So over on Facebook, my sister-in-law (known around the blog and my every day life as Sis) challenged me to three blessings a day for five days. When I first saw it, I thought it was interesting and agreed to do it, moving it from my personal page to SCL’s page. If you haven’t seen it, please go check it out. But this morning I woke up and remembered that I had agreed to do it and decided to go ahead and get it taken care of this morning as Sir Joshimus and I were starting our morning. And this morning, I felt differently about it. Continue reading
So, I haven’t posted a Spiritual Saturday in (runs to check real quick) in over a year. Seems kind of ironic, or lazy. Or something. What has happened? So much, and yet not all that much. I had a crisis last year that bled over into this year. But not a crisis of faith. I don’t think I’ve had one of those since I was 14 and began walking down this path. But my reaction when I have a crisis is to withdraw within myself. This is based on my childhood where my self-expression was often harshly criticized by my father. Continue reading
As I lay in bed early this morning after Joshwa left for work (6am is early, unless I’m having a freaky sleep week – and I’m not), I was reading my Facebook feed. Now, my Facebook feed is full of things that matter to me – lactivism, intactivism, and natural birth; Pagans and Witches and Buddha; and family, humor, and friends. And at some point this morning, I read something that stuck out to me.
What advice would you give your younger self?
What advice would I give her? Love yourself more. But then, that’s a little too vague, isn’t it? Tell your parents to invest in Google. Okay, that one’s a little silly, but true.
In all honesty, the advice came to mind the moment I read it. Tell her. I would tell my younger self today to tell Momma that I was a Pagan. I know that may seem strange, with all the stories we’ve heard about teenagers – being shamed and having to hide their studies at best, or being kicked out of their homes at worst. But I’ve spent quite a bit of time over the last year stressing about having the religion discussion with my Momma. And it’s a discussion that I am getting more stressed about as my Momma is seeming to develop stronger religious convictions (as strong as can be imagined in a woman who never attends church) lately.
I know my Momma – at least the Momma that I lived with as a teenager. She would have likely tried to dissuade me, I know; but she would have accepted it – even if only as “it’s a phase”. And as I grew and didn’t grow out of the phase, she would have gradually accepted it. In fact, the reason I didn’t have the talk with my Momma at the time had nothing to do with my Momma; I was afraid of what my Daddy would do – granted, I was just plain afraid of my Daddy at that point in my life. But it seems the longer it goes on, the more it has become some “big secret” – thus adding the simple stress of no longer holding the secret – as well as Momma’s recent surge in religious leaning.
Surprisingly, I wouldn’t give myself any advice on doing things differently when it comes to boys – I can honestly say that I married my first love. And I wouldn’t give myself advice on doing things different about the friends I kept – I learned lessons that are invaluable to my life. I would tell myself to take that finance class that I passed on to take Biology my second year of college. I would tell myself to hold off on those invasive procedures between 19 and 21 and pass on the Gardasil shot. Oh, and love myself. Did I mention that already?
Strangely it seems for people my age, I respect the girl that I was. I won’t deny that I screwed up – it’s part of being a teen. But every screw up I learned from. And I wouldn’t trade those lessons, or where they led me when. I believe that Joshwa and I would have met anyway, but I don’t know how much more jaded and difficult I’d have been by then. By the way, I’d tell teenage me that it’s okay to be jaded – it served me well and kept me from being used by people who set out to do no more than that.
So tell me, what would you tell your younger self?
So lately I’ve kind of been lazy – I do Musical Mondays and Spiritual Saturdays, but that’s mostly it. And I’m about to start something new tomorrow – a 29 day Photo-A-Day, but more on that tomorrow. And – oddly for someone who blogs about daily life (since I’m not one of those awesome “subject bloggers”) – I’ve been keeping to myself about one of the most difficult and emotional times in my life. Continue reading
I mean Facebook! I created a Facebook page for my lovely blog. Right now it’s got no love, but that’s okay. You can see the like box over on the right, so please take a minute to like my blog and show me a little love. ^__^ Because, you know, I’m a shameless attention seeker (because I really don’t like the term attention whore). Continue reading
So, all hope is lost for this month. I started on Tuesday, which meant I was weepy and grouchy and hurting. Fun. And yesterday it was worse, but that’s par for the course for me. The good thing? Joshwa’s had two days off in a row. And he has two days off in a row next week! Crazy! And one of them is our anniversary! (yep, folks, our THIRD anniversary is next Thursday, but more about that later) Continue reading
So, growing up I’ve been fortunate to be surrounded by cousins. And I’m even more lucky in the fact that two of my cousins are my age (one is 6 months older, the other only 2) and one is a year younger. As we’ve grown up, the cousins on the one side and I just grew apart for various reasons. And on the other side, we never saw each other because my uncle, their father, was a preacher who always had to move and he took them to the other end of the state when we were still pretty young. Continue reading