Sometimes I’m too numb to feel the weight of this situation…

•February 10, 2010 • Leave a Comment

… but that’s okay because I’m sure that if I did, all of the time, the weight of it would crush me.

“I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.”

I don’t remember how many times Tyler and I watched that movie. It’s about two and a half hours long and we watched it on tv no less. With commercials. Gosh he loved that movie. And it wasn’t until yesterday that I finally went out and bought it and watched it on DVD. I have found I’ve been doing things, watching things… just because he liked them. Like that would somehow bring him back. Just for that time. Just for the movie, or just for the time I spent sliding across the frozen pond in my shoes, remembering how he did the same thing just over a year ago. I guess it does bring him back in some ways for those moments, and it is a good feeling.

But last night, watching that movie, I made it through almost the entire thing, pretending he was there watching it too. Until I got to that quote. The tears just wouldn’t stop coming. I miss him so much. I hope wherever he is now, he is happy.

Maybe he is on a beach somewhere in Mexico, fixing up an old boat. And maybe when I’m done with my time here I will meet him there…

I guess I just miss my friend.

Where do we go from here?

•February 8, 2010 • Leave a Comment

This makes life hard. And unfair. And brings up the realization that it is so very short. Nothing you can do about it. Nothing I can do about it.

And where does this leave me then? Sad. Confused. Angry. Anxious. Full of clichés about what we should do with the time that we have that I actually want to believe and live by but lack the fortitude or strength to follow through.

How do we right the wrongs we’ve done, take back that pain we have caused, forgive what we once thought was unforgivable? How do we rebuild bridges we tore down in anger, or extend new ones in directions we never thought we would travel? How hard is it to say “Hi, it’s me,” or “I know we haven’t spoken in awhile, but I’m hurting and I need you”…? How hard is it to say “I still love you”…?

Sometimes you don’t get a chance to rebuild the bridges, say you’re sorry, forget your anger, share your feelings… sometimes that choice is taken away before you even realize what you need to do or should have said.

One of the last conversations I had with my brother we talked about getting together sometime soon. Months went by after that conversation. The next time I saw him was in the hospital. Now I have my whole life to think about that conversation and try to let it go and realize there is no way I could have known…

I don’t want a life full of regrets. I don’t want a life full of wondering what might have been. I don’t want a life of feeling disconnected from those I care about. I don’t want a life of being angry. I don’t want a life of missing you.

I think I’m ready to let go of my pain and my anger. I think I’m ready to forgive and forget. I think I’m ready to be honest. I think I’m ready to try something real, something sincere.

But how?

Where do we go from here?

I’m still here… talk to me. I promise to listen.

But I’d rather be here with you….

•March 16, 2009 • Leave a Comment

My eyes are screaming for the sight of you 
And tonight I’m dreaming of all the things that
we’ve been through 
And
I can’t hold on to you. 
So I guess I fee
l lonely, too. 

S l o w   w a y   d o w n 

this break down’s eating me alive



And I’m tired,

                 this fight is fighting to survive. 




Te
ll me a secret…                                                          

                                             I want it


Tell me a story

                                             I need it


I’ll listen attentively 
I’ll sta
y awake all night. 

Allow me to whisper…

                                              So softly


There’s nothing I did mean…

                                              Please help me


But it’s in my body
It’s str
ong eno
ugh to fight

                                            Let’s make this right


Please help me make this right. 

Hire ME!

•January 4, 2009 • Leave a Comment

Dear Prospective Employers and Otherwise Bored Readers,

I am a recent university graduate currently searching for employment in what seems to be a fairly desolate job market. That isn’t to say that there are no jobs available, but more that the ones available are more or less unattainable. Let me tell you a little bit about myself and my concerns.

Out of high school, I entered college with the idea that a degree would not only help form me into a more well-rounded individual, but a well-rounded hirable individual. I majored in something I love – Creative Writing – and pursued a minor in Publishing and Printing Arts, something I found equally interesting and, above all, fun. My goal was to graduate and find something fulfilling to do with all of that knowledge I spent the last four years acquiring. However, emerging from school I found the job markets for such talents to be, well, small. After reading through list after list of job requirements, I have come to realize that my degree generally fulfills line one of the “minimum qualifications” section. It seems like every job I look at requires a “minimum five years related work experience.” While this is understandable for some positions, where are the openings that allow a person to obtain those five years of experience after working hard at a four year degree? Even the local coffee carts seem to prefer, if not require, prior experience as a barista. 

I’m often told that the best way to get the career you want, is to take the job you don’t want. I am more than willing to do that. At this point, in fact, I crave that job I “don’t want.” I would LOVE to make coffee, answer phones, file papers, or take notes for those people who have the career I want, just to get into the same building as them. My problem at this point is that the career I want exists, but the elevator to get there has apparently vanished or has reached its maximum capacity.

I didn’t work hard for four years on random assignments to be given a box at the end that contained a ready-made kit: one part Creative Writing skills, one part Publishing skills, one paper certificate as a receipt that I did in fact receive these items. Instead, I went to learn more about how to use the skills I already have. As a writer, a lover of words, I learned more about how they are used and how I can use them in ways that are entirely my own. When seeking a minor, I learned that I had an interest in the world of publishing, and I pursued it. I learned more about the field and loved the way it tapped into my business-oriented self in ways that my classes in writing let me explore my creative side. My printing arts classes pushed me even further to create more tangible expressions of creativity than words or ideas. I discovered on a daily basis new facets of my own character and self and learned the ways to make use of them. I did not go to college to “get an education” and expect that alone to make me immediately hirable. I went to tap into the qualities and abilities already within myself that make me a desirable person to hire.

So my qualifications are these:

Yes, I have a BA in English with an emphasis on Creative Writing.

I have a minor concentration in Publishing and Printing Arts

I also have all of this:

Retail experience at Ann Taylor Loft. I was such a good sales associate, in fact, I was able to sell a considerable amount of clothing to myself, increasing the size of my stylish and professional looking wardrobe, significantly decreasing the size of my wallet and bank account.

Experience as a front desk attendant at a residence hall at my university. I was finally able to put my experience with a telephone and my ability to simultaneously smile and say “hello” to good use.

Management experience. As in managing a 6 and 2 year old. Working as a nanny may not have allowed me to use a lot of my writing and editing talents, but it did teach me patience and the value of a good attitude and sense of humor.

Event planning experience. I recently pulled off an exceptional, relatively low-cost, destination wedding for my parents! I was the wedding planner, the maid of honor, the wedding photographer, and even the cake decorator and caterer! If that doesn’t say “skilled at multi-tasking,” I don’t know what will.

Four years of full-time, excellent note taking experience! My Psych 101 and History of the Holocaust notebooks are especially good examples. Eight years experience if you count high school!

I can write, I can edit, I can even index!

I am a quick and willing learner. I would rather not spend my four year degree on making the coffee you pick up on your way to work, but if you are willing to give me a shot, let me get my foot in the door to your world, I will make and bring that coffee to your desk every day wearing a big smile! I will take your notes and answer your phones, and I will learn to work my way up from the bottom. Now, that isn’t something I learned in school, but it does compliment my degree nicely, if you ask me.

 

Thank you for taking the time to read this lengthy product of frustration and somewhat amused wonderment at the task of searching for employment. When it comes down to it, I don’t want to live to work or work to live. I want a balance. I want to actively use those qualities and abilities I have tapped into, not to simply use them as filler on a job application.

And on that note, I end this with a borrowed and slightly modified plea…

So pick me, choose me, HIRE ME!

Be Thankful

•April 28, 2008 • 1 Comment

Two students from my small university died in a car accident on Friday evening. All I can think about is how they were here, then in an instant they weren’t. I didn’t know either of them well and though there is no way anyone could have known, I wonder, why didn’t I take the time to know them better? The girl lived two doors down the hall from me my sophomore year, but we weren’t friends. Why not? What kept us from being friends? Doesn’t it seem like a waste now? Doesn’t the reason seem so incredibly small now?

Doesn’t everything?

It is sad that it takes things like this to open your eyes. To be a little more thankful. To be a little less bitter. To drive a little more carefully. To smile a little more for everything you have.

This weekend has reminded me in its own, sad way to be a little more aware. Aware of what I have, aware of what I’m doing, aware of all life has to offer.

It isn’t something we like to think about but there it is: life is too short. Whether you live to be 100 or whether God has other plans, life is still too short.

So order pizza with your friends. Go for a hike. Put your soul into every little thing you have to do. Call your mom. Laugh. Ask yourself why you aren’t friends with the girl two doors down. Spend an entire day in the arms of the one you love. Write a letter. Write anything. Get in touch with that friend from way-back-when who you used to spend every summer day with climbing trees and watching Dirty Dancing… you never know when she won’t be there anymore. Smile… a lot… and mean it!

Stop squandering your potential!

I have an amazing family. I have good and loving friends. I have an absolutely wonderful boyfriend. I have no idea what I’m doing with my life, but I’m living it!

I love.

I am loved.

I am thankful.