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Sunday, January 26, 2014

Musings on worth it and Facebook

Both of these articles have popped up on my FB page this week while I was supposedly taking a "break."

Ummmm, yeah.

5 questions about social media

and

How to love an Empath

I really think they are about the same thing.  At least for me.

In response to 5 questions - I completely get the point.  I knew I was having a problem last week when I thought - oh I should make bread so I can post pictures of it on facebook.  Ummmm, nope.  I justify myself constantly when posting on FB or here, saying "well, at least I don't do THAT" - which this article covers thoroughly.  I think it can lead to discontent when we see everyone else having fun and we aren't or getting stuff that we aren't or being something that we aren't.  This I must be on guard against.

What I really learned about myself, and this is not new information to anyone else is that I am a validation junkie. I don't really care what you are doing, I just want someone to appreciate what I am doing.  I am not sure that this is all bad.  It can become bad when I don't get the response that I was hoping for and it ruins me, which I struggle with, but what the Empath article made me realize is - this is also a good part of me.

It is a hard part - I am pretty sure it makes people less want to engage with me.  Realness is uncomfortable, heck, anymore, kindness is sometimes uncomfortable.  When I worked at Amazon I started the happy face club, I feel a little bit like I should be ashamed of this, or of telling people about it.  I bought a bunch of tiny happy faces and started giving them out to people that were nice or looked like they needed cheering up, it made me *so* happy to do this.  So so happy!   I am not ashamed, I am proud.  I am proud that I am the type of person that can give in this way.  I feel horrible when I talk myself out of giving.

This is the thing though, I also love to receive, I try hard not to take - not to be needy (something I have been accused of before, much to the detriment of my mental health ;) ).  I posted about M&M's on FB yesterday.  It was true that the bag of M&M's were gone, literally.  This was an analogy though, and the people that posted played into it perfectly.  Jonathon and I talked about this the other night.  He needs things of the heart to have a concrete explanation.  I told him that I needed a full bag of M&Ms and I love giving away my M&M's and, often, it is like more just appear, but when they are taken and not returned - I run out.

This is not a good place for me - The connections that I have on FB fill my M&Ms.  No one has to comment, everyone is more than welcome to unfriend me, same with this blog, read it, don't read it - I can live with that.  Me, telling myself that I am bad or wrong for wanting to share though - that is what kills me - that is what empties my bag.  I will keep engaging with people on the internet, I will keep inviting people into my life and being rejected, I will keep serving and sharing and being my interesting self - because I am and I can't not be.

What I must do is be more aware of the little ways that my M&Ms are given back; with a kiss from my baby or a positive school day with my struggling student or a smile back in the grocery store .  These are the M&Ms of life and I love them (especially the peanut butter ones!).

And always the hope is that social media is a means - to face to face interactions, to truth and Truth being spoken among friends, to opportunity for care and compassion being communicated and acted out, in real life and real time.

Because that is so completely worth it.

Friday, January 24, 2014

Neither

When I started this blog I didn't consider the "neither" - for someone so often unable to make up their mind the irony is not lost.

Disposable life! !

Disposable life
territory example of love
Wrapping in plastic bags
Flying with windstorm

Annoying the air of cool wind
Finding a new rescue of life
Disposable life

Clitch on wrist
Run wid fun
Tickle on face
Live with charm
Disposable life

Factory trash in canal view
Burning the sick desires few
Waiting at the end of street
Watchng the cars passing by
Disposable life
Bunch it crunch it
Disposable life 

Wednesday, January 22, 2014

BBQ Chicken

One of the best things that I have ever done was get into the habit of buying tons of chicken breasts and ground beef at the beginning of the month and then cooking it all up and putting it in dinner sized portions in the freezer.  It is probably the only reason that I actually cook at all.  I recognize and feel an appropriate about of guilt over the fact that we eat said chicken and ground beef for nearly every meal.  Oh well.

This evening I, of course, didn't want to fix dinner.  I had some shredded chicken that needed to be fixed, and some hoggie buns that needed to be eaten and after perusing Pinterest for 30 minutes I decided to KISS and slap some Sweet Baby Rays on that chicken put it in the microwave and call it good.  Add some chips and baby carrots, bada bing, bada boom - dinner.  I know I am such a gourmet.

The point of this story is that over our lovely BBQ chicken I remember to tell my husband that I called in his prescription and that he needs to pick it up on Monday.  He responses with "oh has it been a month already?"

This proves how on completely different wavelengths we are.

The last time that he had a refill it was Dec 4th.  For some reason I noticed this when I called the Dr. this morning.  I remember the day.  I insisted that he take UnPaid Time off to go and get the medication.  We were both working, I remember the conversation specifically.

To my point.

That was a *really* really really long time ago to me.

Worth it

Journey just said "I want to learn to read."  Wahoo!

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Sunday, January 12, 2014

Disposable

Taking myself too seriously.

It is really interesting to me how easily I can accidently make people think something about me that I don't really feel is true.  While, simultaneously being annoyed at them for not recognizing the real me.