Monday, December 7, 2009

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Sunday, June 14, 2009

Falling, Things

Today the reality of the short time I have left in this house (and maybe Orlando) hit me. A friend and I switched dressers for the year when we moved out of our old apartment, she took my armoire and I took her dresser. Today her parents came and picked it up and dropped off mine. My room now feels slightly more open and all my clothes fit nicely in a small storage bin which makes me very happy.

I have a decorative shelving piece that stood next to the dresser and i moved it to the corner of the room this evening, I didn't bother taking anything off seeing as how i was literally moving it 3 feet but when i sat it down half of the books I had on the top shelf fell on my arm. In those few milliseconds I can remember feeling so defeated, kind of like my entire world was falling on me, hopeless maybe. This understandably is a little melodramatic but I had to write about it. Especially since I have come to believe that one of my roommates has been acting strange lately and might be annoyed with me, but we're not good enough friends for me to call her out on anything so instead I did all the dishes, took out the trash, put the can on the curb, and lit candles around the house so each room smells a different kind of pretty.

Yes, when I believe someone is unhappy with me or doesn't like me I do really nice things for them. I don't know why, I just feel the need to not be in conflict with anyone so I go to great lengths to fix things like this, but back to my melodrama. I felt like I had failed at my last attempt to control how she looked at me and how the world looked at me for that second after the books fell and while picking them back up, I don't know why but I'm glad I had that reaction. Not only did it give me something to write about but it left. The feeling didn't last. If I can recover from a hopelessness that lasted a millisecond from an incident that started and ended in a span of 3 seconds then I cant fear that a feeling like that will last for much longer than any other disappointment.

I'm scared, nervous, excited, anxious, and a slew of other feelings regarding my future but I've fully given my life over to the creator of life and joy so I know that he will fill my future with those things wherever he leads me. Anne Lamott quotes a woman from her church: "If you pray, don't worry, and if you worry, don't pray." I love it.

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Self.Love.

People love to read about themselves. They love to hear their own voices, see their faces on TV, no matter the reason, as insignificant as their notable contribution may be, people will put life on hold for those few shiny seconds to see their name, face, and story in lights.. metaphorically speaking. I know this because I am the worst of them. I often will look at my reflection in windows as I pass by, look for myself in pictures of a crowd I know I was in, and can remember being on local news when I was a kid because i made a bottle rocket or something that seemed quite important at the time.

I love to read but mostly because I love the sense of accomplishment I feel after finishing an entire book, rarely can I recant the book if its not fiction, unless I did an in-depth study of it. Why do I love myself so much? I am not the smartest, prettiest, kindest, or most unique person I know, I do have many redeeming qualities but nothing of any notable superiority to anyone else's. So how can I make sure this self-love doesn't evolve into self-obsession? So many powerful evils are birthed from great people who once they realize they're great consider themselves superior and all of what made them great seems to get lost in the things that make them ruthless.

Greed, conceit, pride, envy, all these evils grow without humility. Who keeps us in check? And how can I get over myself for one day to care about others more than myself?

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Urge

When I write I always imagine myself as the voice in the movies that gives a background story or the narrator. I like it. I've had this urge to write more. I don't know what it spawns out of. Maybe the lack of reading has caused me to want to make my own stories but I can't help wanting to put pen to paper (or fingers to keys) and write something brilliant. I've been thinking about what I would write too. Maybe a music blog, or a book about youth changing the world. I'll figure something out.

I've been stressing out about the internship again too. My mom has eased her wrath but I'm still in this period of waiting that makes me uneasy. honestly I would rather wait than know I didn't get it though. It's all up to him I guess, scratch that, It has to be all up to him or I would drive myself crazy. If I get it maybe I'll write about that!

I'm listening to Death Cab right now because I've had Joshua Radin on repeat for the past couple of weeks, he makes me want to be in love with another human being.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Honor

Oh we are spiritual beings. I may change my mind and plans a lot but I will never stop believing. How amazing is that? How out of character for me. So even in these times of emotional exhaustion the spirit within me is firm.

my mom will always be my mom. I will continue to learn from her and teach her. I will forever honor her, but I will not let her control me. Right now I am first responsible to God then to myself. But can I honor her and please her? Right now, probably not, but eventually, I will. My mom is hurting but I can't let that keep me here. I forgive her but will not cave in to her. my greatest desire other than for adventure is for her support in this new adventure that I'm about to begin. Our relationship hurts right now but love will mend these wounds. I can yell and argue and she can guilt and cry but in the end we will still be in pain. Only forgiveness can heal this. So what does honor look like right now? When everything I do is wrong and she just wants to ignore the whole situation and hope it'll go away. I've yet to figure out but in the mean time I'm going to forgive her.

Mother's Day was bittersweet this year. Maybe next year we'll both be thinking a little clearer.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

INFJ

I retake the myers-briggs personality test about twice a year and every time i get the same answer just at different extents. I'm an INFJ, an idealist counseler through and through, and if you read the description of it you would know much more about me than even good friends do. here are some exerpts that I believe are the most acurate:

"INFJs are deeply concerned about their relations with individuals as well as the state of humanity at large. They are, in fact, sometimes mistaken for extroverts because they appear so outgoing and are so genuinely interested in people -- a product of the Feeling function they most readily show to the world. On the contrary, INFJs are true introverts, who can only be emotionally intimate and fulfilled with a chosen few from among their long-term friends, family, or obvious "soul mates." While instinctively courting the personal and organizational demands continually made upon them by others, at intervals INFJs will suddenly withdraw into themselves, sometimes shutting out even their intimates. This apparent paradox is a necessary escape valve for them, providing both time to rebuild their depleted resources and a filter to prevent the emotional overload to which they are so susceptible as inherent "givers." As a pattern of behavior, it is perhaps the most confusing aspect of the enigmatic INFJ character to outsiders, and hence the most often misunderstood -- particularly by those who have little experience with this rare type. " http://typelogic.com/infj.html

"Counselors tend to work effectively in organizations. They value staff harmony and make every effort to help an organization run smoothly and pleasantly. They understand and use human systems creatively, and are good at consulting and cooperating with others. As employees or employers, Counselors are concerned with people's feelings and are able to act as a barometer of the feelings within the organization.

Blessed with vivid imaginations, Counselors are often seen as the most poetical of all the types, and in fact they use a lot of poetic imagery in their everyday language. Their great talent for language-both written and spoken-is usually directed toward communicating with people in a personalized way. Counselors are highly intuitive and can recognize another's emotions or intentions - good or evil - even before that person is aware of them. Counselors themselves can seldom tell how they came to read others' feelings so keenly. This extreme sensitivity to others could very well be the basis of the Counselor's remarkable ability to experience a whole array of psychic phenomena." http://www.keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&f=fourtemps&tab=3&c=counselor

Here's something you may not know but I found really interesting:

"Counselors are scarce, little more than one percent of the population, and can be hard to get to know, since they tend not to share their innermost thoughts or their powerful emotional reactions except with their loved ones. They are highly private people, with an unusually rich, complicated inner life. Friends or colleagues who have known them for years may find sides emerging which come as a surprise. Not that Counselors are flighty or scattered; they value their integrity a great deal, but they have mysterious, intricately woven personalities which sometimes puzzle even them." http://www.keirsey.com/handler.aspx?s=keirsey&f=fourtemps&tab=3&c=counselor

I could probably go on for days about specific examples in my life that correlate to these characterstics but just that you know that these are true is enough. I also just have to brag, INFJs are the rarest type and the most likely to be psychic. k? thanks.

Monday, April 13, 2009

oh god.

what am i thinking!???? sometimes i confuse myself. I feel so more grown up than i actually am that I want to be young again. I feel a need to embrace this.

Today I got a call from the Oregon College of Oriental Medicine. It was the admission director saying that she needed to push back my interview to talk with the dean of academics because I may be 27 credits short of making my minimum number of prerequisite credit hours. I was shocked at first, seeing as how I had talked to the dean prior and she said that I would be fine but what shocked me the most was that I was okay with the thought of staying in orlando. I've said from the beginning of all this that I feel like my heart is in Orlando but I don't want to live my life unexposed to everything else out there. I'm 19 years old and I'm on the fast track to accomplishing all my goals, and I just want to stop and catch my breath. I don't know if I can take it anymore. I just want to be a kid again, not living at home and going to youth group, but doing what I want and not worrying about the future, to just be 19 would be great.

So I looked at the course schedule for UCF (I am still registered as a student there, go figure!) and wrote out a schedule for myself that I could potentially take if by some reason I couldn't get into the school. but I don't think It'll be a problem, so why am I still feeling this way? Is this just cold feet? Is this Satan trying to distract me from what God has planned for me? 3 hours ago everything in my life was so clear, and right now I just don't know.

I would like to stay here another year, go back to ucf or take a year off. Then next June take off to Portland. I'll be 21, 2 of my best friends will be graduated and on to new places, another friend will moving there, I will have the opportunity to visit a couple more times and meet more people, maybe find a living situation before i get there, I'll get to spend more time with this amazing house church and my 3 best friends before we embark on the next chapters of our lives. Why rush?

All I can do is pray. It's all I have the strength to do right now.