Monthly Archives: September 2009

pa to the thetic

It’s Friday night, and I’m in the office scooping the Internet loop.  E’s outta town, and my dad’s visiting K…so I can’t even go home and crash for a while.  I could go to my “home” in TH…but I spent most of the afternoon there.  I wanted to change the scenery.

I tracked down the Mortvedt piano again.  I’m not very good at piano, but I so enjoy playing.  I felt like I even made some progress practicing.  In light of an emotional health seminar I attended yesterday (don’t get me started), I think I can safely say I’m at a point in my emotional health tonight that made the sweet, sweet piano playing a bit sad.  I am nostalgic for my “former” life…that of a music major/teacher.  I love this job so far, but I’m not really understanding where my strengths fit into it.  God, I’m here, so what’s up now?  What am I bringing to this table?

I watched The Curious Case of Benjamin Button tonight.  What a disappointing movie.  I thought the story was interesting, but the way its story was told (in the midst of Hurricane Katrina…and did the clock-maker have to do with Benjamin’s curious life?) was cheesey.

Speaking of cheesey…I should go eat some leftovers.  Peace to you, and hope your weekend is pleasant!

let’s be honest…

I went to Cornerstone Church for worship this morning, which will be (most likely) the last  time I go there for a while…working in a church on Sundays kind of makes sure of that :).  Anyway, I was sitting during worship, aware of the fact that I was sitting alone with an entire row empty to my left and a girl two seats away to my right and I was holding a stiff upper lip about it.  Figuratively, anyway.  The songs in worship today were perfect and I teared up a bit…anyway…on the inside I was lamenting:  Woe is me.  I’m alone, I don’t know how to meet people, and let’s heap some more woe on there for good measure.  I got a little carried away, perhaps, but feelings are feelings.  On the outside I wasn’t going to show it.  Nope.  I was stoic, turning to the pages of the Bible in my lap for preoccupation, rather than facing the awkward time of waiting for people to sit next to me (some eventually did) and hoping to be introduced and become fast friends with things to do.  I think this probably occurs less frequently in a big church anyway, but recall my upper lip was set.

The text today was from Matthew 26 in the “first look at the coming king” series and the pastor spoke about the passage about Gethsemane with a poignant, and perhaps too close-to-home message.  Jesus was sorrowful, he was distressed, as he prayed.  The point that stuck out to me today was that there isn’t anything “unspiritual” about being sad, being lonely, being burdened by stuff that’s heavy in this life.  We can be honest about the junk we can’t handle, and not only will Christ provide for us, walk along side us, care for us, the people we know will share that burden–they’ll know to be praying, they’ll know to visit or spend extra time…but not because they are experts in mental telepathy or thought-reading.

So, my reader[s], I’m comfortable telling you that I felt pretty alone this morning.  And while the feeling wasn’t great, it prepared my heart to focus in on the message from Matthew today, which is sweet.

I mention this a lot…probably even in blogging, but it’s so weird to actually be an “official” adult that I don’t really know what to do with myself.  I especially don’t know how to socialize.  I understand perfectly that the reason I am not going out and doing things is that I’m perfectly content to stay at home and do quiet things by myself or with family, but how am I ever going to step into a more social role?  At this point a small group would be a small victory…getting out of the house for a committed time of fellowship and study.  My best friend’s mom passed along some advice she’d given her son about dating to me, and though it’s applicable to dating in my case, I think any friendship could be substituted:  You can’t expect the [person you’re supposed to meet] to fall into your lap while you’re watching TV or reading a book at home.

On another note, I have so much stuff, and I’m dreadfully attached to it.  I come to an eraser shaped like a frog and I immediately remember the day I bought it at the fourth grade book fair (one for me and one for my mom, of course).  Which means I can’t throw it out, right?  But I won’t use it (and mar a uniquely formed eraser?)…and I’d love to be rid of it.  Alas.  Yarn is the same way.  I find myself hanging on to DUDS of projects because I could salvage the yarn, no matter how awful it really is.  I managed to throw away the beginnings of a bolero I found in a stash bag today.  I could’ve salvaged the salmon-pink homespun yarn, but it’s a tough cookie to frog (the bumps get caught and then the tension gets wonky).  So I put it in the trash.  I might crawl back to it tomorrow and rescue it, but for tonight, hasta la vista, baby.

I hope my new room has enough room for the stuff I’m bringing.  It may be good that I am not sharing that room just for the sake of trying to move fully out of my “home”…just because my dad lives nearby doesn’t mean that my stuff has a free and safe home there.  My pencil stash is pretty impressive, just saying.  I might have a thousand (or more) just in boxes/packages.  I haven’t honestly checked, though.  Finding all of the paper, yarn, pencils, even staples makes me want to write and knit and consume these things which I have plenty of, however then I know I’ll have to save the bits of paper or the knitted disasters…and the entire problem is not helped but harmed because I’m more attached to the element of me within the new product.  It’s no good.

Last item:  I needed a dish rack for the sink and decided to go ahead and buy it from Target without checking Wal Mart’s price first.  When I checked at wal-mart, it was 50 cents more there.  Boo-yeah.  When does that ever happen?

sleep well!

extra credit

I am in a sad and funny predicament.  I decided to skip the credit card bit while I was a student.  Wise move, right?  I avoided the temptation to get into debt that way, made my bank card and checkbook work.  Beautiful.

Until I graduate and decide to be a little more organized with the spending…instead of writing down every single purchase in my ledger, I could keep track of one check per month.  I was declined for the reward card I applied for because my income is too small this year.  I thought perhaps a “recent grad” stipulation would allow me to get a student card, because my income is similar to that of a student, but alas.  Typically student cards roll over into normal cards shortly after graduation.

I’m sure there are are a gazillion cards out there that would love to entice me as a young person, plenty with high interest rates and annual fees.  I am not interested in racking up debt…I suppose having some credit would be useful for loans and such later on, but I have none and at this rate won’t be getting any any time soon.  But it looks like I must have a co-signer.

I remember a passage in a letter of Paul about the Holy Spirit being a deposit for our inheritance, or something like that.  That doesn’t really apply to this situation, but the situation made me think of that passage.  When we accept the invitation of life to the fullest, we not only get forgiveness and redemption, we receive the Holy Spirit.  And that is pretty darn sweet.  It means that we aren’t alone, down and out, and abandoned.  Perhaps this is a bit too much of a stretch, but the Holy Spirit knows my dejection (rejection?) from the credit struggle.  I haven’t really turned to him for comfort, but perhaps I need to…and also to realize that I haven’t been putting my entire trust in God’s provision.  He has blessed me with means enough to be out of debt thus far.

It’s a blow to my pride that I can’t strike it out on my own like I wanted to…even in this small way.  I’d almost prefer to pay for rent or groceries or transportation or all three just so I could count that additional amount as “salary” even if it ended up the same.  Just let it pass through my hands first.

I’ve got some reflecting to do.  Man.

Have a good Tuesday, and September for that matter.