Healing

Truth: God uses the thing that crushes us to heal us. If we’ve been injured in community, he uses community to heal us. That’s not to say we run headlong into toxic relationships. We are to grow up and learn discernment from our negative experiences. It means God leads us toward healthy community to help us recover from difficult community. It means we risk again for the sake of our healing, even though that seems entirely counterintuitive.

Mary DeMuth, The Wall Around Your Heart: How Jesus Heals You When Others Hurt You

35 by 35

I woke up this morning and realized it was the 11th. Every time I realize it’s the 11th of any month I automatically calculate how many months until my birthday, which is on the 11th of the greatest month ever.

3 months.

I will turn 35 in 3 months.

Excitement that my birthday was only a quarter away, joined with the utter disgust for how enormous I look, and the sheer terror that my actual age will be close to 40 all drew me to one conclusion.

I need to lose 35 pounds by the time I turn 35. Really-that’s all I came to.

Again…3 months.

I can do this.

Perhaps I should add onto that:

  • read 35 books of the Bible
  • go to bed on-time 35 times
  • NOT have Starbucks 35 times
  • run 35 times (which would help with the original goal)
  • write 35 thank you notes
  • take 35 midday walks during work
  • oooooo….write 35 blog posts

Aaaaaaand GO!

On Time is On Time

Knowing me is to that I like to be on-time.  That isn’t to say that I am ontime all the time, but I do actually aim to be, as often as I can get myself to be.

There’s a saying that I learned at my first teaching job.

Early is on time, and on time is late.

That’s baloney.  If you want me to be somewhere at 10:55, then don’t tell me to be there at 11; tell me to be there at 10:55.  If a meeting is starting at 5:00, don’t expect me to be there at 4:45 unless I, personally, want to be there early enough to get a certain seat, or chat with someone.

Keep your word and be honest with me on when you want me somewhere, and I will keep my word on being in place when you ask me to be.

I digress.

Early often are not words typically used to describe me.  I don’t know anyone that would say that about me…except the folks at my new job.  I live about thirty minutes away, and for every minute after 7am that I leave, my commute gets a little bit longer.  If I were to leave at 7:20am, I’m pretty sure that I would be an hour late.  That’s how bad DC traffic can become on a weekday morning (and occasionally on a weekend).

So, what do I do?

I leave by 7am.

Also, to be clear, morning person are also not words that anyone would use to describe me.  I’m not even good at faking that.  I’m actually not good at faking anything, but I’m really not good at faking being a morning person.

Leaving at 7am gets me to work by 7:30…7:35 if I stop for a soy mocha with whip.  Since work doesn’t start until 8am, I am (drum roll please) always here early!

Other than my first couple of years teaching, when I was completely overwhelmed and didn’t know which end was up, I have never consistently been this early to work.  I’m starting week five, and I’m on Day 20 of arriving at work early.

So today I decided to blog (whoa!).  This could even be a record for earliest blog post ever written on Memoirs.

Eek!  It’s 8:07.  Maybe tomorrow I should leave at 6:45 to get myself here early enough to finish before 8:00.

Or…maybe not.  Forgive me while I run to check my email…

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There’s such a …

There’s such a lot of different Annes in me. I sometimes think that is why I’m such a troublesome person. If I was just the one Anne it would be ever so much more comfortable, but then it wouldn’t be half so interesting.
― Anne of Green Gables

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Am I talking too much?

Isn’t it splendid to think of all the things there are to find out about? It just makes me feel glad to be alive–it’s such an interesting world. It wouldn’t be half so interesting if we know all about everything, would it? There’d be no scope for imagination then, would there?But am I talking too much? People are always telling me I do. Would you rather I didn’t talk? If you say so I’ll stop. I can STOP when I make up my mind to it, although it’s difficult.
― Anne of Green Gables