yes i like paul stanley
Little Miss Earnest
The thing about me diving into the conservative church in my 20s was that I did it BIG. That's how I do things. The friends who'd been in the church most of their lives, as well as the friends who are still there now, seem to be able to handle it better than I did. They seem to keep their wits about them, hold themselves together a little better. But I was new and darn it if I wasn't the most earnest church girl you ever met.
Things I did at my most earnest in the mid 90s which my friends tolerated:
Like the time I was driving down the interstate listening to Dave Matthews' "Crash," was convicted that he was a stumbling block for me because his little foot dancing made me feel tingly and confused, and flung his CD out the window. I know what you're thinking. There are many good reasons to fling it out the window, but that's not the point. Later my friend invited me to his concert. Obviously I declined and sorrowfully recounted the flinging incident, probably hoping she'd save herself by flinging her tickets. She did not. #JesusHatesTinglingMoreThanLittering?
Or the time I shared a room with my friend during a girls' weekend. She was pregnant and mentioned her varicose veins. On a different weekend, she'd have been out in the living room, drinking wine and laughing with the rest of our friends. Instead, her roommate decided to pray aloud over her legs.
How about the time a guy friend asked me for advice on asking out a girl he liked. I suggested he fast about it. He was not as grateful as you'd expect. On second thought, he was exactly as grateful as you'd guess. I don't know how it turned out, but I know they're not married currently. #MaybeShouldHaveFasted
I cringe and giggle a little looking back. My friends who knew me before these rode it out patiently. And my friends in the church might have laughed a little, but never got super impatient with me. Really they could've said, "Dude, take it down a notch. Even Jesus is embarrassed."
It taught me something though. If you do something with enough earnestness and confidence, people will just let you. That's not always bad. When I look back. I don't exactly miss that little earnest girl, but I don't hate her either. Neither do they.💛
morning
you are different than yesterday, but you may not even know it.
some changes you cannot see, name or know,
they are tiny ridges in the grey matter of your brain, or new pathways taking shape for new thought patterns and habits just being born. did you share a little more of yourself, and how did that feel?
that center is being uncovered and revealed, like a sculptor carving away the extra clay that has no place in your life, moving you towards truth and wonder and joy.
and, if you're open to it, by dusk today, you will only be closer🖤.
Decorating paralysis
carefully selected wooden thumbtacks
on this desk,
and how I feel proud
and a little happier each time
I see them.
I could tell you how my paperclips
are Beyonce gold instead of boring silver,
so when I fasten a sheaf of papers
I do it with pizzazz.
of this desk lamp impacts my mood
on this cork board above me
emotional response.
Maybe that's why I love my little home.
My mom says all of my furniture is scaled
It suits this wee dwelling,
The idea of a house, you know, a HOUSE-house,
leaves me stymied.
Pause a moment, and riddle me this:
Do you know how daring and courageous
it is to choose one and ONLY one
And then I'm supposed to what?
I'll need 11 people to sit on it and hide it,
I need it covered with bottoms ASAP.
And then I remember that's the point: Bottoms.
I just want the couch for the bottoms -
attached to the heads-
attached to the people that I'd want in my house-house.
the thumbtack selection,
eating their barbecue before their bottoms
need a rest.
And maybe that's why
I have to at least try to fill a room, maybe even two,
Contract with Myself
I hereby agree to enter into this contract with the undersigned and aforementioned, as they are both me. The terms are as follows:
You, the aforementioned, agree to be delightful. "Delightful" shall be defined as being what you feel like being each day. Delightful is also defined as being what you feel in your guttiest gut, deep down solid soulful true core of yourself. You will act on it, or choose not to act if you are feeling like you just want to sit still and stare into space. You will draw or sing or write or talk to small figurines as you feel led. You will post on Instagram according to your whim and whimsy. It will be what some may consider excessive. You will rearrange your furniture as many times in as many awkward configurations as you need to in order to feel delight. Then you will rearrange it back when you decide it was righter the first time. You shall address as many people and animals, wild or domestic (both the people and animals) as you need to as Boop, Honey, Cutie, Slick, Slim, Baller, Pimp, and any other word that springs to mind when it feels fun. You will watch their face and take it back if they don't love it. You will speak to yourself as much as you like, because you are good company. You will sing every terrible song on your Spotify playlist repeatedly and with great gusto until you are bored or hoarse, whichever comes first. You will tell the dog she is the prettiest and best everyday until she is "gone to her second life" where she will probably be a baby seal. You will tell your children how handsome, healthy, hilarious and honorable they are until they question your sincerity. They'll be like, "Nah, nah, it's too much, bro. You're biased; you have to think that because you love me. It can't be true." But it IS true. That is why you'll keep saying it, because true compliments are delightful.
In return for your Delightfulness, I shall not grade you nor question you. I shall not tell you you are too much. I will cheer you on because you are keeping a contract and that is a responsible loyal thing to do. In fact, it is - dare I say - delightful. I will feed you and house you, and tell you that you are cute. I will call YOU, Baller. I will remind you that Love or god or the world or something you can't see or explain is still there helping, and whether you can explain it or not, you are free to believe. I will call on them. I will call family, old friends, and new friends and probably strangers on the street, so that you can share your delightfulness and learn from their own unique style of delightfulness. I will believe in you and become your most crucial support for being you and doing crazy art that comes from your gut. I will tell you to listen to other people who say good words to you so that you can stop poking holes in their compliments or love. I will teach you to love others and yourself without worrying that you will forget the first one if you do the second.
I will share this with others in case it helps them love themselves ❤️
Soft Skills in Food Lion
What if you never thought of it as useful
because it came so naturally that you assumed
everyone felt the same way inside?
I don't know what makes sense to you,
what you do that feels like reflex?
Do you look at numbers, and they all just jive?
Did you hear someone explain how engines work
and you nodded, "Yeah, man, I get it.
When a child looked confused, did you know
exactly how to rephrase the instructions so
she'd bravely try again?
I didn't know it was anything special to feel
safe in this world.
I move about the earth ready to meet you.
Not everyone makes sure their resting face
isn't bitchy.
But I try. Good god, do I try.
Even in Food Lion,
where no one is having fun,
If you happen to catch my eye,
you can bet it'll be watching yours just in case
you need me.
You're almost done, and the Cheezits are on aisle 4.
So, when you passed me, you'd feel warm,
you'd think of dawn and feel encouraged.
Because look at you; you're delightful!
That's why I'm shining, so we'll remember.
Or maybe no one ever told you,
RIGHT now, here, in front of the bag salad.
I never knew that not everyone is thinking this
while they're out and about town,
believing every two humans can connect.
I didn't know everyone doesn't feel they are
just out for the day, working our beats,
in TJ Maxx, in the brewery, in the church,
at the gas pump,
I didn't know we all weren't self-designated customer service reps.
And I didn't know it might be a gift
But maybe The Why is just another excuse to say your gifts