Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Married Life

Being a newlywed, I often get asked the question, "How's married life?" And my answer is always the same, "Married life is going really well. Thanks for asking."

And it is. Going really well, that is. Of course, I could be saying that because we're still in the honeymoon phase, but even so, I couldn't ask for anything more from my first 2 months of marriage.

For instance, yesterday, we had the best day together. Lots of laying about and overindulging in holiday leftovers with a little hanky panky thrown in. Marital bliss!

Don't get me wrong. As the previous post indicates, we're not perfect. But generally speaking, I love spending time with my husband and I'm thankful that after all these years of dating long-distance, we finally can enjoy each other under the same roof.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

My Husband Masturbates In Bed And We Almost Didn't Get Married Because Of It

The most haphazardly written but most revealing post I've ever made.

Ok, this is the post I promised you some months ago. And now that life has settled down a bit, I can finally take the time to write it. But it will be one of those posts where I inhale deeply and spit out what I have to say very quickly so that my words don't carry over into the next breath. I'm not going to labor over this post like I normally do (which is a deterrent to writing for me). I'm just going to allow the words to fall off my fingers and see where it takes me. Here goes.

After a few months of living together, I decided to confront my then fiance about his night time masturbation habits. Not because I have something against masturbation (I actually find it quite hot) but because all the jostling of the bed was waking me up. Every. Single. Night. I was tired and cranky and I needed sleep.

What I initially thought was going to be a quick conversation ("Hey look, could you ease up on the wanking a bit so I can get some sleep?" "Aww, my bad. No problem.") turned into the biggest disagreement we've ever had because The Fiance ended up denying what seemed to me to be an obvious conclusion derived from the evidence.

Now, in The Fiance's defense, I had not actually seen him masturbating. I had only felt and heard things that sounded like masturbation -- the rhythmic moving of the bed, the moans, the grabbing of the headboard, the slick sound of semen being rubbed on Mr. Happy. These are all sounds with which I'm intimately familiar and, for me, they pointed to an undeniable conclusion. Except The Fiance denied that conclusion. Over and over again.

Honestly, I could care less about the masturbating itself. If you like to jack off on a daily basis then do it. What's the big deal? If you have a fetish for masturbating while your woman is laying asleep next to you, then just tell me and I'll indulge you from time-to-time. What I don't like is being lied to, repeatedly.

And it wasn't just the lying that got to me. What was also disconcerting was The Fiance seeing the emotional toll this was taking on me but still refusing to come clean. And even more disturbing was when our pre-marital counselor made me out to be a crazy woman who was reacting to the stress of wedding planning and being unemployed while The Fiance sat silently in his chair and watched. All of this made me wonder what kind of crazy, psychopath was I about to marry?

During a solo session with our premarital counselor, I was offered some sage advice: Don't base the totality of your fiance's integrity on what he does with his penis. There could be a million reasons why The Fiance masturbates and doesn't want to own up to it, and none of them have to mean that he's a pathological liar bent on destroying me.

And with that revelation, I peacefully walked down the aisle to marry my groom.

I must say that nothing has really changed. The Hubs still jostles the bed on occasion, though not as much as before, and he still denies that he's masturbating. Nothing that I've seen or heard from the other side of the bed has dissuaded me from my original conclusion. In fact, there have been some things to occur that have strengthened my opinion. So we're still living with the same set of circumstances but my perspective on them has changed, which makes for a happier marriage and a happier me.

Saturday, September 03, 2011

The Art Of Keeping It Real

One of my favorite bloggers to read is Stephanie Klein of Stephanie Klein's Greek Tragedy. She's one of those amazing writers who managed to turn their blogging into a book deal.

One of the things I love about Stephanie is that she's not afraid to keep it real. She puts all her laundry out there, clean and dirty. She doesn't hide the fact that she and her husband, Phil, have been struggling for quite some time, been to counseling, etc. And she frequently details those struggles on her blog (sometimes with her husband joining in) for God and everybody to see.

Maybe she does it because she is an attention-grabbing exhibitionist. I don't know. I like to think that she's performing a service for society by reminding us that maybe we'd all be a lot better off if we stopped pretending that life is a fairy tale, because it's not. Sometimes life sucks. Sometimes it sucks big huge donkey balls. And we're all just trying to find a way to deal.

I admire this about Stephanie. I admire that she's not afraid to shine a light on the complexities and sometimes the ugliness of marriage and relationships. Some of her readers, on the other hand, have a difficult time with her openness. They remind her that skeletons were meant to stay in the closet and that she shouldn't be discussing such things in a public forum.

I don't know why raw honesty makes people uncomfortable, but it does. Maybe it's because we spend so much time and effort covering up our own skeletons that whenever we see a femur sticking out we start to blush as if we were on a nude beach.

I've said all of this to say -- I have something to talk about. Something that is extremely personal and might make some of you blush or feel uncomfortable. I'm not bringing these things up because I'm narcissistic and need attention (even though I am and I do), but rather to break the cycle of hiding the imperfection that is my life. There's shame associated with hiding and honestly, I have nothing to be ashamed about. This is life. This is the stuff that many of us deal with and maybe if we talked about it more often, we'd find better ways to cope.

So, in the next few days (probably over multiple posts), with The Fiance's blessing, I will be sharing some things we have been struggling with lately. I will be revealing (and admitting) that despite my best efforts, my relationship is not perfect and I will explain how I'm maintaining my sanity through it all.

Stay tuned.

Tuesday, August 02, 2011

In Lieu of a Regular Post . . .

I am posting a link to a guest blog I wrote for my friend, Em. Check it out!

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Laid Off. Again.

OMG! Has it been almost two months since I last posted?

Wow. Sorry guys.

A lot has happened in the past two months, namely I got laid off from my job at the non-profit agency.

I was completely shocked, though I shouldn't have been. With the signing of the recent budget agreement, President Obama and Congress completely eliminated one of our the agency's programs, causing a $400,000 budget deficit. That funding shortfall had to be dealt with somehow. I just didn't think solving the agency's budget woes would involve eliminating my position.

And I didn't handle the whole getting-laid-off thing as professionally as I would have liked. I cried in the office of the CEO, who did her best to be compassionate, but she's done this enough times to know that being overly sympathetic doesn't make eliminating someone's livelihood any easier. I was given a tissue and then promptly sent on my way.

So here I am, at home, jobless and living with a man who uprooted his entire life to move across 3 states to be with me so that I wouldn't have to leave a job I enjoyed only to have me be laid off from said job 2 months later.

Can you say ironic?

Oh, and speaking of ironic, I was laid off one day after I did a photo shoot with a local newspaper for an article a friend of mine did on people who found work through volunteering. That previously scheduled photo shoot bought me one more day of employment, otherwise I would have been let go on a Monday instead of a Tuesday.

I have no idea what's going to happen now but I'm open to any and all possibilities.

I've been keeping myself busy by taking a cake decorating class at my local hobby store. After posting some pictures on Facebook, someone has already asked me to make a cake for their kid's birthday in September.

Again, I remain open to all the beautiful and wonderful possibilities life may hold.

Monday, May 16, 2011

The Wedding

In my last post, I mentioned my fears of total wedding disaster. Those fears were so gripping that whenever the thought of wedding planning even grazed my mind, anxiety would well up and I would immediately push those thoughts as far away from my consciousness as I could get them. That’s works pretty well when you’re 12 months out, but as the wedding date inches closer, denial starts to seem less and less like an effective coping strategy.

After spending the past couple of days giving space to all of the feelings I had surrounding the wedding, I actually began to feel courageous enough to tackle the details of my wedding ceremony in the same way that I attack every obstacle in my life – with obsessive compulsive planning.

On Sunday night, I was up till 1:00 am trying to come up with ways to personalize our wedding ceremony and I think I’ve found some good ideas. The one that I’m most excited about is a reading I found by Robert Fulghum (author of All I Really Need to Know I Learned In Kindergarten) called “Union”:

You have known each other from the first glance of acquaintance to this point of commitment. At some point, you decided to marry. From that moment of yes to this moment of yes, indeed, you have been making promises and agreements in an informal way. All those conversations that were held riding in a car or over a meal or during long walks - all those sentences that began with “When we’re married” and continued with “I will and you will and we will”- those late night talks that included “someday” and “somehow” and “maybe”- and all those promises that are unspoken matters of the heart. All these common things, and more, are the real process of a wedding. The symbolic vows that you are about to make are a way of saying to one another, “You know all those things we’ve promised and hoped and dreamed- well, I meant it all, every word.” Look at one another and remember this moment in time. Before this moment you have been many things to one another- acquaintance, friend, companion, lover, dancing partner, and even teacher, for you have learned much from one another in these last few years. Now you shall say a few words that take you across a threshold of life, and things will never quite be the same between you. For after these vows, you shall say to the world, this- is my husband, this- is my wife.

Isn’t that beautiful?

I’d like to find another reading to do as well. Something contemporary, funny and entertaining that speaks a spiritual truth without being preachy. I don’t know what that reading will be (maybe a passage from a book or a magazine article?) but I’m gonna keep looking until I find it.

Also, I think I’ve solved our music problem for the ceremony. My church is into Taize music and I’ve become a fan as well. I think this song (or one like it) would be perfect to have someone sing during communion.



In addition, I’ve decided that I want our families to come up and share communion with us and then offer up prayers of blessing. I’m also looking for a responsive reading that they can recite to offer their commitment to help us have a successful marriage. If The Fiancé and I are going to be together for a lifetime, then we need their love, support and wise counsel.

I have a ton more ideas but let me just leave you with this one: I found a version of Pachelbel ‘s Cannon in D that I’d love to use for the processional. It’s contemporary in feel but still has all the elements that make this such a great piece.


Sunday, May 15, 2011

The Power of the Pause

In Tara Brach's book, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha, she talks a lot about engaging in the "sacred pause" in order to become more aware (and thereby more accepting) of our feelings. Often, we try to ignore, stuff down, or run from our negative emotions and that can have an adverse effect our our psyche. Brach recommends taking a few minutes several times a day to look inward to see what it is we're feeling at that moment.

The Fiance has been in Wisconsin this week to serve as best man in his best friend's wedding and I've been a bundle of undecipherable emotions ever since he left town. Not surprisingly, I've also been an eating machine. Saturday, I decided to take Brach's suggestion and check in with myself every so often to try to untangle the ball of knotted yarn that is my emotions. Here's what I found:

Jealousy. I'm jealous that The Fiance is at a wedding that I really wanted to attend but couldn't because of my lack of vacation time and is having such a great time. Oh, I don't begrudge him his fun, but I wanted to have fun too.

Guilt. I've felt like I've been shirking by duties as a significant other this week. My fiance was participating in one of the most important days in the life of one of the most important people in his life and I wasn't there. Not only did that seem fundamentally wrong to me but it also felt like it was my fault.

Loneliness. The Fiance and I have only been living together for 3 weeks and already I'm attached to his presence. I tried to focus on enjoying the solitude (because who knows when I'll get another chance), but I found it hard not to wish that The Fiance was here with me.

Fears of Wedding Failure. Because I'm engaged to a man who adores me and wanted me to feel a part of the festivities even though I was hundreds of miles away, I got frequent wedding updates via cell phone. From what I could tell, the event had everything that makes a wedding great -- an actual budget, touching sentiment, a pretty bride, good food and lots of fun and laughter. My wedding has none of those things, except maybe the promise of good food. I fear that my wedding won't be nearly as enjoyable as the one The Fiance attended this weekend. How could it? I have a dress that I can't fit into; I have no idea who is doing the music for the ceremony or even what music we're doing. Those dilemmas make me feel like the wedding is going to be a total disaster. That may seem a bit irrational, but who said fear was rational?

With that huge complicated bundle of emotion rolling around inside of me, it's no wonder I used food to bring me comfort.

I must say the pause exercise has helped a lot. I haven't had a binge since Friday. None of my negative feelings have gone away or been resolved, but just acknowledging them and allowing them the space to exist has been extremely beneficial.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Acceptance

"The curious paradox is that when I accept myself just as I am, then I can change."
– famed psychologist, Carl Rogers

I laid there on the bed, stomach uncomfortably pressed into the mattress, trying to take stock of my emotions in hopes of discovering why I had chosen to sooth myself with food once again. After a few moments of looking inward, I found a general feeling of uneasiness but nothing on which I could put a label. Sometimes, my emotions are too much of a tangled mess to recognize and name with any degree of accuracy. What I did find was a moment (albeit fleeting) of clarity. Though I lacked the self-awareness to determine why I felt the urge to eat, I was aware enough to realize that eating wasn’t helping matters, wasn’t making the uneasy feelings seem easier. So I stopped. For the time being.

I’ve been reading Tara Brach’s book, Radical Acceptance: Embracing Your Life with the Heart of a Buddha. I’m convinced that the road to a better relationship with food is paved with self-acceptance. Even my dreams tell me as much. But the more I read and the more I listen to Tara’s podcasts, the more I realize what a painstakingly slow journey this is going to be. I’d be okay with the snail’s pace if I didn’t have an overwhelming sense of urgency created by the fact that I’m a diabetic whose life depends on me getting my shit together quickly and intensified by my inability to do so. But even that situation, according to what I’ve been reading, demands my acceptance.

This acceptance thing is a lot harder than it sounds, which explains why it’s taking so damn long. My fear is that I’ll learn to accept myself and my life as it is just in time to die a horrible death brought on by years of abusing my body with food, a scenario which seems very unacceptable to me.

That last sentence really sums up where I am on this journey to healing. In my head, I understand self-acceptance and its importance to my recovery, but it’s been difficult to get my psyche to fully embrace itself and it may be difficult for some time to come. I suppose I should accept that too.




Sunday, April 24, 2011

Observations After One Week Of Living In Sin

The Fiance and I have been shacking up for about a week now. Here's what I've learned so far:

Planner types need to be more flexible. On the day The Fiance moved to be with me, I had everything planned out on my end. The Fiance and his best friend would arrive about 8pm, we would sit down to a yummy (and expensive) dinner purchased from a local BBQ restaurant, unload the moving truck and be in bed by midnight. Well, the guys ended up leaving 5 hours later than intended, throwing everything into disarray. As a result, I had a big knot in my stomach for hours. All because life had thrown a wrench into my well-organized plans. Clearly, a bottle of chill pills should be kept on my person at all times.

I could never be Laura Ingalls. The Windy City must have really missed The Fiance's presence because on his second night here, Chicago's winds blew into my home city looking for its newly escaped resident, toppling trees and power lines in its furry. We lost electricity for about 36 hours. Never before in my life have I felt so out of sorts (not to mention bored) as I did for those hours I didn't have Internet and cable. Mad props to the Ingalls family.

The Fiance farts. A lot. I inadvertently rearranged the covers this morning after one of his silent but deadly expulsions of gas, and my eyes started to burn and water and the little hairs inside my nose fell out.

The Fiance and I are infected with different strains of slovenliness. I tend to have an organized mess, with various piles of neatly stacked stuff that can sit around for weeks. The Fiance just throws his shit anywhere and everywhere. Since we're both slobs, I feel I should be more accepting of his mess, but honestly, I prefer my form of messiness to his.

The Battle of Aesthetics vs. Practicality rages on. When The Fiance suggested putting an easy chair DIRECTLY in front of the television, I shot his idea down like a scud missile. I have no problem with easy chairs per se, as long as their decoratively arranged, not shoved in front of the TV as if my living room were in a frat house.

I never have to say goodbye. In spite of The Fiance and I's differences, I am absolutely ecstatic that he is here. For good. He's been here a week already and we haven't said goodbye yet. I haven't had to take him to the bus station or the airport. And as long as I don't ride him too hard about leaving his underwear in the middle of the floor, I'll never have to again. That's a nice feeling.

Saturday, April 02, 2011

The End of the Long-Distance Relationship Era

This past Tuesday, The Fiance had a job interview here in my home city at one of only two companies in this area that does what he does. And . . . well, I'll let him tell you in his own words, which were ripped shamelessly from the pages of his blog:

It's not an April Fool's joke--I got the job!! I will give two weeks notice at [current employer] when I get there on Monday, and I've already hired "Jacob" to help me move in a couple of weeks. I was thrilled earlier when I heard the voice mail telling me that I got the position, especially since it ended a long week from traveling for the interview to coming back and hurting my back to working the last couple of days with the hurt back hoping and wishing that I'd get hired. But when I called my fiancee and informed her, her excited inhale and high-pitched "Really?" kinda broke me emotionally. It's been a long, long journey from our first few dates to this point. We knew that one of us was going to have to uproot his or her life and make a big move in order for our relationship to work. But I have no doubt, as I sit here now, that I'm making the right move for the right person.


Isn't he sweeet! I think I'll keep him.

So we have reached the end of an era. And the beginning of a new one. It all feels so surreal and almost too good to be true. After 5 long years, The Fiance and I are finally merging our lives together. Somebody pinch me. Surely, I must still be dreaming.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Nagging

The Fiance and I were talking about finances when I asked him to call the company that handles his debt management plan to see if he could work out a deal where his repayment agreement would not be declared in default if he were to move to my home state after our impending nuptials sans job. It was probably the third request I'd made in as many weeks and The Fiance expressed some resistance before grudgingly agreeing to make the call.

"You know," I said, "if we were married and living together, I would just go ahead and call myself because I know dealing with finances is not your favorite thing to do. But I can't do this for you. You're going to have to make the call on your own."

"Okay! I said I'd call!" The Fiance said in a tone that implied I was nagging him.

We were both irritated at this point so we abruptly ended our phone conversation and I went to bed.

I found the whole exchange disturbing. I laid in bed for a good half-hour staring at the ceiling and imagining myself spending the next 25 years having to constantly prod The Fiance to get him to do things that are higher on my priority list than his. The prospect didn't sit well with me. After all, I want to be a wife, not a mother.

Those disturbing feelings stayed with me until morning and once I got to work, I searched Google for articles on how NOT to become a nagging wife. I didn't find any articles that fit the bill, but I did come across one that really seemed to resonate with me and that was enough.

In How I Became a "Nag", Pamela Kruger talks about how her marriage used to be egalitarian in nature with both parties sharing household responsibilities without much discussion on the matter. If something needed to be done around the house, then one of them did it. End of story.

Once they had children, things started to change. The number of things that now needed to be done increased dramatically.

Kruger writes:

Winging it was no longer an option. One person had to do the mental work of running the household, and since I was working from home, that fell to me. Without debate or even discussion, I became the memory bank for our family, the person in charge of details, big and small.

I'd notice when the car needed an oil change, the dishwasher had to be emptied, the kids needed school supplies, new clothes, hair cuts, or doctors' appointments, the piano teacher had to be paid, birthday gifts had to be bought...and the mind-numbing list goes on and on. As my husband's work became more demanding, he seemed to notice less and less, and I became become more frustrated and resentful. If I complained and pestered him enough, he'd finally get around to doing some of these things, but often I'd just do the chores myself. At least that's how it has seemed to me.


Because I'm the planner and organizer in The Fiance and I's relationship, I can totally see me falling into this trap -- nag, nag, and nag some more, then do it myself. Wash, rinse, repeat.

And this nagging game we play, it seems to have very gender specific roles. More often than not, women are the naggers and men are the naggees. When Kruger poled her friends, they had this to say on why women tend to be nags:

Men drive them to it. "Men don't know how to multitask. They forget everything unless they're reminded," said one friend. "Men want to turn us into these mommies who take care of everything, people we desperately don't want to be," said another.


Her sister also made a valid point:

My sister objects to the word "nag," saying it's an unfair term invented by men to turn the blame on us. "We're called ‘nags' when we ask a man to do something, and he doesn't do it (either because he doesn't feel like it at that moment or he doesn't think it's important). So we're put in the position of having to ask again and again. By calling us nags, it relieves them of the responsibility of doing something they don't want to do. It makes us the bad guy!"


But what is it about the male-female relationship dynamic that causes this nagging scenario to play out over and over again? In the article, the author, quoting Georgetown linguistics professor Deborah Tannen, offers a theory:

"That women have been labeled "nags" may result from the interplay of men's and women's styles, whereby many women are inclined to do what is asked of them and many men are inclined to resist even the slightest hint that anyone, especially a woman, is telling them what to do.....a man who wants to avoid feeling that he is following orders may instinctively wait before doing what she asked, in order to imagine that he is doing it of his own free will. Nagging is the result, because each time she repeats the request, he again puts off fulfilling it."


I suspect that this is at least partly true. But it may not tell the whole story. A women's studies professor friend of the Kruger's offers another opinion:

. . . [the professor] thinks nagging may be prevalent these days not because of gender but because of our demanding, overscheduled lives. "We're stressed out and don't have enough time, and so one person becomes the organizer," she says. "And the other person may simply not care as much about those details, so that's when the nagging happens." Also, she says because there isn't the clear division of labor between couples anymore, that may lead to resentment too, as one person is saddled with more domestic responsibilities.


I have a feeling that the person who is going to end up saddled with more domestic responsibilities is me and I find that bothersome. Not because I'm not well-suited or capable of handling the household, but because doing so somehow, in my mind, equates to me being the mom. And the woman who was essentially raised without a father bristles at the idea of being the one who takes care of everything, because she desires desperately for someone to take care of her. Kruger hits the nail on the head when she writes:

Still, I keep thinking of what my friend said about husbands wanting us to be mothers, and I realize that it may also be true that I am trying to make my husband my father - someone who will take care of me, so I don't have to worry.

Though it helps to have a better understanding of why women and men behave in their relationships the way that they do, I still have no answers on how to stop the vicious nagging cycle. But for now, I'm okay with just the deeper understanding. Hopefully, in time, The Fiance and I will find a better method of resolving these issues.

Monday, March 14, 2011

On Confidence In The Bedroom

We were trying to decide on a sexy bet for our annual March Madness challenge when the conversation transitioned into our sexual likes and dislikes. The Fiance revealed that he likes a confident woman in the bedroom, someone who knows what she wants sexually and is not afraid to go after it, someone who is self-assured enough to take the initiative.

Honey, you're a lot of things," he added, "but I don't think anyone can say that you're confident in the bedroom."

Though it stung to hear him say it, I silently agreed with The Fiance. As I've documented on my blog,I've always battled with feeling good about myself so it would stand to reason that those confidence struggles would find their way into my sex life as well. So though I wanted to take issue with The Fiance's conclusion, I didn't put up much of a fight. Deep down, that part of me that relentlessly says that I'm not good enough, caused me to grudgingly agree with The Fiance's assessment.

Until, that is, I remembered that the last 3 times The Fiance and I have been intimate it was because I took the initiative.

The oldest incident was in December. I don't remember the exact details of how we ended up getting busy but I distinctly remember saying to myself "Okay, now it's his turn to initiate," only he didn't and I left Chicago with us both not feeling as satisfied as we could have been.

The middle incident happened at my place and was a surprise for both of us. As I've mentioned before, I no longer live alone, which makes it virtually impossible to get freaky without either the roommate or the cats knowing what's going on, so while The Fiance was in the shower, I made the decision to pounce on him as soon as he stepped out. I figured a few doors between us and the rest of the household would afford us a little more privacy.

The most recent incident was on the last morning of the same visit by The Fiance. My alarm had just gone off and we were laying in bed waiting for the grogginess to lift. In another surprise move, I reached for the "Emotion Lotion" on my nightstand and gave The Fiance an "old fashioned" for the road.

I think the evidence shows that I am clearly a woman who is not afraid to take the initiative. I may not be the most confident woman on the planet but I am not so racked with insecurity that I don't know how to go after what I want in the bedroom.

I think the problem between The Fiance and I may be an issue of style, culture or both.

When my beloved thinks of confidence in the bedroom, I think he thinks of someone like Samantha from Sex and the City. In reality, I'm more of a student of the Southern Belle School of Initiative where we're taught to be forward but to do it in a way that makes the other person think it was their idea. Both approaches, in my opinion, come from a place of confidence.

So, in conclusion – I am woman; hear me roar, dammit. Just because I'm more inclined to gently lead a man into the bedroom than to throw him on the ground and rip his clothes off doesn't necessarily make me less self-assured. It just makes me different.

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Bankruptcy: The Gateway to Happiness

Guess what?

After years of juggling bills and robbing Peter to pay Paul, I'm finally breaking down and filing for bankruptcy, chapter 7.

Wanna know what else?

I couldn't be happier.

For a long time now, my expenses have outweighed my income and the big elephant taking up most of the room on the expense side of the scales is my credit card payments.

I called my credit card company this week to try and negotiate a lower interest rate in hopes of reducing my monthly payments. Despite having an impeccable payment history with this company for 23 years and paying them over 3 times my credit card limit in actual dollars, they said no and recommended I call a credit counseling agency. I was directed to the National Foundation of Credit Counseling website, where I found a credit counseling agency in my area. I filled out an application and made an appointment for this past Friday.

On Wednesday, at the urging of my roommate, I met with a bankruptcy attorney. I was sold on a lot of things during that meeting. I was sold on the fact that my budget was woefully inadequate and failed to take into consideration my most basic needs. I was also sold on the idea of paying cash for cars and using the money I would have paid in interest and putting it in an IRA. What I wasn't quite sold on was the attorney's belief that I'm a perfect candidate for Chapter 7. I mean, I wanted to believe him, but I worried that he was telling me to do what would be easiest and most profitable for him.

I had even less faith in the ability of the credit counselor to give me impartial advice. Credit counselors are in business to make money and the way they make money is by charging a fee each month you make a payment in one of their debt management plans. So it would be in their best interests to see to it that you enroll in their debt management plan regardless of whether you can afford it or not. At least that was my impression when I made my appointment with the credit counseling agency.

When I walked into the credit counselor's office, I tried to make sure my cynicism didn't show too much in my facial expressions. I listened intently as he explained how their program works. I tried not to roll my eyes when he showed me what my monthly payment would be, which was not all that different from what I was currently paying. He acknowledged this and said, "For this reason, I recommend you for a 'Fresh Start'".

At this point, I'm thinking, What the hell is this "Fresh Start" program he's talking about? I don't remember reading about that on the website.

After spending several minutes preaching to me about the wonders of a "Fresh Start", the counselor wrapped up his sermon with this tidbit of information: "And by 'Fresh Start', I mean Chapter 7 bankruptcy. Have you ever thought about filing for Chapter 7?"

I could have kissed him, planting wet, sloppy smooches all over his face. Why? Because he made the decision-making process SO much easier than I thought it was going to be. I was expecting to have to wade through a bunch of b.s. from all parties (the bankruptcy attorney and the credit counselor) to try to determine the best course of action but wading was unnecessary. Everybody was in agreement that I have fucked up my finances so royally that bankruptcy is now the most prudent option for me. I found that strangely comforting.

I have been receiving some minor pushback for my decision though. There's still a stigma associated with bankruptcy that some people find hard to shake. For instance, The Fiance announced that filing bankruptcy was fine for me but he was going to "take responsibility" for his mistakes and stick with his debt management plan. As if paying 3 times what you owe amounts to not taking responsibility.

In spite of negative perceptions, I'm keeping my head held high. Don't get me wrong. I know that bankruptcy is a serious issue with serious consequences to your credit rating. But after weighing the cons of a trashed credit score against the pros of increased peace of mind and happiness, I've decided bankruptcy is still the way to go.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Day 28 -- 30 Days of Truth

What if you were pregnant or got someone pregnant, what would you do?

I am a 44 year-old woman with diabetes. Honestly, I have no business getting pregnant.

But if I were to get pregnant, then I'd have to consult with my doctor and The Fiance to determine what the plan of action might be.

I would not rule out abortion.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Day 27 -- 30 Days of Truth

What's the best thing going for you right now.

My faith. It keeps be grounded and assures me that no matter what comes my way, I'll be okay.

And I needed that assurance today as I balanced my checkbook and discovered that I have more expenses than money to cover them. But somehow, someway, I know that I'm gonna make it. Even if, one day, I have to sleep in my car, I know that I'll live to tell the story.

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Day 26 -- 30 Days of Truth

Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why?

I'm assuming by "giving up on life" they mean suicide. And no, I've never seriously thought of committing suicide because . . . well, I might actually die.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Day 25 -- 30 Days of Truth

The reason you believe you are still alive today

How the hell am I supposed to know the answer to that question? Does anybody know the answer to this? I mean, really know?

And if we could know, I doubt that we'd be impressed by the answer. I suspect that the vast majority of us are not here for some grandiose purpose, but rather to quietly have influence on those around us.

So that's it. That's why I'm still alive: to positively affect the lives of others, to make them feel better off in some small way for having known me.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Day 24 -- 30 Days of Truth

Make a playlist to someone, and explain why you chose all the songs

A few years ago, back when The Fiance was still The Boyfriend, I made a special tape for him to listen to when he missed me. The long-distance relationship book I was reading at the time, called such things a "fuzzy pole", something that brings comfort when what you really want isn't around.

I wrote the songs down for him but never really explained why I chose each one. Until now. (Song titles are linked to videos.)

Cross My Mind by Jill Scott: Overall, this song does not apply to The Fiance and me. The singer is reminiscing about an old love. But it's incredibly sexy and there's one particularly naughty verse that most definitely applies to us. *smiles knowingly*

Not Like Crazy by Jill Scott: Sometimes I'm amazed at The Fiance and my's relationship, so full of love and togetherness (in spite of having occasional disagreements) and connection. It's crazy. But not like we belong in an asylum, as the song says. More astonishment followed by a strong sense of gratitude.

Nothing by Jill Scott: Did I mention that I'm a HUUGE Jill Scott fan? The Fiance laughed at how much Jill Scott there was on his Fuzzy Pole tape. I can't help it. The woman's work just resonates with me. If you listen to this song, you'll see it's pretty self explanatory. It's a letter in itself.

He Loves Me by Jill Scott: Okay this is the last Jill Scott song. I promise! There are times that I can't believe that I've found someone to spend the rest of my life with, especially considering how many years I spent single and dateless. It's a miracle that I often revel in and this song is an expression of that. Too bad Jill Scott's relationship with Lyzel didn't last!

Nothing Can Come Between Us by Sade: When The Fiance and I first started dating, there were quite a few vocal people against us because of our religious differences. In the end though, nothing can come between us.

Can't Let Go by Anthony Hamilton: In the beginning of our relationship, I had to make some hard choices about whether The Fiance and I were going to remain a couple. Those religious voices were ringing loud in my ears. I eventually decided that I can't let go. I had no idea where we were headed, but I had every intention of finding out, regardless of what anyone else thought.

Where Would I Be by Kindred The Family Soul: I often wonder where I might be now if five years ago, I had politely rebuffed The Fiance's gentle advances instead of encouraging them, if I had not made a conscious decision to react to his interest in a way different from the ways I had reacted to previous suitors.

Ready for Love by India.Aire: I've talked about this song on my blog before. It explains my state of mind just before The Fiance and I met in the blogosphere.

I Love You by Sarah McLachlan: In addition to a Jill Scott fan, I'm also a Sarah McLaughlin fan. I seem to have a thing for female artists too. Don't know what's up with that. Anywho, I think this captures my initial hesitance to tell The Fiance that I loved him. He had to literally pry it out of me. It's not that I didn't feel it, but saying it seemed to progress the relationship faster than my predetermined timetable would allow. Silly girl.

Head Over Feet by Alanis Morrissette: I obviously must be head over heels in love with The Fiance if I'm sending him all these mushy love songs. It's getting so syrupy sweet in here even I feel like hurling.

Fallen by Lauren Wood: My favorite song from The Pretty Woman Soundtrack. It also describes me doing what I was so hesitant to do so early in our courtship.

Twenty Foreplay by Janet Jackson: This song is the mantra of my relationship. If you treat me right outside the bedroom, there's practically no limit to what I'll do for you in the bedroom. Just keeping it real.

Day 23 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you wish you had done in your life

I wish I had won the lottery.

Oh, how my life would be different.

I'd have the wedding of my dreams. Nothing too extravagant though. There's better uses of one's money than throwing a lavish wedding.

I'd probably move to Chicago, rather than have The Fiance move where I am, so that he can go to the broadcasting school of his dreams.

I'd start a foundation to give a portion of my money away to causes that are dear to my heart -- gay rights, urban youth, education and poverty. I'd also give to my church to help further the good work that they do.

I might even take some classes to improve my writing skills, with a few cooking courses thrown in for good measure.

Sigh. It's nice to dream, isn't it? But unfortunately we don't live in our dreams, but in our present reality, a reality full of hindrances to fulfilling one's passions.

I know that it won't always be like this. I'll eventually get to do most of the things I desire. It's just it would have all happened a lot sooner if I had just won the lottery.

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Day 22 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you wish you hadn't done in your life

Life is full of regrets, isn't it? I know I certainly have regrets of my own, massive credit card debt being the main one.

However, If I had to do it all over again I'd do some things differently, but I don't know if I'd do them perfectly. There's just too much value to be had in making mistakes. I don't know if you can say you've truly lived if you hadn't done something you shouldn't have. Wisdom is birthed through falling on our faces and learning to pick ourselves up again. I wouldn't ever want to deprive myself of that experience.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Day 21 -- 30 Days of Truth

(scenario) Your best friend is in a car accident and you two got into a fight an hour before. What do you do.

Go to the hospital.

Assuming that she's conscious and I was in the wrong, I would apologize. Otherwise, I would go to the hospital and simply be a good friend, whatever that means at that moment.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Day 20 -- 30 Day of Truth

Your views on drugs and alcohol

Drugs

If by drugs you mean the suggested dose of ibuprofen and sudafed, I'm all for it! If you mean the illegal stuff, not so much. I'm an obsessive compulsive person my nature. The last thing I need is another addiction.

Alcohol

If by alcohol you mean an occasional glass of wine or a margarita with the girls, I'm all for it! Drinking the stuff to drown my sorrows? Not so much. In case I haven't mentioned it before, I'm an obsessive compulsive person by nature. I need an addiction to alcohol like I need a hole in the head.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Day 19 -- 30 Days of Truth

What do you think of religion?

Like my views on gay marriage, my views on religion have changed dramatically over the past few years.

I used to be one of those hardcore, fundamentalist, if-God-said-it-I-believe-it sort of Christians. Now I'm a little more relaxed in my beliefs, to say the least.

I no longer believe the Bible is the inerrant word of God. I think the Bible is a beautiful but imperfect attempt by two ancient peoples to describe their experience with the Divine. I believe there's much to be gained from approaching the Bible metaphorically instead of literally all the time.

I don't think the earth was created in 7 days or that Jonah was swallowed by a whale or that Noah stored two of every living creature in an ark. I doubt very seriously that Christians will be the only people in heaven. And I don't think God hates fags.

Despite the above statements, I'm not as certain about my theology as I used to be. I hold my beliefs in an open palm, realizing that none of us can be 100% certain about anything concerning the Divine.

Despite all of my doubts and uncertainties, I'm more at peace spiritually than I've ever been. The whole God thing is a lot easier to swallow now that I've let go of a theology that stopped making sense a long time ago.

Day 18 -- 30 Days of Truth

Your views on gay marriage

Monday, on MLK Day, my friend, Kissyface, posted a video of The Beattles song Blackbird to my facebook page and left this comment:

God Bless the Good Reverend Doctor, Martin Luther King, Jr.! As you probably know, McCartney wrote this shortly after Little Rock. As a child I was told it was about the struggle of black people, and obviously the tune is so powerful and beautiful in its simplicity, so naturally I was greatly affected by it. I posted it to my wall a bit ago, but also wanted to put it here in gratitude to you for recognizing, promoting, and extending the understanding that all people deserve civil rights, specifically gay people. I've said before that my father, the excommunicated Mormon Republican, a poor boy from Utah, practiced pro bono civil rights law in Mississippi in the mid-60s, when it was not safe to do so. His broken wing was his sexuality, and he never forgave himself for it. I'm sure it was what did him in, and had the world been gentler on his generation, he'd be fighting the good fight now.


The promoting she's referring to is my propensity for advocating for gay rights on my facebook page. I'm always posting links to articles on gay issues and pleading the case for their fair treatment. I don't do it to be inherently controversial. I do it because I want to be a bridge between the LGBT community and those religious conservatives (a category to which many of my facebook friends belong) who still think homosexuality is a sin. I do it for people like Kissyface's dad.

I have no interest in changing anyone's theological viewpoint on the issue of homosexuality but what I would like to be a part of is changing the way theological conservatives view and treat gays and lesbians. I believe that it's possible to hold on to a belief that homosexuality is a sin (though I gave the viewpoint up myself years ago) and still allow gays and lesbians full civil rights. In my mind, there's no contradiction. You just simply love your neighbor as yourself.

So my views on gay marriage? I'm for it. I wish we all were.

Note: I am posting this via email from work. When I get home, I'll add links, formatting and whatnot, as well as do another 30 Days of Truth post.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Because Life Isn't Always About Blogging and 30 Days of Truth

According to the 30 Days of Truth challenge, today I was supposed to write about gay marriage. Only I'm not because work was busy, then I had Zumba class, then dinner and now, I'm listening to my local city school board meeting because we have a pretty serious issue occurring where I live and I want to be an informed citizen. Adding to all of that, I have a phone date with The Fiance at 9 p.m.

So, 30 Days of Truth will have to wait. I promise to write a thoughtful post on the subject of gay marriage tomorrow.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Day 17 -- 30 Days of Truth

A book you've read that changed your views on something

I can't think of a single book that I can credit for having changed my view on a particular issue. Usually by the time I've read a book, my views have already started to change.

For instance, by the time I read Karen Armstrong's The Bible: A Biography, I had already begun to suspect that the bible was a creation of man, not God. The book just affirmed those views. And when I read John Shelby Spong's Living in Sin: A Bishop Rethinks Human Sexuality, my opinions on homosexuality and premarital sex had long since done a 180.

I will say that when I read Sue Monk Kidd's The Dance of the Dissident Daughter the research she submitted opened my mind to the effect of patriarchy on religion. But I don't know if that counts as a change in viewpoint.

Okay, maybe the closest I can think of is Brian McLaren's The Last Word and the Word After That. His fictional book has made me question (very strongly, I might add) the existence of hell. I was so moved by his research and biblical exegesis that I tried to convince my mother to reject what she's been taught her whole life regarding eternal damnation. She wasn't having it. But I think that's as good an example as any of a book having a profound effect on my views.

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P.S. Yes, I read a lot of books on religion. Two that are currently in my reading cue are Daniel Helminiak's What the Bible Really Says About Homosexuality (as if I needed additional convincing) and Bart Ehrman's Jesus, Interrupted: Revealing the Hidden Contradictions in the Bible (and Why We Don't Know About Them).

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Day 16 -- 30 Days of Truth

Someone or something you definitely could live without

Pickled beets.

Blech.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Day 15 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something or someone you couldn't live without, because you've tired living without it

As a diabetic, carbohydrates are supposed to be my enemy. But they're also my body's main source of energy. It doesn't help that some of my favorite foods are high in carbs: cereal, bread, pasta, and any dessert that was ever created.

When I was first diagnosed with diabetes, I tried cutting waaay back on my carbs. My blood sugar dropped and I lost a lot of weight but I was very unhappy with the food I was eating. Now, I take a more balanced approach. I eat carbohydrates but I try to do so in moderation. And I make it a point to eat 100% whole grain carbs at least 90% of the time. If I can't find a favorite food item in a whole grain variety, then I make my own. It's fun converting many of my favorite white-flour recipes into whole grain dishes. Many times, I can do it without anyone noticing the difference.

These changes may not be the absolute best for my blood sugar, but they help me to stay committed to a healthy eating plan for the long haul.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Day 14 -- 30 Days of Truth

A hero that has let you down (letter)

Dear Biological Father,

You weren't in my life long enough for me to remember you, let alone to idolize you, but you disappointed me just the same.

I understand that when you came to this country to get your degree in accounting, knocking up your girlfriend (my mom) and then marrying her and raising a child was not in your plans. I get that. I imagine that you would have preferred to have graduated college and then return to Jamaica to start a career and THEN a family. I get that too.

But that's not the way it happened.

To your credit, you did try to do the right thing and marry my mom and be the husband and father we deserved. But you were miserable and homesick. You tried to convince my mom to move back to Jamaica and you almost had her . . . until she changed her mind. So you both went your separate ways -- you back to Jamaica and she back to Arkansas. I'm not mad at you for that. That's just two young people trying to figure out life and stumbling along the way. That's okay. That's forgivable.

What's not forgivable is your losing contact with your first born. There's simply no excuse for it. I'm your flesh and blood for goodness sakes.

Okay, I can make excuses for your youth. When you're young and stupid, sometimes you make choices that, in retrospect, were not the best for all parties. But then you get older, more mature and you try to make amends. Only, I don't think you've gone through such a process. Forty-four years later, and I've yet to hear from you. Ever.

I'm not that hard to find, you know. I still bear your last name and probably will until I die. And I haven't moved very far from where I was born. And our public records here in this country are very public. A few clicks of the mouse and here I am.

That is, if you're still looking to be a hero.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Day 13 -- 30 Days of Truth

A band or artist that has gotten you through some tough ass days (write a letter)

Okay, I'm fudging here. I'm not writing a letter because . . . well, I don't wanna. I'd rather tell you about the songs that encourage me and why. I actually burned these songs to a CD years ago so I could listen to them in succession whenever I needed a lift. I call it my Self-Actualization CD. I even forced The Fiance to listen to it on a road trip we took to visit my mom this Summer and he didn't break off the engagement or anything.

The songs listed in order on my Self-Actualization CD are as follows (titles are hyperlinked to videos):

Alanis Morrissette -- You Learn: This song encourages me to take risks and to not fear failure quite so much.

Alanis Morrissette -- That I Would Be Good: This song reminds me to embrace my whole self, the good and the not so good.

Chumbawamba -- I Get Knocked Down: As I told The Fiance on that road trip, this song says "Fuck you!" and sometimes that's just as healthy for the psyche as any self-talk mantra you can find.

Tom Petty -- Refugee: When life gets shitty, Tom Petty is there to remind me to not wallow in my self-pity. Everybody's got to fight to be free.

Tom Petty -- I Won't Back Down: Who knew Tom Petty could be such an encourager? When I need a little bravery, I listen to this song.

Wilson Phillips -- Hold On: Don't laugh! When you're at the end of your rope, Wilson Phillips will make you want to hold on for one more day. Really, they will!

Erykah Badu -- Bag Lady: You probably don't know this about me, but I am a BIG neo soul fan and one of my favorite artists is Erykah Badu. This song is deep. It's about failing to deal with your issues and carrying them around like a bag lady and allowing them to wreck your relationships. Erykah implores the listener to "pack light". Word.

India.Arie -- Video: India.Arie is another one of my favorite neo soul artists. This song inspires me to be more at peace with my appearance.

Mystikal -- Bouncin' Back: Back in the day, rap songs had a social conscience and were uplifting. Now gangsta' rap with its obsession with drugs, guns and violence is the norm. So when I hear a song that talks about overcoming adversity, I sit up and take notice.

It's My Birthday, And I'll Cry If I Want To

Today's my birthday.

It should be a happy occasion, right? And for the most part it is. I've received many sincere and heartfelt birthday wishes on Facebook. The Fiance sent be me a birthday card so perfect that I swear he commissioned Hallmark to create one just for me. And I got a nice plant and card from my coworkers.

But there's something missing. And that something is what made me cry this morning as I was brushing my teeth,

This is the second birthday in a row where I have been overcome with loneliness, in spite of the obvious plethora of people who care about me enough to wish me well. So why am I so down? Well, because my day will go something like this - wake up, get ready for work, work an 8-our day, come home, eat dinner, go to sleep. That's what I'll do today. On my birthday. That's what I've done for just about every birthday for the past few years. No special activities. No celebrations. Just a day like every other day.

How did I get here? This is what I think happened: I've mentioned before on this site that I am a different sort of person spiritually than I used to be. Not only has my theology changed dramatically, but I changed churches as well. That move was one of the best things that I've ever done but it was not without its negative consequences. I may have given up an oppressive brand of religion but I also lost a group of friends who not only cared about me deeply but who hung out with me on practically a weekly basis. I'll be the first to admit that I have no shortage of people who love me; but when I switched churches, I lost my running buddies -- the folks who made sure that when it was my birthday that there would be some sort of celebration to be had.

I haven't made those sorts of friendships at my new church despite having been there for 3 years now. Being an introvert by nature hasn't lent itself well to creating the sorts of relationships I crave this time of year. I think I've been sort of waiting for other people to take the initiative and bring the wallflower into the fold. Clearly, this is the wrong approach. If I want the sort of friendships at my new church that I enjoyed at my old church, then I am going to have to take the initiative. Invite some people over. Invite them out to dinner. Hell, plan my own damn birthday party.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Day 12 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you never get compliments on

It's late.

I'm tired.

I'm also pissed off that I just accidently deleted part of my post so here's the condensed version of what I was going to write:

Handwriting -- bad.
Compliments -- never.
The Fiance -- banned me from addressing our wedding invitations by hand.
Coworkers who ask me what their phone message says after I've spent 5 minutes writing slowly in an attempt to make it legible -- fuck you.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Day 11 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something people seem to compliment you the most on

My smile.

Which is really odd because I have a very imperfect set of teeth. In additon to inheriting my mother's gap, the top front four teeth are set at an angle and the bottom ones are all askew because I have within my mouth the world's oldest baby tooth. When it refused to fall out, the others just grew around it.

Since it can't be the pristine nature of my pearly whites that people are drawn to, it must be the spirit behind the smile that catches people's attention. And boy, does my smile capture attention. I receive compliments so often that when someone asks, "Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful smile?" I can't even pretend like I'm modest and say "Why no, you're the first!" Instead I simply say, "Thank you very much. And yes, I get that a lot."

As insecure as I am about looks, I actually prefer to be complimented on my smile as opposed to my physical appearance, because it means I'm in possession of a warm, accepting and gentle spirit. Personally, I think it may be the greater gift.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Day 10 -- 30 Days of Truth

Someone you need to let go, or wish you didn't know

I'm not trying to get out of this day's 30 Days of Truth challenge, but honestly there's no one in my life who currently fits this description. The few emotionally unhealthy people who have made it into my life have naturally drifted out of it. I'm not drawn to nor do I care to be around people who make my life miserable. Life is just too short to put up with that kind of foolishness.

We are a 1/3 of the way through this 30 Days of Truth thing. I'm enjoying it so far. How 'bout you?

Sunday, January 09, 2011

Day 9 -- 30 Days of Truth

Someone you didn't want to let go, but just drifted

My college roommate. We'll call her Crystal.

Crystal had one of those dynamic personalities that people were drawn to the way flies are drawn to flypaper. She was intelligent, effervescent, spiritually wise and generally fun to be around. We were pretty close the two years we lived together but I wouldn't call us best friends. I think even then I knew better than that. Crystal was the type of person you longed to be around but she didn't necessarily long to be around you. Not that she didn't enjoy your company or value your friendship but she just wasn't needy in that way.

So I wasn't too surprised that once we graduated from college we started to drift. Oh, I tried to do my part to keep the same level of relationship that we experienced in college but those efforts were never reciprocated. Eventually I stopped trying and we drifted even further apart.

Now it's probably been at least a decade since I've spoken to her last. That's not how I wanted it but it's hard to hang on to a boat that's intent on drifting. Sure, you can grasp at the vessel and try to hang on as you wrestle it back to dry land. But after a while, you start to tire from the struggle and inevitably you let go. At that point there's nothing you can do but stand on the shore and watch the boat get smaller and smaller as it inches toward the horizon.

Saturday, January 08, 2011

Day 8 -- 30 Days of Truth

Someone who made your life hell or treated you like shit

You know, even though there are people in my life who are deserving of the "You made my life hell" badge -- like my tyrannical stepfather or my biological father who divorced my mom when I was a baby and went back to his home country of Jamaica never to be heard from again -- the fact remains that no one has worked harder for that honor than myself.

That's right. I'm my best friend and my own worst enemy all at once. All of the unhappiness in my life can ultimately be traced backed to me and my perceptions of or my reactions to certain realities in my life.

And no one treats me like shit better than I do. I'm extremely hard on myself, unloving even, sometimes self-loathing. I never cut myself any slack and that can make a girl very unhappy.

But the good thing is that the person who has the power to treat me worse than anyone I know also has the power to treat me the best. Slowly, very slowly, I'm learning to be kind to myself, to take it easy on the old psyche. I'm only human for goodness sakes, a human that deserves to be treated with a little more compassion.

Friday, January 07, 2011

Day 7 -- 30 Days of Truth

Someone who has made your life worth living

This is a hard one because I've never really needed a reason to live or at least I've never gone looking for one. But if you asked me for a list of people in my life who bring me joy I would have to start with my mom. She's a great mom, really. I couldn't ask for a better one. That's not to say she's perfect (none of us are) but she's damn close.

A very close second would be The Fiance.

I realized not too long ago that a once beloved hobby of mine, movies, now has a diminished place in my life namely because I used to use movies as a way to escape my humdrum existence. Now, because The Fiance adds such fulfillment to my life, I no longer have a desire to use movies in that way.

Finally, at the risk of sounding all bible-thumpy, I have to add God to the list of people who make life worth living. My understanding of God has changed a lot over the past few years but the meaning and purpose my faith imparts has not. I know what I'm here for -- to act justly, to love mercy and to walk humbly with my God.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Day 6 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you hope you never have to do

I am so tired. Since the end of the holiday season, I feel like I've been going non-stop both at work and at home with very little meaningful downtime. But it's all stuff that needs to get done: work, grocery shopping, making healthy meals, exercising, blogging. By the end of the evening, I have very little energy for nurturing my spiritual life, one of my New Year's Resolutions.

Part of the reason I'm so tired may be the result of my thyroid. I'll find out for sure when I visit the endocrinologist next week. Apparently, there is a connection between diabetes and thyroid issues. And if it is my thyroid, hopefully I can get some resolution and start to feel some energy again. I don't want the reason I fail to reach my goals to be that I'm not physically able.

Anywho, on to today's 30 Days of Truth challenge -- something I hope to never have to do.

I think my answer would be that I hope to never have to bury a loved one. Of course, I think there isn't a chance in hell that I'll get through life never having to watch a spouse, relative or dear friend die, especially if I want to live a long life, but the idea is still very unpleasant to me.

I know that I can ultimately handle whatever life throws my way but if I had my druthers, we'd all live forever.

Wednesday, January 05, 2011

Day 5 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you hope to do in your life

The whole reason I decided to make New Year's Resolutions for 2011 after shunning them for years is because I want to experience something that I've yet to experience in my 25-year career -- professional success.

And by "professional success" I mean making $20,000-$30,000 more per year than I currently make, preferably in a managerial position but I'll go the Executive Assistant route if I have to.

Is it possible that I'm defining myself by what I do and how much money I make? Maybe. But does that prohibit me from being ambitious?

I've been at my current job for a year. The last thing I want to do is make the same mistake I did at my previous job, which was to get comfortable and stay for far longer than I should have in a job that was no longer challenging. To keep from repeating history, I'm making a vow to only stay at this job for 3-5 years (depending on the economy) before moving on to a better, higher-paying position.

But I have no plans to twiddle my thumbs for the next few years though. Instead, at the beginning of each year I will determine a specific skill that I want to improve and then spend the next 12 months doing just that.

I know that adding focus and determination to my already strong work ethic will bring me much personal satisfaction. Here's hoping it brings me financial success as well.

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Day 4 -- 30 Days of Truth

Something you have to forgive someone for

Okay, I gotta make this quick 'cause I got a phone date with The Fiance.

Off the top of my head, I'd say that I need to forgive my stepfather for being a bad husband and a bad dad.

Sometimes, It's easy to forget that my issues with my stepfather have not been resolved because I haven't seen him since I was about 20 amd I haven't talked to him since I was about 25. And honestly, I'm really happy about that. I think that's clue #1 that I need to forgive.

Monday, January 03, 2011

New Year's Resolutions

If I post my New Year's Resolutions on my blog then I have to do them, right?

And if I post the image so small that it's unreadable, then you can't hold me accountable, can you?

Okaaay. I made them bigger.



Day 3 -- 30 Days of Truth

Today's assignment is to name something that I need to forgive myself for so here's my list.

I need to forgive myself for:

  • Failing to turn my computer-related degree into a high-paying career in technology
  • Not having the wherewithal to lose weight and keep it off
  • Eating when I'm stressed out or when I feel inadequate
  • Being too harsh with The Fiance when what I really want to do is speak the truth in love
  • Not being outgoing enough
  • Being more of a follower instead of a leader
  • Not being pretty enough
  • Being the kind of girl who always looks like the "Before" picture and never the "After"
  • Not writing enough . . . or ever
  • Not making enough money
  • Not spending the money I have wisely.
  • Consistently failing to live up to my potential.

This may seem like a lot of things for which I need to forgive myself but it's really only one thing: I need to forgive myself for not being perfect.

Sunday, January 02, 2011

Day 2 -- 30 Days of Truth

The assignment for Day 2 of the 30 Days of Truth challenge is to name something I love about myself. And oddly enough, one of the things I hate about myself is also one of my best qualities -- perfectionism.

This characteristic was on full display this past Thanksgiving when I was asked to bake the turkey. I had never baked a turkey before in my life so I was a bit hesitant to say the least. I was also more than a bit stressed out. When I wasn't biting my nails over the possibility that the turkey would come out a charred mess, I was pulling my hair out over the fact that the turkey was not thawing fast enough and envisioning my family members keeling over from food poisoning. My mother added to my anxiety by calling me on Thanksgiving morning to inform me that dinner would be served at 3 pm instead of noon. This after that turkey had been in the oven for over 2 hours. Would the turkey even be edible after sitting out at room temperature for so long?

Despite all of my fretting, I ended up producing a turkey that was not only picture perfect, but tasted like something any celebrity chef would be proud to serve. Everyone raved . . . I mean, raved about the turkey.

The whole thing got me to thinking: what kind of perfectionistic freak must I be to pull off something I had never done before with such excellence all the while worrying that I would be an abject failure?

Perfectionism, like most personality traits, has its advantages and disadvantages. Yes, having high standards of excellence makes you an extremely capable person in a variety of different ways, but it can also make you a nutcase. But I'm learning that disentangling my self-image from my performance helps me to find a balance between the two extremes and keeps the crazy in check.

Saturday, January 01, 2011

Day 1 -- 30 Days of Truth

The assignment for Day 1 of the 30 Days of Truth challenge is to write about something I hate about myself. If you've read this blog anytime within the last year then you are probably aware of the personality flaw that I'm consumed with at the moment (Heck, I'm in therapy for it for goodness sakes.) But I think I'll go with something different, a topic I haven't verbally beaten to death quite yet -- my perfectionism.

I once took a sewing class in college where I always managed to be the last person to complete my projects. The professor announced to everyone in class that there's always one person who is so painstakingly particular in the way they put together a garment that they lag behind the rest of the pupils. She said that I was that person in her class.

I managed to get past my collegiate sewing course but my high standards and my consistent inability to measure up to those standards has plagued me my whole life and has been the source of great unhappiness in a lot of different ways -- my career (I should have been a well-paid computer programmer instead of a "lowly" administrative assistant) , my appearance (I've never been at peace with not being thin), my hobbies (I don't spend enough time perfecting my god-given talents -- like writing and baking).

Funny thing is though, one of the things that I hate most about myself and that brings such dissatisfaction is also one of my best qualities.

I'll talk about that tomorrow.