go around.

     

     

    -E

Friday, 09 September 2011

  • -

    I'm a little bit heart broken.
     
    Last summer i bought a new album from a band that i had really been digging. Their previous release had fully captivated me and i was super excited about this new one. As expected this new CD was littered with interesting, quality tunes. I recall one that seemed to strike a cord with me. The main line in the song repeats "what if i told you it was so far, so far away?". I remember listening to this song and growing frustrated with God. The truth was i was at a precipice in my life. I felt myself reaching for the reigns, i was going to take them up and do things my way. I was tired of waiting.
    As the melody repeated "We gotta hold on to hope..." I felt a scowl set into my features. How long had i been holding on? Where was any of this getting me? I recall the conscious moment I replied to the chorus " What if i told you it was so far away, what if i told you, would you go with me anyway?"... with a heavy heart and slow, resistant shake of my head i said no.
     
    Today i stumbled upon the band new music video for that very song. The video is comprised of old clips of the band when they were just kids playing at church and various events up through when they were teenagers playing their first shows, fading into the present with shots of them playing huge arenas crowded to the brim, shots of their beautiful families, smile on their triumphant faces. Their patience and persistence had brought their dreams to fruition. Its a beautiful video. Brilliant, truly.
     
    But it broke my heart a little. Its been over a year since i have changed my course, release my faith in the things that felt outside of my reach, and do things my own way. A lot of good has come into my life but there is still much that feels to be missing. The heart broken part of me wonders if there is this void because i hung up my faith that i would ever see these things come to pass.
     
    Maybe i need to spend a little time thinking, try to figure out where I've been and where I'm going.
     
    God, I don't know.

Thursday, 14 July 2011

  • 30 Day Letter Challenge.

    I'm considering jumping in to this, though I know I’m a year late. I'm posting the list here for reference.
    I really should begin writing again.

    I use the pronoun "I" too much.

     

    • Day 1 — Your Best Friend
    • Day 2 — Your Crush
    • Day 3 — Your parents
    • Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)
    • Day 5 — Your dreams
    • Day 6 — A stranger
    • Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush
    • Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend
    • Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet
    • Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to
    • Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to
    • Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain
    • Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you
    • Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from
    • Day 15 — The person you miss the most
    • Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country
    • Day 17 — Someone from your childhood
    • Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be
    • Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad
    • Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest
    • Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression
    • Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to
    • Day 23 — The last person you kissed
    • Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory
    • Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times
    • Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to
    • Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day
    • Day 28 — Someone that changed your life
    • Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to
    • Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror

Friday, 17 June 2011

  • Remember

    An old song transports me to another time, another place in my mind.
    This girl is giddy and wild on the inside
    Colors more vivid and highs more high
     
    Then it was believable and real, felt so close, i can still feel it still
    Tingling on my skin, dancing in my heart
    Breath and life and possibility swelling inside
     
    I remember how that wild love flushed through my veins
    Consumed my joys and my pains
    I remember
     
    Now its different, good, but not wild or consuming
    I'm here and happy
    I'm happy but not consumed
     
    Calm and self possessed, slightly resigned
    Can one ever go back, return to that other time
    Or will i only ever just remember

Tuesday, 10 May 2011

  • Learing to swim

    I'm not always as patient as i should be. I tend to not finish things that i start if they aren’t going the way i planned.

     

    When i was in elementary school my older sister and I were put into baton class. Sister took to it like a fish to water. I'm a good swimmer but was a terrible baton-twirler-girl-whatever-they're-called. I tried hard. I watched the other girls for pointers on technique, focused really hard on what i was doing, but it just wouldn’t come to me.

    So, naturally, i quit.

    The following week was the competition for our age groups. I went along to the event with Sister, mostly because i was 7 and didn’t have much choice otherwise. As she was displaying her awesomeness for the world to fawn over I was in the balcony passing the time playing with my super-bouncy ball. Playing by myself always seemed to put me in a child-like Zen state when i was a ... child. The simplicity of my playtime was crashed when an older girl came sauntering through my play space twirling her shiny, rubber tipped, metal wand. She  asked if i was there to compete. Fist i barked a scoffing laugh her direction, then admitted in shame that i had given up on my batoning dreams just a week prior. The girl was kind enough to show me some of the ways that had helped her master the wrist flicking art and to my surprise i quickly picked up on the skill i had so easily dismissed as impossible. I could do this. I could be good at this i thought to myself. But then 86ed the idea because, truthfully, i thought the whole thing was dumb. I'd rather be climbing a tree with my bros than tossing a shiny stick around with a bunch of airheads.

    Yeah, i felt that way even as i kid. Don’t hate.

    What i should have taken from this little experience is that i won’t always pick up on things immediately. It might take a little patience and work. Instead i just continued avoiding the things didn’t come to me easily and stuck to the rest that i was better than most people at. Like climbing trees and catching frogs at the creek. The important things.

     

    I've never been very good at being "more than friends" with guys. When that parameter is breached they're no longer satisfied with building forts or playing soccer after school. They now want to hold your hand and kiss you and stuff. I wasn’t good at that stuff. I didn’t know what i was doing or how it would fit into my play time. How do you go from holding hands to ambushing Big Sister's sleep over? There is no segue for that.

     

    Through the middle/high school i kept things simple. My circle of friends always consisted of guys. But just friends. They didn’t treat me like a girl and i didn’t psychologically castrate
    them . It was a good balance.

    In my early 20s, Jesus School presented my with new challenges. There were rules limiting co-ed hang out time, and subsequently limiting access to my usual posse' of choice. I spent most of the first year alone. Girls were a pain. Eventually, a couple of them grew on me. The concept of "doing laundry" took on new meaning. Meaning i learned the joys of a good gossip session. I felt the change happening. I was turning into a girl. And it wasn’t all bad.

    Now that i was identified among the rest of my gender the fellas started treating me differently. Surprisingly enough i didn’t mind it, i just didn’t know how to handle this new kind of
    attention. I remember being told that i was a bit intimidating. I wasn’t trying to be though. But i was avoiding something i wasn’t good at; Being a girl that boys liked.


     

    In this new place that i have grown into, i am being intentional about wrestling down these issues i have long avoided. I've got this new guy that I’ve gone out with a few times, the Pseudo-Hippy. He likes me a good bit. I like him... in ways. I know i need to come clean with him but i don’t know how. I want the situation to resolve itself. But i know it won’t.

    I'm not good at these things. I want to quit.

    None of this is going the way i planned. There is nothing Zen about the way i am feeling.

     


    Where's that bouncy ball when I need it?

     

     

     

    -E

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