Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label health. Show all posts
Thursday, April 23, 2015
Sunday, March 29, 2015
Streamlining
There comes a moment when all of the voices
in your life become too loud.
My rapper friend L.T.Z. has a song with this chorus: “My mom’s friends say ‘Do what makes you happy.’ My pop’s friends say ‘You look just like your daddy.’ My high school friends say, ‘Man, you still rappin’?’ What kind of friend you gon’ be when you look at me?”
We all live under multiple sets of expectations:
All the different streams of advice can become overwhelming.
None of these people are trying to hurt us. In the worst case scenario, they have a misguided understanding of our role in the world and think we need to behave how they say in order to keep the globe on its axis. They mean well. They most likely are under the distinct opinion that this course of action will make you happiest.
But when your boss wants you to take on another project that could lead to a promotion, and your husband wants you to spend more one-on-one time with both him and your middle daughter, and your pastor wants you to lead a small group, you have to look at your calendar and the bags under your eyes and understand that not every person’s advice is relevant at this moment. Something has to yield.
(In my example, it probably seems obvious to choose family, but our choices aren’t always obvious.)
When faced with several opportunities to do something good, which do you pick? When forced to put one thing you love in front of something else you love, which do you pick?
This is when it’s best to respectfully thank all your wise voices for their advice and get on your knees with your Bible open. Only God can show you which task or relationship needs your attention right now. Life is about balance and everything has its time and season. Every person and every task has seasons of yes, no, and wait.
Lao Tzu is credited with saying, “At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”
My rapper friend L.T.Z. has a song with this chorus: “My mom’s friends say ‘Do what makes you happy.’ My pop’s friends say ‘You look just like your daddy.’ My high school friends say, ‘Man, you still rappin’?’ What kind of friend you gon’ be when you look at me?”
We all live under multiple sets of expectations:
- Our parents want us to do certain things – and we are lucky when both parents want the same thing.
- Our spouses want us to do certain things.
- Our bosses want us to do certain extracurricular things.
- Our pastors want us to do certain things.
- Our fitness trainers
- Our dietitians
- Our neighbors
- Our fellow-PTA members
- Our mentors.
All the different streams of advice can become overwhelming.
None of these people are trying to hurt us. In the worst case scenario, they have a misguided understanding of our role in the world and think we need to behave how they say in order to keep the globe on its axis. They mean well. They most likely are under the distinct opinion that this course of action will make you happiest.
But when your boss wants you to take on another project that could lead to a promotion, and your husband wants you to spend more one-on-one time with both him and your middle daughter, and your pastor wants you to lead a small group, you have to look at your calendar and the bags under your eyes and understand that not every person’s advice is relevant at this moment. Something has to yield.
(In my example, it probably seems obvious to choose family, but our choices aren’t always obvious.)
When faced with several opportunities to do something good, which do you pick? When forced to put one thing you love in front of something else you love, which do you pick?
This is when it’s best to respectfully thank all your wise voices for their advice and get on your knees with your Bible open. Only God can show you which task or relationship needs your attention right now. Life is about balance and everything has its time and season. Every person and every task has seasons of yes, no, and wait.
Lao Tzu is credited with saying, “At the center of your being you have the answer; you know who you are and you know what you want.”
I am guilty of “loving too much,” being interested in and excited by almost anything. I want to be a teacher whose kids pass their state tests with flying colors and can brilliantly analyze Ayn Rand and Stephenie Meyer and X-Men. I want to be on the national list of dope poets, listen to all the rap music and a spattering of all other music, and make the leaderboard of Younique cosmetics presenters. I want to do yoga every damn day, distribute Shaklee health products, coach high school cheer, and rock healthy, huge, natural hair. I want to co-lead a small group of Christ-followers who are doing everything they can to make earth look like heaven. And I want to marry a dark-skinned African and have at least three smart, artistic, athletic, loving, well-adjusted kids who function well as a team. And read 50 books in a year (or 25 books every year). And fill out a March Madness bracket as someone who knows which teams are good. And run a 5k. And be a weekday vegan who cooks 90% of the meals at home.
Are you starting to see my problem? There’s almost no way in the world to accomplish all these goals at once. This is a bucket list. This might be a bucket list and a half, despite the fact that I plan to live to be 100. And different people from different areas of my life want me to accomplish each of these goals sooner rather than later.
I’m reminded of a scene in the movie Uptown Girls. Brittany Murphy’s character has a bunch of possessions she claims to love, but she is recently broke and needs the income that selling many of them would bring in. Her friend tells her she must “streamline. Find your center.” She means: not everything here is truly important to you. Some of it can be “sold” to “pay for” something that is closer to the core of who you are.
Some of us spend too much time underneath others’ words and we have forgotten the strength and intelligence of our highest selves, the selves who are closest to God, who have His words hidden in our hearts. Some of us have become too invested in things and people that are not essential to us reaching our most important goals.
When confusion comes, take in all the advice, take inventory of all your baggage, then sit down with nothing but the truth and figure out what is truly attached to your core.
#iLoveMyCore
Sunday, November 2, 2014
You Don't Have to Try So Hard
As a follow-up to my last post, I have not been trying so hard.
Aside from the wedding I went to, I have not worn any makeup other than eye liner and mascara in three weeks.
If I'm being honest, I miss the compliments.
But I like the time I spend thinking more about God or about school in the mornings.
I won't say this is because I haven't been wearing makeup, but doors have been opening up for me. I know at least one of those doors opened because I was discussing my return to my natural state with someone.
I've spent more time writing, more time working out, more time journaling.
This photo was taken today while I was working on a project with a friend. Before I left my house (15 minutes late), I thought about putting on a whole face of makeup, but decided it was unnecessary. I guess I knew in my gut that we would take photos. When my friend starting taking candids of me while I was writing, I said, "If I'd known you wanted to take pics, I'd have been cuter." He said "You don't have to be cute to make history." I'd have preferred he say, "You're cute enough already." But, what he did say is true. I also know I will look back in twenty years and either think "I should have fixed my hair and worn makeup" or think "That was when I stopped caring so much about my outward appearance. I cared more about what I was doing than how I looked doing it."
For this perspective and for a huge spiritual step in the right direction, I thank my friend Maria Atkinson who beautifully walks around Haiti wearing no makeup, hair sometimes in dreadlocks or cornrows, and sometimes in a pixie cut, loving people to life. You are beautiful. If people begin to be able to look at me and see anything like what I see when I look at you then I will consider myself a success.
My conclusion is that Colbie was right: you don't have to try so hard. You definitely don't have to give it all away.
She was also wrong, because there are some things you should try at, some things you should let break you. I've decided to try and walk a few miles a few times a week, and do yoga on the off days if not every day. I've decided to try and eat only food that will nourish me. In fact, my mom and I are doing a 5-Day Reset with Shaklee starting tomorrow. Then extreme clean eating until Thanksgiving when I'll assess my progress.
I think what I really learned is that you have to try at the right things. And the real message is that you don't have to fit into someone else's mold. I don't have to be a glamor girl. I genuinely like pretty and pink and sparkles and fashion, but I like them better when I'm healthier. Until I'm healthy, it's like dressing up a garbage can. That doesn't make much sense.
Thank you for the burst of inspiration today from Carlie, @RegularGirlFitness (on Instagram), also.
And I need to remain focused on the spiritual, the eternal, also. If I was there, and we talked, and we prayed, and we felt God together, does it matter how I looked? I think, not really.
"Do you like you?"
Aside from the wedding I went to, I have not worn any makeup other than eye liner and mascara in three weeks.
If I'm being honest, I miss the compliments.
But I like the time I spend thinking more about God or about school in the mornings.
I won't say this is because I haven't been wearing makeup, but doors have been opening up for me. I know at least one of those doors opened because I was discussing my return to my natural state with someone.
I've spent more time writing, more time working out, more time journaling.
This photo was taken today while I was working on a project with a friend. Before I left my house (15 minutes late), I thought about putting on a whole face of makeup, but decided it was unnecessary. I guess I knew in my gut that we would take photos. When my friend starting taking candids of me while I was writing, I said, "If I'd known you wanted to take pics, I'd have been cuter." He said "You don't have to be cute to make history." I'd have preferred he say, "You're cute enough already." But, what he did say is true. I also know I will look back in twenty years and either think "I should have fixed my hair and worn makeup" or think "That was when I stopped caring so much about my outward appearance. I cared more about what I was doing than how I looked doing it."
For this perspective and for a huge spiritual step in the right direction, I thank my friend Maria Atkinson who beautifully walks around Haiti wearing no makeup, hair sometimes in dreadlocks or cornrows, and sometimes in a pixie cut, loving people to life. You are beautiful. If people begin to be able to look at me and see anything like what I see when I look at you then I will consider myself a success.
My conclusion is that Colbie was right: you don't have to try so hard. You definitely don't have to give it all away.
She was also wrong, because there are some things you should try at, some things you should let break you. I've decided to try and walk a few miles a few times a week, and do yoga on the off days if not every day. I've decided to try and eat only food that will nourish me. In fact, my mom and I are doing a 5-Day Reset with Shaklee starting tomorrow. Then extreme clean eating until Thanksgiving when I'll assess my progress.
I think what I really learned is that you have to try at the right things. And the real message is that you don't have to fit into someone else's mold. I don't have to be a glamor girl. I genuinely like pretty and pink and sparkles and fashion, but I like them better when I'm healthier. Until I'm healthy, it's like dressing up a garbage can. That doesn't make much sense.
Thank you for the burst of inspiration today from Carlie, @RegularGirlFitness (on Instagram), also.
And I need to remain focused on the spiritual, the eternal, also. If I was there, and we talked, and we prayed, and we felt God together, does it matter how I looked? I think, not really.
"Do you like you?"
Monday, October 13, 2014
Just Get Up
Is this true or is it a lie?
She sings so beautifully and she looks so sincere. But is she lying?
"You don't have to try so hard.
You don't have to give it all away.
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up.
You don't have to change a single thing.
You don't have to try so hard.
You don't have to bend until you break.
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up.
You don't have to change a single thing.
You don't have to try..."
Because even the sweetest of people want you to stop eating meat or stop eating sugar or start working out or work out more. They want you to wear this or that, keep chemicals on or off your hair. They want you to cover up more or less.
If this were true, it would revolutionize my world.
I love pink and sparkles, makeup and fashion...
...because I like external things to tell me I'm pretty.
Without makeup, you can see the stress blemishes on my skin and the dark circles from no sleep under my eyes.
Without enough cute clothes you can see all the extra pounds I carry around because I eat my emotions.
I would give anything to be able to just get up and go...and not feel ugly.
Last week, a coworker of mine saw me - wearing no makeup and my glasses - and said, "Oh you don't have on all your eye makeup today. I always look forward to your eyes." I told my coworker, "It takes me 30 minutes to put my face on. I chose to sleep today." And, even though I forgot to set my alarm this morning, I still put on my full face this morning, so I wouldn't disappoint.
I fought with someone I consider a friend because I was trying with everything in me to change my body and she was trying to help and it wasn't working. I missed out on her light for weeks because of that. Even now when I see her, I sometimes have to close my eyes to remember that she is a beautiful soul and not just a hot body.
I have a family member whose most distinguishing factor to me is that she is always either on a food challenge or a fitness challenge. Always. Sometimes both.
And before someone makes this argument, I am not saying that health doesn't matter. It does. It definitely does. But when you already feel pressure from every angle, the pressure to be healthy is not separate. It's all just pressure.
I have been lying/evading/covering this up for almost a year...I have serious food issues. I punish myself with food. I either over-eat on purpose as punishment or I starve myself for the same reasons. I have cried over many meals.
Thank you to my sweet friend, Bekah, for sharing her story on this topic.
Today I threw a fit because my Old Navy account had a glitch and I couldn't buy $200 worth of clothes. I have parent teacher conferences tomorrow and I wanted to look adorable.
I wish the girl pictured above got as many compliments and likes as the girl with the awesome mascara or the cute outfits.
I want to stop trying.
I have never been more afraid of anything.
I also need to apologize to everyone I have ever made feel like they needed more makeup, cuter or different hair, or any kind of change in order to be pretty. I never meant to be malicious, but I was applying the same rules to you that I am suffering under. I pray you didn't suffer under my word. I am so sorry. You don't have to try.
Endnote: If I had to pick ONE thing that I believe is worth the effort and conformity, it would be the food I find and take in. If you had to pick ONE thing to try, which would it be?
Thursday, May 29, 2014
Six Months Later
In my last post, my New Year's post, I didn't mention much about school because I was a little emotionally overwhelmed about it. They took me out of my on-level English classes with 90 students and put me in a co-taught special education classroom with 30 students. They said it was because I was inexperienced. Last month, they didn't offer me a contract to return on the premise that I didn't have enough experience.
Because God is awesome and He makes provisions for you before you know you need them, I was offered an interview from a small independent African American district before I even knew they weren't asking me back. I was asked, interviewed, and hired directly by the superintendent. She saw me performing poetry at Urban Roots and thought I might be a good match. I'll be teaching on-level English and one or two creative writing or poetry classes. It's an awesome opportunity! I'm so excited!
I published my poetry chapbook The Risk to Bloom and have sold several copies. I had a feature show that I got paid for (that's three now!) and I booked another feature. I am in talks with three other potential features. I have a ton of video from these shows but I haven't had time to edit and publish it yet.
I have been asked to write for a group called Soul Medicine. I will post a link and more information about that soon.
I have done a ton more praying and seeking. I have received several revelations about myself, my future, who God wants me to marry and what He wants me to do in the meantime. God is good. I am currently reading The Utter Relief of Holiness by John Eldredge. I'm going to make another attempt at reading The Daniel Plan by Rick Warren. If you have any other books written by Christians about health, feel free to recommend them.
I have not yet developed a daily without fail prayer and Bible study time. Sometimes I skip a day and other days I'm in it for 2-6 hours. I am inconsistent.
My health is all over the place. I don't eat well. I do exercise regularly, but that is offset by my lack of nutrition and sleep.
My summer goals are these:
1) Read Judges, 2 Samuel, 1 and 2 Kings at least. Maybe 1 and 2 Chronicles also.
2) Find good recipes, make good, clean, healthy food and eat regularly.
3) Find a good workout regimen with RIPPED, zumba, and yoga.
4) Read novels, excerpts, and other things for school unit prep.
a) I will keep my book list on my blog and update it with reviews.
5) Travel and perform
a) Right now Dallas, Houston, Kansas City, Baltimore, DC, and New York are on the list. That's probably enough for one summer, but you never know what's going to happen.
6) Tutor
7) Draft my nonfiction book and write good, short things
Because God is awesome and He makes provisions for you before you know you need them, I was offered an interview from a small independent African American district before I even knew they weren't asking me back. I was asked, interviewed, and hired directly by the superintendent. She saw me performing poetry at Urban Roots and thought I might be a good match. I'll be teaching on-level English and one or two creative writing or poetry classes. It's an awesome opportunity! I'm so excited!
I published my poetry chapbook The Risk to Bloom and have sold several copies. I had a feature show that I got paid for (that's three now!) and I booked another feature. I am in talks with three other potential features. I have a ton of video from these shows but I haven't had time to edit and publish it yet.
I have been asked to write for a group called Soul Medicine. I will post a link and more information about that soon.
I have done a ton more praying and seeking. I have received several revelations about myself, my future, who God wants me to marry and what He wants me to do in the meantime. God is good. I am currently reading The Utter Relief of Holiness by John Eldredge. I'm going to make another attempt at reading The Daniel Plan by Rick Warren. If you have any other books written by Christians about health, feel free to recommend them.
I have not yet developed a daily without fail prayer and Bible study time. Sometimes I skip a day and other days I'm in it for 2-6 hours. I am inconsistent.
My health is all over the place. I don't eat well. I do exercise regularly, but that is offset by my lack of nutrition and sleep.
My summer goals are these:
1) Read Judges, 2 Samuel, 1 and 2 Kings at least. Maybe 1 and 2 Chronicles also.
2) Find good recipes, make good, clean, healthy food and eat regularly.
3) Find a good workout regimen with RIPPED, zumba, and yoga.
4) Read novels, excerpts, and other things for school unit prep.
a) I will keep my book list on my blog and update it with reviews.
5) Travel and perform
a) Right now Dallas, Houston, Kansas City, Baltimore, DC, and New York are on the list. That's probably enough for one summer, but you never know what's going to happen.
6) Tutor
7) Draft my nonfiction book and write good, short things
Saturday, November 9, 2013
Sacrifice, Identity, and the Real You
This blog started with me discussing sacrifice in terms of fitness and body image. Now sacrifice is manifesting in a different way.
In the few weeks since my last post,
- I have been planning a really great unit with my team teachers on the topic of language and identity. I could teach different aspects of this all year, so I'm really really excited.
- I had also been not working out due to a side oblique strain. Since I wasn't working out, I was stress-eating. Bleh.
- I also had my boss tell me that I'm "making a lot of first-year mistakes" which I took as I'm sucking as a teacher.
- I also turned in a really horrid paper for my grad class and realized that I had no idea what I was doing for the upcoming paper in my other grad class.
- I had a really really refreshing and amazing coffee date with my friend Ericka.
- I performed twice and went to show where a fellow poet invited me to Tulsa to perform.
- I had a Twilight marathon with my Sheri and realized how much I miss her.
In looking at my life, I realized that there were a lot of things out of order. Writing and performing doesn't really get to exit my life again (unless I hear it very authoritatively from the voice of God). It's who I am, who He made me. And I don't devote enough time to rehearsing.
On the other hand, I was spending an exorbitant amount of time on something He never called me to, something I ran to out of fear of the future and pride of the past. Grad school is not a part of my right now. I never intended, and I don't think God ever intended, for me to be in grad school while I am a first-year teacher. One of them would suffer. In reality, both of them suffered.
And my body suffered. Part of my injury was lack of rest.
My stress-eating was, duh, stress-induced.
And my relationship with God suffered.
And my students suffered. My classroom management consultant friend kept reminding me that my students are "human beings not human doings." I realized that I ask them to DO a ton and don't ask them to BE much at all. And that also helped me remind myself that I am a human being not a human doing.
And the most rewarding spaces of being for me are these:
So I looked at my situation and how I feel after every activity on my schedule and realized what needed to go. Grad school. Please don't think that I am quitting because that's the easier thing to do - it's not. And don't think that I am quitting because what I am learning is superfluous - it's not. I have gotten so many wonderful ideas for my classroom based on what I was studying. But, like I said in my previous posts on this topic - sacrifice is giving up something you want for something you want more. It's not a sacrifice if it's something you didn't really care about. What I want more is to be a good teacher, one that encourages students to BE great, not just pass their tests. What I want more is to be a good performer, someone who speaks to people's souls - their minds, wills, and emotions. What I want more is to have time to love on people - old friends and new ones. What I want more is to have time to love on God. What I want more is to be healthy in my eating and my exercising and my stress levels. So that's what I'm doing. I am freeing myself to BE who I am. Several weeks ago in church I came upon an incredible realization - a rhema word (a revelation, divinely revealed knowledge). WHATEVER YOU ARE HOPING AND PRAYING TO BECOME, YOU ALREADY ARE. Underneath the layers of self-doubt and fear, of self-sabotage and undue restraint, of pain and rejection, of bad relationships and lack of inspiration you are exactly who you ought to be. You just have to wake up in the morning and be that great mom - like my friend Jessica, that memorable artist - like so many I know and love, that incredible friend and lover (in a romantic way, or just to the world) - like Charmaine, that inspiring teacher - like Drew and Jordan, that dad that defies all the statistics - like Casanova and Jeremy. That is who you are, NOT who you have to become. You might be looking at this and thinking that's a bold-faced lie. It's not. The way to BE who you are on the inside (even if you previously haven't been on the outside) is to emotionally rest and do all the things that person would do. If the best dad doesn't smoke and you do, then wake up and refuse the cigarette. If the best mom is a confident role model for her daughters, then wake up, look in the mirror and find something to love. If the best teacher doesn't ever yell at his kids, then decide on a calming strategy and use it in the classroom today. Don't worry about the past. Don't worry about your tendencies or your shortcomings. Just get up and do what you ought to. I'm off to grade papers, because good teachers turn in their grades on time. I hope your today is filled with something that helps you be the best version of yourself, in other words, be the real you.
These photos are where I can be the best version of myself.
Ever since I left OCU, school has never been the BEST version of me, just a version where I am used to excelling.
Friday, October 18, 2013
I Can't Give Up Now
I am guilty of a couple of things.
Several things really, but at this moment, relevant to this blog post, a couple of things:
1) glossing over the bad news and
2) being arrogant enough to think there will always be good news to report.
The reason it's been so long since I posted is because it's been so long since I've felt like I'm making progress on being WHOLLY successful and because if there has been a moment when I felt that, I haven't had time to write about it.
First year teacher - it's rough. I knew it would be rough. It is NOT rougher than I thought it would be. I'm just lonelier than I thought I would be. I thought they would be the problem, not me. But it's basically all me.
My first problem was having too much on my plate and not devoting enough time to my students. My second problem was treating them like a bunch of adolescent problems to be solved and forgetting to love them. Right now, I just want to go hug all of them and convince them that they can make it. Too bad I'm not supposed to ever touch them. I have a lot of work to do this upcoming week, but I think I can do it. With God's help of course.
Weight loss, health and fitness - it was getting good. I was feeling better. I was seeing results. Now it's really rough because I have had to spend this week recovering from an injury. I believe that I am fine and that Monday when I start working out again, I'll be fine, but I am also PISSED. Normally I can't make myself workout. Then I make myself workout a lot and hard and I over-exert my left side oblique. It makes me very angry. The devil is a punk.
On top of that, I am an emotional eater. I think I have mentioned that before. It is so out of control. I honestly believe some days that ice cream or french fries or pop will solve the problem. It's insane. So I have definitely been eating my anger this week. I don't think I'm even going to look at the scale until Wednesday or so.
I have written some here and there. I read at the open mic on Tuesday night. I booked a show for Nov. 1st and another for Nov. 30th so that's pretty dope. I have a lot of rehearsing I need to do. I'm getting into the church arts scene which is great because that's where the anointing is. It is also scary because if you know my work, it is more real than it is holy. But that's why I'm writing new pieces.
My book is not THAT much closer to being published. It is a little. But not really. I'm searching anew for motivation for it. I'm finding it in the memories of how unaccomplished I feel. I have to finally do something.
I am so swamped with the aforementioned things and giving grad school just a teensy bit of energy that I am not at all a good business woman. I'm supposed to be building bridges for others and really I'm dangling over the edge of a cliff myself.
I'm listening to this song by Mary Mary "Can't Give Up Now" on repeat. The album is from 2000. I feel like this was one of my don't-kill-yourself songs in junior high. It's great because it doesn't gloss over anything - the way I am guilty of. It doesn't sugarcoat. It accepts responsibility and gives hope. But the hope isn't some shiny thing made from far away dreams and infinite possibility. The hope is grounded only in the unflinching character of God.
"There will be mountains that I will have to climb
And there will be battles that I will have to fight
But victory or defeat, it's up to me to decide
But how can I expect to win If I never try.
I just can't give up now
I've come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
And I don't believe he brought me this far to leave me
Never said there wouldn't be trials
Never said I wouldn't fall
Never said that everything would go the way I want it to go
But when my back is against the wall
And i feel all hope is gone,
I'll just lift my head up to the sky
And say help me to be strong
I just can't give up now
I've come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
And I don't believe he brought me this far to leave me
Several things really, but at this moment, relevant to this blog post, a couple of things:
1) glossing over the bad news and
2) being arrogant enough to think there will always be good news to report.
The reason it's been so long since I posted is because it's been so long since I've felt like I'm making progress on being WHOLLY successful and because if there has been a moment when I felt that, I haven't had time to write about it.
First year teacher - it's rough. I knew it would be rough. It is NOT rougher than I thought it would be. I'm just lonelier than I thought I would be. I thought they would be the problem, not me. But it's basically all me.
My first problem was having too much on my plate and not devoting enough time to my students. My second problem was treating them like a bunch of adolescent problems to be solved and forgetting to love them. Right now, I just want to go hug all of them and convince them that they can make it. Too bad I'm not supposed to ever touch them. I have a lot of work to do this upcoming week, but I think I can do it. With God's help of course.
Weight loss, health and fitness - it was getting good. I was feeling better. I was seeing results. Now it's really rough because I have had to spend this week recovering from an injury. I believe that I am fine and that Monday when I start working out again, I'll be fine, but I am also PISSED. Normally I can't make myself workout. Then I make myself workout a lot and hard and I over-exert my left side oblique. It makes me very angry. The devil is a punk.
On top of that, I am an emotional eater. I think I have mentioned that before. It is so out of control. I honestly believe some days that ice cream or french fries or pop will solve the problem. It's insane. So I have definitely been eating my anger this week. I don't think I'm even going to look at the scale until Wednesday or so.
I have written some here and there. I read at the open mic on Tuesday night. I booked a show for Nov. 1st and another for Nov. 30th so that's pretty dope. I have a lot of rehearsing I need to do. I'm getting into the church arts scene which is great because that's where the anointing is. It is also scary because if you know my work, it is more real than it is holy. But that's why I'm writing new pieces.
My book is not THAT much closer to being published. It is a little. But not really. I'm searching anew for motivation for it. I'm finding it in the memories of how unaccomplished I feel. I have to finally do something.
I am so swamped with the aforementioned things and giving grad school just a teensy bit of energy that I am not at all a good business woman. I'm supposed to be building bridges for others and really I'm dangling over the edge of a cliff myself.
I'm listening to this song by Mary Mary "Can't Give Up Now" on repeat. The album is from 2000. I feel like this was one of my don't-kill-yourself songs in junior high. It's great because it doesn't gloss over anything - the way I am guilty of. It doesn't sugarcoat. It accepts responsibility and gives hope. But the hope isn't some shiny thing made from far away dreams and infinite possibility. The hope is grounded only in the unflinching character of God.
"There will be mountains that I will have to climb
And there will be battles that I will have to fight
But victory or defeat, it's up to me to decide
But how can I expect to win If I never try.
I just can't give up now
I've come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
And I don't believe he brought me this far to leave me
Never said there wouldn't be trials
Never said I wouldn't fall
Never said that everything would go the way I want it to go
But when my back is against the wall
And i feel all hope is gone,
I'll just lift my head up to the sky
And say help me to be strong
I just can't give up now
I've come too far from where I started from
Nobody told me the road would be easy
And I don't believe he brought me this far to leave me
If it were up to me, I'd give up. If it was just me fighting, I'd give up. But...at the end of it all...even though I'm limping and broken and a little beaten...I can't believe He's brought me this far to leave me. He's too good of a God for that. He has shown His loving kindness to me too many times for that. He never wastes a hurt. His ways are higher. He must have something on the other side. I trust Him not to be leading me astray. After everything else we've been through, after all the other times He's pulled me higher and made me stronger, as far away as some of my older trials look now...I have to believe that He is just taking me higher. He's making me like gold purified in the flames. I can't quit on His process. He's been too good for that.
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Monday, September 9, 2013
Let's Get Started
It's Monday, Sept. 9! Go weigh and measure yourself and sign up at myfitnesspal.com. Send an email to LW4PC@outlook.com and check out my cousin's blog for all the info.
If you want to see my thoughts and feelings on the process, look at najjustiz.tumblr.com . I'm not going to post them here.
If you have 10 mins, watch this video. If not, just do the steps I said above. This video is from last week, but don't be alarmed by the date. Just watch and join us!
If you want to see my thoughts and feelings on the process, look at najjustiz.tumblr.com . I'm not going to post them here.
If you have 10 mins, watch this video. If not, just do the steps I said above. This video is from last week, but don't be alarmed by the date. Just watch and join us!
Mistakes: Sept. 9 to Dec 30 is 15 weeks - two weeks longer than Shaklee's Turnaround program. Also, the metabolic boosting supplement is taken thrice daily, not once.
NOTE: You can - and I would love you to - join this challenge even without buying any product. But if you want product, I have some! And it's what I'm using.
Friday, September 6, 2013
Countdown to the New Year
Please pause for a break in our regularly scheduled programming.
I am not done with the identity series. I still want to tell you about womanhood and being a writer. Unfortunately I need to first tell you about race and "the N word"...BUT before all that.....
If there was one more thing I wanted to do by the end of the year, it would be lose several pounds. I know I talk about health on here a lot, and you're probably like: "why doesn't she get it together already?" But I am trying. I am a busy busy woman.
But thanks to my sweet cousin Autumn, over at My Fat 2 Fit Life, I am ready to go full speed ahead. And I think you should join me. Check out this video.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Please let me know.
I am not done with the identity series. I still want to tell you about womanhood and being a writer. Unfortunately I need to first tell you about race and "the N word"...BUT before all that.....
If there was one more thing I wanted to do by the end of the year, it would be lose several pounds. I know I talk about health on here a lot, and you're probably like: "why doesn't she get it together already?" But I am trying. I am a busy busy woman.
But thanks to my sweet cousin Autumn, over at My Fat 2 Fit Life, I am ready to go full speed ahead. And I think you should join me. Check out this video.
Questions? Comments? Concerns? Please let me know.
Sunday, August 18, 2013
Identity: Teacher
Here's another video. I basically just ramble about being a teacher and what the first almost week was like.
I will film an update this week, because it took me way too many days to edit this.
Note: I love the Teach So Hard movement and following other teachers on social networks. It's nice to have support.
Things are good still.
I'm taking this week away from TV and movies to pray more and get my schedule worked out. (I'm gonna have to ask my cousin to DVR Graceland.) Grad school starts this week too. I'm behind on everything. This past week was a sleepy, not totally productive week. Better this upcoming week, I know!
I will film an update this week, because it took me way too many days to edit this.
Note: I love the Teach So Hard movement and following other teachers on social networks. It's nice to have support.
Things are good still.
I'm taking this week away from TV and movies to pray more and get my schedule worked out. (I'm gonna have to ask my cousin to DVR Graceland.) Grad school starts this week too. I'm behind on everything. This past week was a sleepy, not totally productive week. Better this upcoming week, I know!
Friday, July 12, 2013
Writer, Bridge Builder
I apologize for the long delay between posts. And for picking it back up on a Friday when people aren't really online that much.
I had opened a discussion about identity. Who do you identify as?
Today I'm going to discuss the aspect of my identity that is a writer, and why.
Many people say I over-think. My rebuttal is that it's because I'm a writer. When I don't export my thoughts onto the page, they run circles in my head and it makes conversations with friends a little confusing. That's part of the reason for this blog.
Also, I believe that the thoughts I have are probably similar to the thoughts some other young women have. So if I can think clearly about a topic and write about it, maybe I can help someone else think clearer.
I want to help you get from here to there, from please to thank you, from amen (so let it be) to there it is. Wherever you are in life right now, no matter how great or terrible, there is a better place. I want to help you get there. For me, writing (and to a vaguely lesser degree, performing and speaking or preaching) is how I show people the bridge from where you are to where you want to be. A blog post, a poem, a story, a book can be your bridge.
That's why I teach high school, to help kids get from childhood to adulthood.
That's why I teach reading/English/language arts, because if there is nothing else available, there will always be a public library with Bibles, books and periodicals to help you build your bridge.
That's why I write, to move people from one emotional or intellectual place to the next.
That's why I perform, to draw out people's feelings and inspire them to take the next step.
This is my heart, my calling, my ministry.
Health and finances are my personal areas of struggle where I needed someone or something to help me build my own bridge, and help me walk across it. I am embarking on a journey to tackle both of those areas of opportunity at once. When I get to the other side, I can tell my story. I need to be healthier so I can live a long life telling and retelling the story, helping people build. I need to be more financially stable so that I have freedom to travel and give into the ministry and Kingdom.
I'm trying to get like my friend Jabee: "Build a bridge and get over it. I went from never leaving home to flying over it."
I had opened a discussion about identity. Who do you identify as?
Today I'm going to discuss the aspect of my identity that is a writer, and why.
"Write what disturbs you, what you fear, what you have not been willing to speak about. Be willing to be split open." - Natalie Goldberg, Writing Down the Bones: Freeing the Writer Within
Why write what's disturbing and scary? Sometimes so I can get it out of myself. Sometimes what we are silent about settles in our bodies and festers creating not only unhappiness, but sickness. Sometimes you have to split open and empty out before you can begin to heal.
"Writing is thinking. To write well is to think clearly. That’s why it’s so hard." - David McCullough
Many people say I over-think. My rebuttal is that it's because I'm a writer. When I don't export my thoughts onto the page, they run circles in my head and it makes conversations with friends a little confusing. That's part of the reason for this blog.
Also, I believe that the thoughts I have are probably similar to the thoughts some other young women have. So if I can think clearly about a topic and write about it, maybe I can help someone else think clearer.
"There
are books of the same chemical composition as dynamite. The only
difference is that a piece of dynamite explodes once, whereas a book
explodes a thousand times." - Yevgeny Zamyatin, A Soviet Heretic: Essays by Yevgeny Zamyatin
I want to explode someone's thinking about love, about why we live our lives, about God, about religion, about America, about beauty. I want someone to read a book of mine and have their whole thought process changed.
I want to help you get from here to there, from please to thank you, from amen (so let it be) to there it is. Wherever you are in life right now, no matter how great or terrible, there is a better place. I want to help you get there. For me, writing (and to a vaguely lesser degree, performing and speaking or preaching) is how I show people the bridge from where you are to where you want to be. A blog post, a poem, a story, a book can be your bridge.
That's why I teach high school, to help kids get from childhood to adulthood.
That's why I teach reading/English/language arts, because if there is nothing else available, there will always be a public library with Bibles, books and periodicals to help you build your bridge.
That's why I write, to move people from one emotional or intellectual place to the next.
That's why I perform, to draw out people's feelings and inspire them to take the next step.
This is my heart, my calling, my ministry.
Health and finances are my personal areas of struggle where I needed someone or something to help me build my own bridge, and help me walk across it. I am embarking on a journey to tackle both of those areas of opportunity at once. When I get to the other side, I can tell my story. I need to be healthier so I can live a long life telling and retelling the story, helping people build. I need to be more financially stable so that I have freedom to travel and give into the ministry and Kingdom.
I'm trying to get like my friend Jabee: "Build a bridge and get over it. I went from never leaving home to flying over it."
Wednesday, June 26, 2013
The Risk, The Sacrifice
I just finished editing my first chapbook of poems and sent it off for peer-edits.. There are just over twenty poems in it, many of which I have performed for crowds that liked or loved them. I wrote these poems mainly during my college years, when I was searching, wandering, losing and finding myself by the week and month.
There is a quote from Anais Nin that I heard on Alicia Keys' album The Element of Freedom and it really touched me: "The day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom."
Last year I had a show called "The Risk to Bloom" and that is what I am naming my book as well.
I don't doubt that Anais Nin (and Alicia Keys) mean something different about freedom and about blooming than I do, but the quote is so true and so powerful.
Sometime during college I closed myself off to lots of emotions - many who knew me then would say that I never cried and sometimes seemed to feel nothing but laughter and anger. I closed myself off to the piercing power of the Holy Spirit. After a lot of meditating and reading old poems and journals, I think I was tired and afraid of feeling convicted, so I stopped allowing myself to give in to questions about my motives and my misbehaviors.
I couldn't close down everything, though. I let in beautiful words. I allowed words to feel for me so I wouldn't have to.
After college, that didn't work for me anymore. I actually didn't write for months on end, close to a year. Being closed off like that was really hurtful to my sweet roommate at the time. It got me fired from a job I was good at. It led me to a really dark place where I behaved as if there were no God to heal and protect and provide. I went through a ministry class at church, because I was asked to, and because I was sure that if I didn't do something "radical" I would not make it much farther.
What I know now is that there is a beauty God puts inside each of us - namely women (inside the men, I am inclined to say He places a strength - not that women have no strength and men have no beauty but I am speaking generally) - and that beauty is precious and vulnerable. The devil does not want the world to see that beauty. The devil does not want the world to see your light shining to glorify the God who made you. So there is an attack on our beauty and on our strength. It is a ruthless attack. The goal is that we would die emotionally, spiritually, mentally, and then perhaps physically as well. The devil wants our potential dead because it is a reflection and a manifestation of God's potential - His omnipotence (same root word: potent). I learned that our beauty is inextricably bound to God. Without God everything begins crumbling.
Knowing that there is an enemy who wants to attack the strongest, most beautiful part of you makes you want to protect it, to hold it back, to maybe lock it away in a high tower where no harm can reach it...and no one can see it or be inspired by it.
I am thankful to be living after "the day" when I realized that hiding is too painful and detrimental. But in order to fully grasp that, I must let go of what used to be and how I used to cope. I must release the hiding and the self-protection in order to bloom. I must release the people who are attached to who I used to be. I must be willing to sacrifice what I once wanted - angsty poems that make people cry and applaud, that pull their heartstrings - for what I want more - to be whole and holy in God, and to show others how to get there.
I am afraid that my writing won't be as good without all of the angst. I am afraid that it won't be as poignant, that it will draw a smaller crowd.
"It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
I am afraid that many of those who nurtured my writing from the beginning will shun it when I consistently insist on putting God in the middle of it.
"I tell you, the Kingdom of God will be taken away from you and given to a nation that will produce the proper fruit. And whoever falls on this stone [that the builders rejected] will be broken; but on whomever it falls, it will grind him to powder." - Matthew 21:43-44. Jesus was quoting Psalms 118:22-23. He was saying that He is who people reject, the "stone" or building block that "builders" reject. Because we are all building a life, and we are either building it on Christ or on something else. He is saying that the "nation" producing "proper fruit" is the nation that has "fallen" on Him and allowed themselves to be broken. He is talking about the people who have sacrificed what they wanted for the Kingdom and then used Him to build their lives on. Those who won't sacrifice, who won't allow themselves to be broken are those whom the "stone" will crush. I don't believe this directly translates to God reaching out to smite people. I think it means that if you don't make the sacrifice to build your life around the Kingdom, you take yourself from God's protection and then life's trials and hardships can and will crush you.
So I trust that whatever I create from here on out will touch who it ought, where it ought, how it ought to. I do not have to be angsty and sinful in order to be creative or draw a crowd. I can be whole and holy.
At some point I will have to sacrifice the freedom of having all the time in the world for the discipline of health. I have to want health more than I want "free time." It's a change in mindset. I have to invest in the process, the patient endurance, the sweating at a low fitness level until I get to a higher one.
There is a quote from Anais Nin that I heard on Alicia Keys' album The Element of Freedom and it really touched me: "The day came when the risk it took to remain tightly closed in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to bloom."
Last year I had a show called "The Risk to Bloom" and that is what I am naming my book as well.
I don't doubt that Anais Nin (and Alicia Keys) mean something different about freedom and about blooming than I do, but the quote is so true and so powerful.
Sometime during college I closed myself off to lots of emotions - many who knew me then would say that I never cried and sometimes seemed to feel nothing but laughter and anger. I closed myself off to the piercing power of the Holy Spirit. After a lot of meditating and reading old poems and journals, I think I was tired and afraid of feeling convicted, so I stopped allowing myself to give in to questions about my motives and my misbehaviors.
I couldn't close down everything, though. I let in beautiful words. I allowed words to feel for me so I wouldn't have to.
After college, that didn't work for me anymore. I actually didn't write for months on end, close to a year. Being closed off like that was really hurtful to my sweet roommate at the time. It got me fired from a job I was good at. It led me to a really dark place where I behaved as if there were no God to heal and protect and provide. I went through a ministry class at church, because I was asked to, and because I was sure that if I didn't do something "radical" I would not make it much farther.
Knowing that there is an enemy who wants to attack the strongest, most beautiful part of you makes you want to protect it, to hold it back, to maybe lock it away in a high tower where no harm can reach it...and no one can see it or be inspired by it.
I am thankful to be living after "the day" when I realized that hiding is too painful and detrimental. But in order to fully grasp that, I must let go of what used to be and how I used to cope. I must release the hiding and the self-protection in order to bloom. I must release the people who are attached to who I used to be. I must be willing to sacrifice what I once wanted - angsty poems that make people cry and applaud, that pull their heartstrings - for what I want more - to be whole and holy in God, and to show others how to get there.
I am afraid that my writing won't be as good without all of the angst. I am afraid that it won't be as poignant, that it will draw a smaller crowd.
"It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
I am afraid that many of those who nurtured my writing from the beginning will shun it when I consistently insist on putting God in the middle of it.
So I trust that whatever I create from here on out will touch who it ought, where it ought, how it ought to. I do not have to be angsty and sinful in order to be creative or draw a crowd. I can be whole and holy.
At some point I will have to sacrifice the freedom of having all the time in the world for the discipline of health. I have to want health more than I want "free time." It's a change in mindset. I have to invest in the process, the patient endurance, the sweating at a low fitness level until I get to a higher one.
Friday, June 21, 2013
Stronger
I am not really going to say too much today. It's Friday afternoon and y'all are just trying to make it to the weekend.
I also tend to skimp on media. I posted some photos earlier in the week, but my blogs tend to not be visually appealing enough. So for today, in regards to my personal health and fitness struggles and goals, I'm going to post two videos, and give just a tiny bit of background.
The first video below I ran across a few weeks ago. I follow several different tumblr blogs. This one I got from Young, Black and Fit who also runs Young, Black and Vegan. A fitness trainer receives a question from a YouTube channel viewer asking how he can make his girlfriend workout more. The trainer thinks this is a selfish and mean-spirited question and he gives his (very angry) opinion about it. WARNING: He says a few curse words, but I posted it anyway because I have NEVER heard a man say things like this, nor have I ever heard a fitness instructor say things like this.
A year and a half ago, I was asked to participate in a poetry and art show around the theme: "The Body is Not an Apology." Before you start to think I'm some awesome self-love ambassador let me tell you: I'm not. I'll never forget the lines from the movie Liar, Liar. "My teacher says real beauty is on the insider." "That's just something ugly people say." And for every time I have known a person whose face or body put them in the "ugly" category but whose spirit made them beautiful, I have judged someone's ill-fitting outfit. So, I go back and forth between believing that we as a world need to allow full-figured, curvy, fat, odd-bodied people to see and know that they are beautiful too, I have believed that we only say that until we lose weight or find the hairstyle and makeup that works for us.
At that show, I read the poem in the video below. I wore a short skirt that some would say girls my size shouldn't wear. But I have two other skirts like that now (slightly longer - I acknowledge the immodesty factor and I have no excuse for it).
As I say in the poem: "If I look like this for the next 80 years, that will be just lovely."
I just want to live. I know that I am beautiful, in a way that not all people fully accept. But somehow I am fully convinced in my own mind and the mind of my friends and family.
It's just weird to live with a tension that also wonders "what if I were 40 pounds lighter?" Because I do have a goal weight - and that is it: 40 pounds lighter. What if? Will I be less radical? Less of an ambassador for inner beauty? Because so many ex-chubby people never believed they were beautiful. Once they are smaller they throw out the old photos and promise never to get heavy again. But I don't want to leave this girl behind. I don't want to look back at this poem - even minus 40 pounds - and say "I had no idea what I was talking about."
The guy in the other video, the fitness instructor, says you work out because you want your body to be stronger to sustain your life, not because you want to look different or because someone forces you to. I agree with him. I do want to be stronger. Seane Corn, the yoga instructor in one of my photos from Tuesday, says we practice yoga "in order to do the work we need to do in the world, in order to hold that light for spirit." She believes that what you practice on the yoga mat (concentrating more, holding longer, breathing deeper, not letting go even when it burns) translates to, or maybe flows from, inner strength. I agree so whole-heartedly.
I am about to begin a journey in holistic health. I want to be healthy and strong, but I am scared to death that if I ever were to achieve that goal, I would become shallow as well.
I have a sweet friend - a hot guy actually, with a six pack and really well-defined pecs - who told me once "you are beautiful now and you'll still be beautiful if you get thinner." I love him for saying that. But I worry if I'll still be beautiful on the inside, strong on the inside?
(Note: I think next week's topic might be sacrifice.)
I also tend to skimp on media. I posted some photos earlier in the week, but my blogs tend to not be visually appealing enough. So for today, in regards to my personal health and fitness struggles and goals, I'm going to post two videos, and give just a tiny bit of background.
The first video below I ran across a few weeks ago. I follow several different tumblr blogs. This one I got from Young, Black and Fit who also runs Young, Black and Vegan. A fitness trainer receives a question from a YouTube channel viewer asking how he can make his girlfriend workout more. The trainer thinks this is a selfish and mean-spirited question and he gives his (very angry) opinion about it. WARNING: He says a few curse words, but I posted it anyway because I have NEVER heard a man say things like this, nor have I ever heard a fitness instructor say things like this.
A year and a half ago, I was asked to participate in a poetry and art show around the theme: "The Body is Not an Apology." Before you start to think I'm some awesome self-love ambassador let me tell you: I'm not. I'll never forget the lines from the movie Liar, Liar. "My teacher says real beauty is on the insider." "That's just something ugly people say." And for every time I have known a person whose face or body put them in the "ugly" category but whose spirit made them beautiful, I have judged someone's ill-fitting outfit. So, I go back and forth between believing that we as a world need to allow full-figured, curvy, fat, odd-bodied people to see and know that they are beautiful too, I have believed that we only say that until we lose weight or find the hairstyle and makeup that works for us.
At that show, I read the poem in the video below. I wore a short skirt that some would say girls my size shouldn't wear. But I have two other skirts like that now (slightly longer - I acknowledge the immodesty factor and I have no excuse for it).
As I say in the poem: "If I look like this for the next 80 years, that will be just lovely."
I just want to live. I know that I am beautiful, in a way that not all people fully accept. But somehow I am fully convinced in my own mind and the mind of my friends and family.
It's just weird to live with a tension that also wonders "what if I were 40 pounds lighter?" Because I do have a goal weight - and that is it: 40 pounds lighter. What if? Will I be less radical? Less of an ambassador for inner beauty? Because so many ex-chubby people never believed they were beautiful. Once they are smaller they throw out the old photos and promise never to get heavy again. But I don't want to leave this girl behind. I don't want to look back at this poem - even minus 40 pounds - and say "I had no idea what I was talking about."
The guy in the other video, the fitness instructor, says you work out because you want your body to be stronger to sustain your life, not because you want to look different or because someone forces you to. I agree with him. I do want to be stronger. Seane Corn, the yoga instructor in one of my photos from Tuesday, says we practice yoga "in order to do the work we need to do in the world, in order to hold that light for spirit." She believes that what you practice on the yoga mat (concentrating more, holding longer, breathing deeper, not letting go even when it burns) translates to, or maybe flows from, inner strength. I agree so whole-heartedly.
I am about to begin a journey in holistic health. I want to be healthy and strong, but I am scared to death that if I ever were to achieve that goal, I would become shallow as well.
I have a sweet friend - a hot guy actually, with a six pack and really well-defined pecs - who told me once "you are beautiful now and you'll still be beautiful if you get thinner." I love him for saying that. But I worry if I'll still be beautiful on the inside, strong on the inside?
(Note: I think next week's topic might be sacrifice.)
Thursday, June 20, 2013
Let Go
Some say "let go and let flow" others say "let go and let God."
In the book I'm studying, A Call to Die, David Nasser says, "[God] will always amaze us with how He'll use us. We have to keep our eyes open because He will blow our minds with where He will lead us. Sure, He lets us get into patterns that will give us some stability, but as soon as we are established, He leads us in new directions to new experiences of enjoying Him and letting Him use us."
Below are some definitions I find helpful.
Devotion - earnest attachment to a cause or person
Diligence - constant and earnest effort to accomplish what is undertaken; persistent exertion of body or mind.
Discipline - activity, exercise, or a regimen that develops or improves a skill; training;
the rigor or training effect of experience Freedom - exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc., the power to determine action without restraint.
The three D-words up there are words that many people use interchangeably. I found it really helpful to compare and contrast them.
I realize now that I am devoted, but since devotion is more of a feeling (attachment) than a course of action, being devoted is not the ideal. You can be attached to a cause or person that you don't spend a lot of time pouring into - like me and health and fitness. That being said, devotion means a little something, because there are tons of things to which each of us is not devoted. Like I am not devoted to American patriotic rhetoric and ideology. I am not devoted to secularism, godlessness. I am deeply devoted to religious ideology.
I am only diligent about a few things - God, personal relationships, and writing (in that order). Those are the only things for which I will stop what I'm doing to go fix it or go nurture it. I lost a lot of sleep last night with my writing partner Kashlee Banx. I have lost some sleep and some gas recently with a new friend. But I cannot count the number of times I have been unavailable to work or to go out or to join in because of a church function or a Bible study or a conversation with someone about God.
I will have to become more and more diligent to teaching, to my studies and research, to planning and executing. I seriously wonder if I will ever be diligent at exercise. Devoted, perhaps. Diligent? I'm just not sure.
Discipline is what I lack in all areas. I hate being stuck in a rut. I get bored with processes very easily. Even though I spend time with God every day, reading the Word and journaling, reading devotional books, etc., it is hard for me to finish a book cover to cover. It is hard for me to complete the same process day in and day out. It's hard for me to follow a Bible reading plan. I like to jump around and be spontaneous. This is a problem because sometimes the payoff doesn't come if you don't complete the whole process. I think this is more true spiritually than in any other area. I need to be more disciplined to finish what I start.
Dictionary.com says freedom is about lack of external control or restraint. I am free, perhaps a bit too free. I am great at responding to the world around me, taking immediate instruction, helping in crises. Many people are not. Have you ever met someone who can never do anything that wasn't on their to-do list? They can't meet you for coffee because right now is their scheduled study time; are you available in two hours? Maybe they can schedule you in for next Monday? There is nothing wrong with a structured life, but it has its downfalls just like an unstructured one. I think sometimes (external) diligence infringes on (internal) freedom. Sometimes we don't see the forest for the trees. We sometimes take the beauty and adventure from life with the implementation of structure.
Here is a story to close:
I am devoted to, diligent in, and fairly disciplined at maintaining pure relationships with men. I believe that a lot of the problems in my culture can be traced back to an excess of freedom about purity and sex. High demands, low standards, low expectations, low responsibility and weak will. So I don't really date. I don't spend much alone time around men. I try to keep text messages and hang time regulated to daylight hours.
Recently, I met a man while I was out performing. We had a deep conversation with some other people one night and each realized that the other was intelligent and insightful. He began starting conversations with me over social networking and invited me to spend time with him. Because of our work schedules, the best time for us to talk was when I get off after 9 p.m. This made me leery at first. My perspective was that it simply is not proper to spend time with a man at this hour. But our conversations are very pure. He has never made a pass at me. Nothing inappropriate has happened or even been hinted at. And I recently have felt more and more comfortable talking with him about spiritual things. I recently shared with him a sermon that I heard at church.
I am not advocating lowering your standards or your level of responsibility. Not all men are respectful or trustworthy. Not all women are pure or innocent. I especially don't encourage too much after-hours hang time between teenagers - there are too many hormones and too little experience with the world. There is so much more to learn about yourself as a young woman or young man. But I am glad that, as an adult, with a healthy foundation in discipline and diligence, I did not let the three D's keep me from being free enough to perhaps really encourage my new friend and plant some seeds for positive change in his life.
Learn the limits of freedom and the beauty in structure.
(Please comment or respond in whatever way you want to or can on this topic - even if you disagree.)
In the book I'm studying, A Call to Die, David Nasser says, "[God] will always amaze us with how He'll use us. We have to keep our eyes open because He will blow our minds with where He will lead us. Sure, He lets us get into patterns that will give us some stability, but as soon as we are established, He leads us in new directions to new experiences of enjoying Him and letting Him use us."
Below are some definitions I find helpful.
Devotion - earnest attachment to a cause or person
Diligence - constant and earnest effort to accomplish what is undertaken; persistent exertion of body or mind.
Discipline - activity, exercise, or a regimen that develops or improves a skill; training;
the rigor or training effect of experience Freedom - exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc., the power to determine action without restraint.
The three D-words up there are words that many people use interchangeably. I found it really helpful to compare and contrast them.
I realize now that I am devoted, but since devotion is more of a feeling (attachment) than a course of action, being devoted is not the ideal. You can be attached to a cause or person that you don't spend a lot of time pouring into - like me and health and fitness. That being said, devotion means a little something, because there are tons of things to which each of us is not devoted. Like I am not devoted to American patriotic rhetoric and ideology. I am not devoted to secularism, godlessness. I am deeply devoted to religious ideology.
I am only diligent about a few things - God, personal relationships, and writing (in that order). Those are the only things for which I will stop what I'm doing to go fix it or go nurture it. I lost a lot of sleep last night with my writing partner Kashlee Banx. I have lost some sleep and some gas recently with a new friend. But I cannot count the number of times I have been unavailable to work or to go out or to join in because of a church function or a Bible study or a conversation with someone about God.
I will have to become more and more diligent to teaching, to my studies and research, to planning and executing. I seriously wonder if I will ever be diligent at exercise. Devoted, perhaps. Diligent? I'm just not sure.
Discipline is what I lack in all areas. I hate being stuck in a rut. I get bored with processes very easily. Even though I spend time with God every day, reading the Word and journaling, reading devotional books, etc., it is hard for me to finish a book cover to cover. It is hard for me to complete the same process day in and day out. It's hard for me to follow a Bible reading plan. I like to jump around and be spontaneous. This is a problem because sometimes the payoff doesn't come if you don't complete the whole process. I think this is more true spiritually than in any other area. I need to be more disciplined to finish what I start.
Dictionary.com says freedom is about lack of external control or restraint. I am free, perhaps a bit too free. I am great at responding to the world around me, taking immediate instruction, helping in crises. Many people are not. Have you ever met someone who can never do anything that wasn't on their to-do list? They can't meet you for coffee because right now is their scheduled study time; are you available in two hours? Maybe they can schedule you in for next Monday? There is nothing wrong with a structured life, but it has its downfalls just like an unstructured one. I think sometimes (external) diligence infringes on (internal) freedom. Sometimes we don't see the forest for the trees. We sometimes take the beauty and adventure from life with the implementation of structure.
Here is a story to close:
I am devoted to, diligent in, and fairly disciplined at maintaining pure relationships with men. I believe that a lot of the problems in my culture can be traced back to an excess of freedom about purity and sex. High demands, low standards, low expectations, low responsibility and weak will. So I don't really date. I don't spend much alone time around men. I try to keep text messages and hang time regulated to daylight hours.
Recently, I met a man while I was out performing. We had a deep conversation with some other people one night and each realized that the other was intelligent and insightful. He began starting conversations with me over social networking and invited me to spend time with him. Because of our work schedules, the best time for us to talk was when I get off after 9 p.m. This made me leery at first. My perspective was that it simply is not proper to spend time with a man at this hour. But our conversations are very pure. He has never made a pass at me. Nothing inappropriate has happened or even been hinted at. And I recently have felt more and more comfortable talking with him about spiritual things. I recently shared with him a sermon that I heard at church.
I am not advocating lowering your standards or your level of responsibility. Not all men are respectful or trustworthy. Not all women are pure or innocent. I especially don't encourage too much after-hours hang time between teenagers - there are too many hormones and too little experience with the world. There is so much more to learn about yourself as a young woman or young man. But I am glad that, as an adult, with a healthy foundation in discipline and diligence, I did not let the three D's keep me from being free enough to perhaps really encourage my new friend and plant some seeds for positive change in his life.
Learn the limits of freedom and the beauty in structure.
(Please comment or respond in whatever way you want to or can on this topic - even if you disagree.)
Tuesday, June 18, 2013
Success is a Habit
The topic of the week is structure. I don't have much of it, I typically don't want much of it, but I see how it pays off in others people's lives and I want the pay-off too.
There is a way to have too much structure, where there is no creativity and no room to "flex." There is absolutely a such thing as being stuck in a rut and scared to leave certain processes. I'll talk more about that tomorrow.
What gets less critical attention and more glory in the media and the world today is anarchy, spontaneity, free-spirited living. These people are fun to be around, they bring joy and interest and beauty. But can they complete projects? Are they financially stable? Do they keep their word?
A spiritual person I heard recently said, "God is not impressed by what you start, He honors what you finish." That hit me like a punch to the gut. I am an amazing starter and not a great finisher. If no job or grade is pushing me to finish, I might not. Because I am always thinking up the next thing. I call it "obeying the Muse" or "going with the flow."
Yet we know that good results come from consistent work and progress. You have to study diligently - as in everyday, or at least three times a week - in order to make good grades, earn degrees and credentials and move forward. You have to eat right consistently - everyday, or at least more days than not (most healthy people have a cheat day) - in order to retain nutrients and repel fat and disease. You have to exercise regularly to keep your muscles loose and strong, and to keep away fat and atrophy. Many a washed-up athlete will tell you that if you do not use it, you will lose it.
But consistency is hard! There is always something that seems more fun, more interesting, more immediately necessary. There are only twenty-four hours in a day and so many of them are "lost" to work and eating and sleeping, that those we have leftover are guarded.
My pastor has done an excellent job of teaching us about consistency. We practice the presence of God in order to create a habit. He taught us that when we create a habit of seeking God - as in every day - then God comes to expect us to "knock on His door" ready to commune. Our habit creates in us (because God does not need a specific location to meet you in) a habitat, or a dwelling place (Psalm 91) where we meet with God and share with Him. This is how our faith becomes a relationship with God instead of a religious devotion to His principles. We devote ourselves to His principles because of the love overflowing from our relationship. We obey because we love.
So I am spending time today considering what habits are most important. Here is my list so far:
I think it helps to consider what your priorities are. I ranked the above in order of how much it matters to me. Spending time in the presence of God and writing are most important to me so I do them even when that means I don't have time for other things. Fitness always ranks at the bottom of my list, and yet I find that the images and ideas that most inspire me are ones like these:
My DVD of Seane Corn teaching a class (Yoga From the Heart) is my absolute favorite workout even though it is so hard, and I often can't finish the whole thing.
I don't know who this is, but look at that pose.
You do not become this good at yoga without doing it everyday. You do not get to see and feel and experience this grace and beauty without commitment to the daily process. These bodies are whole and healthy and pretty nearly perfect (albeit a smidge too thin - I like having something to hold on to). I want to at least be something beautiful like this. And I really think that this practice will prevent further knee injury.
This is my former roommate and dear friend Sheri who is a professional dancer (who thinks yoga is boring). She has danced on cruise ships and she is in a local company. She teaches fitness classes as well (RIPPED, TRX).
I will make a large effort to go by the gym for maybe thirty minutes after work today, to do my physical therapy and some yoga, maybe a little cardio.
UPDATE: I did not go to the gym after work. I went to my friend's bar to watch the game. My girlfriends randomly met me there and we danced a lot. I don't know if that counts as cardio. But my knee was really feeling it. I did my zumba on Wednesday and then did 30 minutes of cycling and 20 minutes of circuit training (which was ridiculously hard). I'm going to commit to at least that - 2 classes on Wednesday nights. That's all I've got at the moment.
There is a way to have too much structure, where there is no creativity and no room to "flex." There is absolutely a such thing as being stuck in a rut and scared to leave certain processes. I'll talk more about that tomorrow.
What gets less critical attention and more glory in the media and the world today is anarchy, spontaneity, free-spirited living. These people are fun to be around, they bring joy and interest and beauty. But can they complete projects? Are they financially stable? Do they keep their word?
A spiritual person I heard recently said, "God is not impressed by what you start, He honors what you finish." That hit me like a punch to the gut. I am an amazing starter and not a great finisher. If no job or grade is pushing me to finish, I might not. Because I am always thinking up the next thing. I call it "obeying the Muse" or "going with the flow."
Yet we know that good results come from consistent work and progress. You have to study diligently - as in everyday, or at least three times a week - in order to make good grades, earn degrees and credentials and move forward. You have to eat right consistently - everyday, or at least more days than not (most healthy people have a cheat day) - in order to retain nutrients and repel fat and disease. You have to exercise regularly to keep your muscles loose and strong, and to keep away fat and atrophy. Many a washed-up athlete will tell you that if you do not use it, you will lose it.
But consistency is hard! There is always something that seems more fun, more interesting, more immediately necessary. There are only twenty-four hours in a day and so many of them are "lost" to work and eating and sleeping, that those we have leftover are guarded.
My pastor has done an excellent job of teaching us about consistency. We practice the presence of God in order to create a habit. He taught us that when we create a habit of seeking God - as in every day - then God comes to expect us to "knock on His door" ready to commune. Our habit creates in us (because God does not need a specific location to meet you in) a habitat, or a dwelling place (Psalm 91) where we meet with God and share with Him. This is how our faith becomes a relationship with God instead of a religious devotion to His principles. We devote ourselves to His principles because of the love overflowing from our relationship. We obey because we love.
So I am spending time today considering what habits are most important. Here is my list so far:
- pouring into my relationship with God (I am determined to do this everyday.)
- writing (I have been doing this everyday.)
- healthy eating (I have been doing this well for more than three weeks now, with small cheats. It is much easier to eat healthy when you don't have a huge dispensable income. You cook what you bought at the store, because you can't afford to go out for barbecue.)
- cleaning (I have done a ton of this since school's been out. But every task is done in bits and pieces and it takes a bit longer than it might for some, because I have to fit it in here and there.)
- fitness (This is where I struggle. I can commit to at least one workout session a week - it's usually Zumba because the class meets on my one night a week off of work. I am trying to make myself go at least three other times a week to do some exercises from physical therapy for my knee and to get in some cardio. But it is so hard, especially when my knee hurts as it has been since I did too much working out last Wednesday [50 mins dance fitness, and 90 mins zumba]. I am open to suggestions for being more consistent in this. I want to do more yoga, but it is hard. I told myself if nothing else, I would do a few sun salutations everyday. That only lasted about 3 days.)
I think it helps to consider what your priorities are. I ranked the above in order of how much it matters to me. Spending time in the presence of God and writing are most important to me so I do them even when that means I don't have time for other things. Fitness always ranks at the bottom of my list, and yet I find that the images and ideas that most inspire me are ones like these:
My DVD of Seane Corn teaching a class (Yoga From the Heart) is my absolute favorite workout even though it is so hard, and I often can't finish the whole thing.
I don't know who this is, but look at that pose.
You do not become this good at yoga without doing it everyday. You do not get to see and feel and experience this grace and beauty without commitment to the daily process. These bodies are whole and healthy and pretty nearly perfect (albeit a smidge too thin - I like having something to hold on to). I want to at least be something beautiful like this. And I really think that this practice will prevent further knee injury.
This is my former roommate and dear friend Sheri who is a professional dancer (who thinks yoga is boring). She has danced on cruise ships and she is in a local company. She teaches fitness classes as well (RIPPED, TRX).
UPDATE: I did not go to the gym after work. I went to my friend's bar to watch the game. My girlfriends randomly met me there and we danced a lot. I don't know if that counts as cardio. But my knee was really feeling it. I did my zumba on Wednesday and then did 30 minutes of cycling and 20 minutes of circuit training (which was ridiculously hard). I'm going to commit to at least that - 2 classes on Wednesday nights. That's all I've got at the moment.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
Body Image and Athleticism
I started cheer leading in fourth grade (and continued in sixth, seventh, eighth, and freshman year of college). I was never a skinny kid, but I was basically a born performer, so I cheered along with acting, singing, dancing, stepping/stomping, and public speaking. (That makes me sound like some powerhouse triple-threat, but I'm not that good at any of those - except talking. Lol. I'm just an attention whore.) If you know me now or have known me for any length of time, you know that I'm a pretty thick girl. No dancer/cheerleader body here, and never has been.
I'm taking a Healthy Life Skills class (UCO's version of OCU's Wellness) and I just watched Bring It On 3, so I've got my mind on fitness.
Do you see these tiny tummies and cute body jewelry?
I'm on the back row in pre-clap mode. Lol.
Last spring I went through this phase where I wanted to lose 50 pounds by January. It started really really good. I worked out everyday (and didn't hate my life), had a good diet going (and allowed myself some indulgences every couple of weeks), and saw results quickly. I lost 15 in about 3 weeks (which they say isn't healthy, but I think it was fine because I had COMPLETELY changed my life).
...Then I moved off-campus and the gym was no longer a two-minute walk from my apartment. Everyday became every couple of days. Then I totaled another car and the gym happened like once a week. I started eating my depression and sleeping all day everyday. So I gained back that 15 pounds and probably a few more.
My original plan when I transferred schools was to make UCO's Wellness Center my 2nd home. But it's been four and a half weeks and I haven't hit the gym once. (I did take four yoga classes and immediately started toning up, which tells me that my body really wants to be active.) We took a tour of the Wellness Center in Healthy Life Skills class today and I was struck by how lazy I've been. I saw my friend Gina in there and remembered how much motivation I used to have and how "simple" it was to get on the right track.
Is there any excuse for being overweight when I have a free membership to a huge facility paid in full with my tuition?
The second problem is time. I have two jobs, and a few volunteer things that I do on the side of work and school. I'm always behind on homework. I never read my Bible or wake up early to go to prayer. And I sleep basically every time I sit for very long. I feel like there are never enough hours to do half of what I want, much less all of it.
Should I continue to put off working out and weight loss until I get my spiritual life and my academic endeavors underway? Or should I force myself to learn diligence by continuing to pile things on (like adding workouts into an already semi-cramped schedule)?
The third problem is vanity. It's one of my vices. It's probably my biggest problem after giving into loneliness and lacking diligence. Is the quest for health - working out, eating differently, etc - really about health, or do I just want to be smaller because I'm vain?
I need some guidance over here.
Soon to come: "Welcome to the P.I.T." - here's a teaser.
I'm taking a Healthy Life Skills class (UCO's version of OCU's Wellness) and I just watched Bring It On 3, so I've got my mind on fitness.
Do you see these tiny tummies and cute body jewelry?
I'm on the back row in pre-clap mode. Lol.
Last spring I went through this phase where I wanted to lose 50 pounds by January. It started really really good. I worked out everyday (and didn't hate my life), had a good diet going (and allowed myself some indulgences every couple of weeks), and saw results quickly. I lost 15 in about 3 weeks (which they say isn't healthy, but I think it was fine because I had COMPLETELY changed my life).
...Then I moved off-campus and the gym was no longer a two-minute walk from my apartment. Everyday became every couple of days. Then I totaled another car and the gym happened like once a week. I started eating my depression and sleeping all day everyday. So I gained back that 15 pounds and probably a few more.
My original plan when I transferred schools was to make UCO's Wellness Center my 2nd home. But it's been four and a half weeks and I haven't hit the gym once. (I did take four yoga classes and immediately started toning up, which tells me that my body really wants to be active.) We took a tour of the Wellness Center in Healthy Life Skills class today and I was struck by how lazy I've been. I saw my friend Gina in there and remembered how much motivation I used to have and how "simple" it was to get on the right track.
Is there any excuse for being overweight when I have a free membership to a huge facility paid in full with my tuition?
The second problem is time. I have two jobs, and a few volunteer things that I do on the side of work and school. I'm always behind on homework. I never read my Bible or wake up early to go to prayer. And I sleep basically every time I sit for very long. I feel like there are never enough hours to do half of what I want, much less all of it.
Should I continue to put off working out and weight loss until I get my spiritual life and my academic endeavors underway? Or should I force myself to learn diligence by continuing to pile things on (like adding workouts into an already semi-cramped schedule)?
The third problem is vanity. It's one of my vices. It's probably my biggest problem after giving into loneliness and lacking diligence. Is the quest for health - working out, eating differently, etc - really about health, or do I just want to be smaller because I'm vain?
I need some guidance over here.
Soon to come: "Welcome to the P.I.T." - here's a teaser.
Monday, April 20, 2009
11/30 - Copulation
(I'm exploring rhyme schemes moreso than subject matter)
Can sex be a gift
better than chocolates and trinkets?
Might a real chemical connection
outweigh monetary and material affection?
What if making love
really is the act of caring enough
What if it's the highest gesture
made from a place that's spiritual and pure?
We hold closer our bodies
than our things and our money
We protect our health
more than our circumstantial wealth
So why do we constantly and publicly forget
that sex is the most heartfelt present?
Can sex be a gift
better than chocolates and trinkets?
Might a real chemical connection
outweigh monetary and material affection?
What if making love
really is the act of caring enough
What if it's the highest gesture
made from a place that's spiritual and pure?
We hold closer our bodies
than our things and our money
We protect our health
more than our circumstantial wealth
So why do we constantly and publicly forget
that sex is the most heartfelt present?
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