July 24, 2008

October 29, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

Here’s what I wrote in a letter to me on July 24, 2008, sent to me from the past, to July 24, 2009. (futureme.org). I won’t lie, I knew it would be coming soon, but had no idea what I had written.

 

Dear FutureMe,
It’s Thursday, July 24, 2008. You just took your first sock-knitting lesson. So far it’s going pretty well. Have you made more?

Two months and one day ago day (on dad’s birthday), you closed on your house. Does it feel like “home” yet?  Isn’t it awesome being here?!

You’ve done things to “expand” your horizons. You get your first CSA box this Saturday. Are you still doing that?  Have you tried new recipes and new vegetables?

You’re doing things like this–the socks, the CSA–to meet more people. Are you?  Have you found other ways to meet people?

Today you’re going back and forth on wanting someone. Also enjoying the singledom. I wonder if you’ve found that special someone yet.  You know what? It’s okay if you haven’t.

Lots of things are okay.
You’re just fine where you are.

 

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Okay, so I only made one pair of socks. I’ve done hats and scarves since then, but no more socks. Maybe I should get on that again. Those were fun. They were challenging and fun. Not that I’ll ever wear them, but I sure am proud of them!

YES! My house is awesome! I did lots of renovations this summer, and there are still lots more to do. I love my newly painted kitchen and accent wall.

I don’t do Johnson’s CSA anymore, but do Greenling about once a month. I’m loving it. Not necessarily because of that, but I have tried lots of new recipes in the past year.

I really worked on cultivating friendships over the past year or so. I worked on strenghtening the ones I wanted to keep, and let others fall to the wayside. Some slipped away that I should do better about keeping going.

As of this July (2009), hadn’t found “that special someone,” but have realized it doesn’t matter as much. I’ve got great friends and a great family.

I’ve lost and gained weight since last July. Same few pounds up and down, but I’m working out a lot. I’m working on eating more veggies. Most days I’m pretty okay with my body.  And you know what?  I am fine with where I am. … Damnit!

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I’m pondering sending another letter to myself. It’s a fun surprise to get a year later. I suggest you do it, too. Go to futureme.org and write yourself a letter!

On blogging

October 29, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

When will I blog again? I think of things randomly that I’d like to say. I come home and don’t want (or don’t think to) write.  Now I’m engrossed in the last 15 minutes of Top Chef, and don’t want to write. I’ll be heading to bed straight away.

 

That’s all I really got.

Nothing.

Taboo Five

September 19, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

Playing Taboo and The Friday Five

  1. Who’s making a positive difference in your life?
    Taboo words: friends, family, husband/wife/spouse, boyfriend/girlfriend.
  2. Where would you like to be right now?
    Taboo words: home, bed, anywhere but here.
  3. What’s the first thing you’d do with a $5,000 (or your local equivalent) gift?
    Taboo words: save, debt, vacation, payments, invest.
  4. What super-power would you really like to have?
    Taboo words: invisibility, x-ray vision, flying, strength, transform.
  5. What’s your favorite sound?
    Taboo words: laughter, music, ocean, wind, ____’s voice

1. KT, duh! She makes me see things from within. She asks the tough questions.

2. I would like to be well, feeling great. Probably in a different country.

3. Write an e-check to Visa. Or, wait..no! Get a deck.  (is it Freudian that I typed an ‘i’ at first?)

4. Being in the air like the birds. I think that would be amazing.

5. When you’re in the car and it’s raining and you turn off the car and just hear the rain on the windshied and roof.

Only four weeks in…

September 19, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

… and “I’m really struggling. “  That’s what I said and then I started crying. The crying where you’re not totally sure where it’s coming from. And you’re embarassed because you’re around your peers and your IA and you feel really vulnerable.  And you’re embarassed. Like, “I’m better than this.” And you’re thinking of other things, not just things at work. And you’re stressed, and tired, and you didn’t sign up kids for tutoring and who the hell really cares anyway?

And you still haven’t fill out the forms. And you need a folder for each student? Really??!  So for A, I’m going to put a post-it and say, “she always does all her work and she’s really sweet.” And for G, I’ll stick a note in there on his SE paperwork and say “he’s doing fine in here. He does better when he gets to sit at the big table by himself.”  And E and J might both get the “really smart, but doesn’t apply him/her self.”

And people are asking all these questions about U and you just don’t know and you’ve stopped caring about it. And your room is a mess and you can’t get organized and the papers keep piling up.  And you hate the way the desks are organized. But you can’t fix them now because they’re taking tests. Yes, already. And, no, I haven’t been teaching, either.

And all the shit hits the fan and you’re finally allowed to let it all down and the tears start. And you wonder what people wonder about you. You wonder if they think you are a weakling who can’t make it through the first 4 weeks.

And maybe it’s because you’re on the verge of sick, and maybe you haven’t gotten enough sleep as you need, even though you’re in bed at a semi-decent time. And maybe it’s the fact that your period is almost over. And maybe it is the stuff going on with and to friends. And maybe it really was just a moment of weakness.  And you wonder why your body aches, even though you have no other symptoms of anything.

The kids? They’re awesome. Besides those few pesky kids in that one pesky class, they’re great. They’re how they’re supposed to be. Constant juxtapositions. They’re anxious and excited. And they care and they don’t. They’re curious and think life is boring.  They’re excited and too cool to show emotions. They walk in crying and you don’t know why. They leave smiling because the nurse deemed it appropriate and you have many, many kids gone.

That’s really what I care about. It really is. It’s them. I might just be in a moment of weakness. But I know it’ll pass. I know it will go by, and I know this is just a moment of weakness. Just a moment.

Realistic Dreams

September 7, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

Alright, so you know I love dream analysis. Over the past few months, I’ve been looking up stuff like floods and apocolpyse and erupting volcanoes and showering in the mall…stuff like that.

But the past several nights, they’ve been much more realistic.  Like having conversations with people I had spoken with earlier in the day, or doing things I had done that day, or would be doing soon. And not a dream that’s “regular, but turns weird,” like  being with mom and then all of a sudden being with a princess in a castle. I mean, for real, realistic dreams. That could have been real life.

And dreams of people I rarely-to never see. And dreams about people I saw that day–that maybe I hadn’t seen for awhile. And dreams of people I’ll see, doing things we were planning on doing.

It’s really … well, it’s weird to have non-weird dreams! It’s kinda fascinating, too. It’s like I get to live out the things I secretly (or not-so-secretly) want. Some of them are just “whatever,” and some leave nothing to interpretation, but I really enjoyed that one when S secretly touched my leg under the table.

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August 26, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

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Note(s) to self

August 20, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

Usually, when I dream, and I figure out the supposed “meaning,” I kinda know what it’s in reference to.

Water is usually subconcious, and I don’t know what the floods were trying to tell me last night.

A car is usually where your life is going. Who is driving? That “person” (or what they symbolize) is what’s guiding you in life.

A phone, I’m assuming is communication–what happens if it falls in water, but you grab it in time for it to still work.

I won’t lie. School is the number one thing on my mind right now. I’m not sure how all these things correspond, but I’ll be looking them up later. Oh, yeah, and HEAVY making out by the red bell peppers in Whole Foods.

Past Transgressions

August 5, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

Been wanting to do this blog for awhile now.

The walk down memory lane, or deleting past dates.

I still have my moving company; people I’ve never, ever talked to since getting their number; and dates, some of whom I’ve met. I’d put them in my phone as E ——, so I’d know they were an e-date. Yes, that’s how classy I am. Klassy. With a K.

Here we go.  Wonder if I can remember who was who and which was which …

E Alan–We met at Casa de Luz, just after the holidays (because I said I wanted to eat light). Nothing wonderful, nor horrible. Kinda weird in a few points.  Yeah, even awkward.

E Ben–First E date. It was fun. There was NO connection romantically, but we did have fun. Seems like we did several things and I’m pretty sure cupcakes were involved.

E Eric–Wow. I really don’t know.

E George–GREAT emails. We talked on the phone. No, wait, HE talked on the phone. He went on and on about this one restaurant. I said, “maybe we should go there.” No response to that. I think we played phone tag,  one of which I totally avoided his call.

E Jay–Had a few dates. He was super, super nice. Older. They say nice guys finish last, and maybe this one did for me. You know I’m big on being a good conversationalist, and he was one! There was just no feelings there.

E Jeff–Hmm.. I don’t remember right now!

E Kevin W–Must have had another Kevin in here, since I have last initial. Not sure if we met.

E Kyle–Okay date at a beer place. We got into politics, religion and all that stuff pretty quickly. I think we both weren’t quite feeling it. Fun conversations, though.

E Marc–Oh, Marc. I think he was cheating on a GF with me. Said they hadn’t been dating all that long, but I don’t quite believe that. I really, really liked this one. We never even held hands. There were a few awkward hugs and after our convo on date three, I knew why. Oh… that other woman you’re dating. Makes sense.

E Michael–Hmm.. not sure which was which.

E Michael 2–Hmm..yeah, no idea.  I’m pretty sure it was one of the Michaels that sent me a text over Christmas. Something like, “I’m so blessed to have wondreful friends like you. Merry Christmas.” HA!!

E Michel–Oh, wow. This is the one who, when I went to the bathroom, yelled over his shoulder, “save me some!” He asked for date 2. Date 2 certainly did not happen. He also hugged WAAAAYY to hard. Like, woah. I need some air hugs.

E Mike–Works out at the same gym as me. Or did. Saw him the night before. I was sweaty nasty after a class, he was about to take the next class. A 6′7” African American kinda sticks out. He was easy to spot. I still wonder if I’ll see him sometimes.  We did meet. I think he was SUPER nervous and had a hard time keeping the ball rolling.

E Mo–Oh, Mo. Where was it you were from? Norway? Mo and I had the most BORING conversation EVER!! It was like pulling teeth. And I didn’t care to come up with converations topics. And this was just one phone conversation. Needless to say, we did not meet.

E Monroe–This is one of those where, had I been in a different place, he and I could have had a lot of fun together. He was such a neat guy. And I seriously dropped the friend bomb at the end of the first date. Damn. I think I missed out on that one.

E Sandeep–We met, we talked. It was fine. He emailed later with the “I don’t feel anything, good luck in your search” thing. Yeah, no surprise there.

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As I wrote that, I remembered there was one I met for drinks. It was not a good date, but we were both trying.  I emailed with the same thing that Sandeep sent me (basically) and he responded with “yeah, there really wasn’t much there.”

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So, there we go.  My most recent E dates. And when I say “most recent,” I mean ones that started just under a year ago. So go ahead and ask me about my dating.   When I say mediocre, I mean mediocre!  Sure made the good ones really good, though.

I’m ready to delete those names and get rid of them! I’m pretty sure none of them will be texting or calling any time soon.

Sleep well, my friend. And dream of large women.

July 11, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

The past two nights have been full of MAJOR dreamage. Like seriously crazy stuff. Some from last night, some from the night before, all surely significant. I don’t believe dreams are predicative, but I do believe they offer valuable insight to some of the stuff we can’t always quite get to.

I used two of my favorite dream dictionaries for these. I do have a few books I need to go back and look at.

First of all, I was with my mom, aunt and cousin. Suddenly, we knew the Apocalypse was happening. And we were having trouble saying the word apopcolptic. Apocalyptic. We said it several times. It was almost like the Rapture or something.

To dream of the apocalypse, signifies an emotional and dramatic change taken place within. The dream may also indicate the end of one kind of lifestyle and the beginning of another.

Such dreams can reflect anxiety about the future, such as many people experienced in connection with atomic war during the cold war. Even though such a war never came, the anxiety dogged many people’s lives for years. They also show the person inwardly recognising that enormous changes are occurring within them that will eventually produce shifts in the way they live and feel about themselves.

We ducked into an alley way, and were kinda high up. I checked around the corner to the left and saw a huge tidal wave coming (but we were safe because we were in the alley).

To see a tidal wave in your dream, represents an overwhelming emotional issue that demands attention. You may have been keeping your feelings and negative emotions bottled up inside for too long. On a positive note, the tidal wave symbolizes the clearing away of old beliefs.

After I ducked back in, there were a bunch of birds, to the right. But they were like poorly folded paper birds. It was almost as if they were from book covers.  I could only see them from behind. I thought maybe I was in a dream, so I pinched myself, thinking that if I pinched myself, I’d wake up. I did not and it was scary. I eventually woke up, but my eyes weren’t open yet and I knew I had been dreaming, my heart thumping.

There was also something about my hair dresser. I was going to see her. Her hair was cut short. My hair was weird. She slept in her chair. Whatever.

Another time I was IN a volcano. Yes, inside it. It started to erupt and me and the people I was with had to run. Running is another common element in my dreams. We were able to get outside of it and there were people near by, also running from the lava.

A breaking into consciousness of repressed urges, fears, terrors, or even insights and healing. Basically a healing process, but it can be disturbing.

To see a volcano in your dream, indicates that you are unable to control your emotions, particularly if the volcano is erupting. You are ready to burst. The end result may be damaging and hurtful, especially to those around you. If the volcano is dormant, then it represents past issues that have been resolved and put to the rest.

To see an eruption in your dream, signifies a forceful and jolting outpour of repressed thoughts or urges. You may also be experiencing an upheaval in your life.


Another time, I was in a house similar to the one in the Shining. Yes, with ghosts. I had to run though all these rooms and stairs and stuff. Like in the Shining, I wasn’t sure which were real and which weren’t.

Alternatively, ghosts are representative of something that is no longer obtainable or within reach. It indicates that you are feeling disconnected from life and society. Try to figure out what the ghosts wants or what it is looking for. Alternatively, the dream may be a calling for you to move on and abandon your outdated modes of thinking and behavior.

I was running because I had to get somewhere. Or I was meeting someone, or I had to get to him or her about the ghosts. I think I was running down stairs and I yelled, “NO!” at one of them. Like leave me alone, I need to get out of here. I think I was in a library, checking out books at one point, even as I was running. I think I talked to someone, pretty sure it was a ghost.

To dream that you are in a library, signifies your search for knowledge and your hunger for ideas. You may be trying to seek out new meanings to life or you need to study and evaluate your situation before taking action.

So between the apocalypse, volcanoes, ghosts, tidal waves and dreams so realistic I think maybe I’m dreaming, I’m ready for a night of dreams about my future husband or a villa in Italy or chocolate cake with buttercream frosting or something.

The reason this image is used is that when we feel enormous release of emotions such as might happen when we fall in love, have a baby, or are publicly condemned, our ego often feels carried along by the experience rather than in control. We may have learned how to ride such waves as surfers do. This requires confidence, daring and balance. If we can do it we can open ourselves to much greater range of feeling or change than if we felt threatened. Even happiness may be repressed due to feeling threatened. Anxiety or depression is one of these enormous waves that may threaten to engulf us, and so is one of the human conditions the tidal wave represents.

“She seems happy”

July 10, 2009 by coffeesp00ns

This past week, I was with the fam. I’ve got blogs to write about that, but mostly I would say, “I am SO lucky. SO lucky. My family is amazing.” (On this side, all alive, all (mostly) healthy, all loving and caring)

I spent my time at one of my favorite aunt’s places. She’s an amazing woman. I think I’d like her even if we didn’t share blood. She takes her role as godmother very seriously.

Not long after I got home, I received this email (via FB) from her:

This morning G— & I were talking about how much we enjoyed having you at our house. G— said, “She seems happy.” And I agree, and I also believe that when you have tended your own garden of happiness, that is when other forms of happiness are free to enter your life. The love of your life is out there, J— coming closer to you every day. And in the meantime, you are happily living your own rich life.

Have a great day, my sweetie!

Pretty great, huh? But it made me sad, too. I don’t feel happy. Or maybe I did when I was there. When I was there, I was a million miles from home, in thought, word and deed. House problems? Didn’t worry about them. Those bills? Didn’t think once about them. I was so relaxed when I was there. Although surrounded by family, which can be stressful, I never once felt stressed. I think the most annoyed I got was when my mom couldn’t figure out the remote for the TV when she couldn’t find “What Not to Wear.”

I ate brats and beer and bad hamburgers (from Culver’s). I went to the movies. I drank beer, I sang karaoke. I shopped, I bought. I ate cinnamon rolls and peanut butter M&Ms. I oohe and awwed over G’s fireworks. I danced with a sparkler while my family doo-doo’ed a song. I pushed my cousin’s kid on a tire swing. I read and stayed up late and slept in and watched HGTV with my cousin. I marveled at only turning on the AC once while there. I ate pancakes and drank good coffee.

So after this email, I thought. Am I happy? Am I? Because I sure don’t feel it. Or maybe right now I don’t feel it. I didn’t when I got that email.

I thought, am I happy and don’t realize it? or
am I not happy and just good at faking it?
Am I faking it till I make (ing) it?

Life’s good in the summertime. Very little stress (although lots of heat!), lots of time to do nothing, which exactly what I’ve done.

I have my happy moments and my not happy moments, it ebbs and flows. But on a whole, am I? If I have to *ask* if I’m happy, how can I be?

I am working on my garden. I’m working on cultivating it. I’m working on figuring things out. And maybe that’s what this summer is all about–figuring things out. Or at least relaxing a lot on the way there.