As I prepared to move across the country (back in 2004), I decided to start a blog for family and friends to keep up with me. Now it's the place where I dump my brain - for good and for bad. And you get to participate in my mess!

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

The keys to my heart? What do you think...

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored.

You'd like to your lover to think you are optimistic and happy.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was insecure and in constant need of reassurance.

Your ideal relationship is open. Both of you can talk about everything... no secrets.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

Friday, November 11, 2005

A change of pace...

here's something silly that I found on Kevin's blog:

You Passed 8th Grade Math
Congratulations, you got 10/10 correct!

Thursday, November 10, 2005

And another revelation...

...this one hurt...

a lot.


I've said for years that I don't see myself as a "girly girl"; that I'm not all that feminine. Now, really, I've never thought that I had a problem with that. I liked being the girl that could actually talk to guys about football - the one that guys told their girlfriends/wives to be like (at least in relation to sports). Being a tomboy was handy...

But Michelle asked me to define feminine... and I couldn't do that until today.

And I discovered something horrible and yucky....

I equate "feminine" with "physically beautiful".

So, when I said that I didn't ever feel feminine, what I was really saying was that I didn't think that I was physically beautiful. Ugh. And it's true. Double ugh.

This hurts. And the worst part is that I don't believe people when they tell me nice things - so no matter how many people tell me I'm crazy for thinking this way - I still think it.

Ouch.

So much...

There is much to say... and much that I can't, or am not ready to, say. Change is powerful... and painful. I'm working through some pain and hurt that I didn't really even know was in me. Rejection of myself as a beautiful, talented, blessed Child of God. Somehow, over time, I have learned to not believe the wonderful things people say about me.

I think in an attempt to be "humble", I've managed to actually convince myself that I'm not worth all that much. I constantly see myself in relation to others and find myself lacking and the 'others' to be superior - more blessed, more talented, more beautiful, more popular... more.

I keep expecting someone to finally tell me the truth - that everyone else has just been 'being nice' my whole life. Telling me I'm talented, gifted, called - but really, that I'm just a useless, talentless lump that is annoying to everyone around me and easily forgotten when not in sight.

So now that I've realized that I think of myself that way, how do I embrace myself? How do I remain appropriately humble and still acknowledge who God has created me to be? Heck, not just acknowledge, but celebrate?? How do I do that??

Just for fun, I think God has put many people in my path this week to affirm things to me that I apparently don't really believe about me. It's been interesting to receive compliments and affirmations now that I'm aware of what I really think these people are telling me. So, I'm trying to really trust these people. Michelle, I trust you... and I'm trying...

In some ways, this habit of mine has been handy. For example: when I honestly didn't think Fuller would accept me, they did. So I got to be surprised and excited about it, instead of it being the appropriate thing to have happen. And yes, I had many people in my life tell me that I would be accepted... including the Holy Spirit who prompted me to apply in the first place... but I didn't believe it, not really.

Anyway, now this has turned to rambling, so I'll stop. If you're a pray-er, pray for me.