Lazy Sunday
May 24th, 2009 § Leave a Comment
Jack and Charlie love Sundays because it is the day they get to do nothing all day long (not suprisingly, they are under the impression that every day is called Sunday.)
If you love someone…
May 23rd, 2009 § 2 Comments
I never knew how stupid love made you until I found someone worth being stupid over.
I’ve had relationships before. I’ve broken hearts and I’ve had my heart broken, but each time I was able to walk away and not look back. I found comfort in knowing they weren’t right for me and that another chance was just ahead. I’ve been told I’m too picky, and admittedly I am. But why is picky a bad thing? Marriage is no longer a necessity for survival. People can live alone, have babies alone, thrive alone. And, when the divorce rate is so tremendously high, shouldn’t that tell us that there are far too many people falling into marriage under clouded judgement? So I reason, there is no need to settle…living a full life doesn’t depend on whether you find someone to spend forever with.
I have let go of some pretty great guys because I wasn’t totally in love with them. I reason, that if I were to settle I would have sacraficed those relationships for nothing. I’ve invested too many tears and work to settle for something less than what I wanted. Giving up all that work, only because I got scared that time was running out for me, seemed counterproductive. Even though I stayed in some relationships much longer than I should have, I always knew in my heart which ones I had no business wasting time with. I stayed in those relationships for many of the same reasons that everyone stays in relationships even when they know they’re not happy. I believed they were my last chance, that noone else would want me or that I already invested so much time in that relationship, I couldn’t bear to have all that hard work go to waste. All of these reasons, are very sad reasons to stay with someone. Luckily, I always came to my senses and rolled the dice again hoping for my lucky number 7.
But then a broken heart, and for the first time in my life, losing someone that I didn’t want to lose, prompted me to look deeper within myself. This forced situation set me on a path of forensic study to determine what went wrong, in hopes that were we to get a second chance, I would be successful the second time around.
I will be the first to admit that the breakup made me go a little crazy. My need for control and worst case scenario thinking sent me into a spiral of emotion that I was only able to tolerate because I threw myself on top of family and friends. I was able to walk away from all previous relationships, but this one I couldn’t. This one was different.
And so, this heartbreak set me on a journey which led me to some very interesting places. After I was able to peel myself off of my couch, I went to a palm reader, a counselor and my friends. I needed to talk to them about how I was feeling and I needed the conversation to fill the silence and quiet obsessing going on in my head. While this openness takes either a huge amount of humility or a fair amount of insanity, this openness taught me some very interesting things. The most important thing I came to realize last week, was that I have little to no working knowledge of the fundamentals on how to make a relationship work. Whenever something got tough or required compromise or acceptance, I left. It has always been easy to leave and to move on but I am lucky to have finally found someone that I didn’t want to move on from. And, now I am even luckier because that someone doesn’t want to move on from me. I still have a great deal to learn about relationships, the most important step is admitting that. I am at a new beginning and am blessed to have someone who wants to go on it with me. And more importantly, someone I want by my side for the journey.
Capri Sun and Orange Slices
May 21st, 2009 § Leave a Comment
When I was seven and on the Shamrock’s soccer team, I remember my coach telling me I needed to be aggressive and it was my duty to protect our goalie. 23 years later, I have been told I am too aggressive, too strong willed, uncontrollable and too hard on things. I blame all these traits on the direction I received from him.
Admittedly I am not graceful. I break cell phones merely by touching them, no electronic device comes out of my posession unscathed, I ruin any item of clothing I have that is labeled “delicate”, I have too many speeding tickets to count and I often have bruises from unknown origin.
I have the desire to be really good at one thing. I don’t know if it stems from watching too much American Idol or Dancing with the Stars but I often think if I could just focus on honing my skills in one particular area I could potentially be amazing at that one thing.
Instead, I am mildly good at many things. I am a wealth of random information, I am somewhat artistic but will never expect to have an art exhibit, I have come to accept that my singing is best appreciated when on mute. I can hold my own rock climbing, dirtbike riding and scuba diving but cannot do any of these things well enough to be impressive. I am good at many things but my search to be great at one thing continues.
This brings me to my point.
I began playing soccer at a very young age. Like all other good Orange County children, I joined AYSO where at the end of every season, everyone received a trophy. No matter if you actually played well, or chose to pass time picking flowers and braiding your teammates hair as the soccer ball rolled past you…in AYSO everyone wins. I played soccer for many years and then, when it came time to decide if I wanted to really get amazing at playing or to quit, well I chose to move on to find other things to become mildly good at.
Now, at 31 years old I decided I really wanted to play soccer again. I joined a co-ed league with high hopes to rediscover my love for the game and uncover my hidden talents of soccer. I have been playing now for 6 months, and sadly my talent remains hidden. Each game I am huffing and puffing down the field, running full speed at the opponents only to find that by the time I reach them, they no longer have the ball. Playing soccer as an adult is much different than it was when I was young. A lot of the men have beer bellys, some of the women have thighs that jiggle when they run, the stamina in the players is much less than I remember, yet still I cannot seem to make a goal to save my life. My only hope is to convince one of my teammates to let me braid their hair on the field…now that was the part of soccer I was great at!
