Summer Blitz Update
So it has been a pitifully long time since I have updated. I've
really learned that this is generally not a healthy thing for me, not
even all that happy with my journaling lately--I think I need to learn
how to do it in healthy ways, too much obsessing in my journal without
anyone telling me to just shut the fuck up already.
Kind of shook up--quite shook up--but this London thing. It's heart breaking that Blair's going in with this aid-trade-debt goal and his homeland is attacked. Blair is the man, though, for handling all of this well and immediately saying that as sad as this is, the goals aren't going to suffer. I was afraid he was going to start speaking security. Happy to report that Eliza and all of her loved ones are fine. I thought about contacting her almost as soon as I found out about the London bombing, but we're not super close, so I hesitated. Driving to work I went through this whole I'm-sure-that-she's-fine-but-what-if-she's-not? thing, so I texted her right before my shift and happily discovered afterwards that she is doing well :).
Um, which reminds me, I haven't written in here what my job is. I'm taking auto glass claims at Safelite--and I actually kind of like it. I enjoy helping people, shop owners tend to be nice guys, etc. And I've always enjoyed talking to strangers. Obviously there are annoying twits, but that goes with any kind of territory involving people. I'm surprised to learn that I'm actually kind of a people person.
In less happy news, my grandmother is looking at her final days. She already heard her final rites. Mostly numb to it, not sure how to process it, slightly more complicated with all of the stuff I wrote about her over the course of the semester--it's so odd to write about a person like a character you know intimately and be confronted with her being a yellowish hue. Wanted to cry, but knew that wouldn't help anyone. The lesson I'm learning this summer (via One Nation Under Therapy and some other experiences/readings) that it's not good to be ruled by your emotions and venting rarely solves the problem, at least for me. Go back to all that stuff about my journaling not being as positive as I would hope it would be.
Things are going really well with Trevor, loving working on his birthday gift. He visited in early June and I loved it, hope to see him sometime in August. I'm a lucky girl.
Yesterday someone from the Columbus Coalition Against Family Violence consulted me on this youth interfaith thing she wants to run, she seemed to think I was smart, etc, about the issue. My big concerns (aka things I wasn't sure that she would automatically think about) were that the males in the conference would feel alienated (they have this confrontation thing planned where the girls essentially tell off the guys and they just have to listen--kind of a relief for the girls, humiliating for the boys, no reason to cow the ones who come to these things--my guess is that they're already on the right page) and to at least mention in passing that abuse isn't just a heterosexual thing, sadly enough. I am way too influenced by Who Stole Feminism; I am too easily influenced in general.
This summer has helped me to remember what I need in a friend, how I can be a good one, and just generally think about a lot of the less positive stuff that happened over the course of the year. I'm going to try to just go with the flow, as much as someone like me can.
THRILLED with all the posting that is happening on Sophia's Draft. LOVE IT.
Ohh and I must brag, because I am so excited--just saw my Dean's list letter today and I also made First Group :). There's a chance I'll make it to the D.C. program after all!
Kind of shook up--quite shook up--but this London thing. It's heart breaking that Blair's going in with this aid-trade-debt goal and his homeland is attacked. Blair is the man, though, for handling all of this well and immediately saying that as sad as this is, the goals aren't going to suffer. I was afraid he was going to start speaking security. Happy to report that Eliza and all of her loved ones are fine. I thought about contacting her almost as soon as I found out about the London bombing, but we're not super close, so I hesitated. Driving to work I went through this whole I'm-sure-that-she's-fine-but-what-if-she's-not? thing, so I texted her right before my shift and happily discovered afterwards that she is doing well :).
Um, which reminds me, I haven't written in here what my job is. I'm taking auto glass claims at Safelite--and I actually kind of like it. I enjoy helping people, shop owners tend to be nice guys, etc. And I've always enjoyed talking to strangers. Obviously there are annoying twits, but that goes with any kind of territory involving people. I'm surprised to learn that I'm actually kind of a people person.
In less happy news, my grandmother is looking at her final days. She already heard her final rites. Mostly numb to it, not sure how to process it, slightly more complicated with all of the stuff I wrote about her over the course of the semester--it's so odd to write about a person like a character you know intimately and be confronted with her being a yellowish hue. Wanted to cry, but knew that wouldn't help anyone. The lesson I'm learning this summer (via One Nation Under Therapy and some other experiences/readings) that it's not good to be ruled by your emotions and venting rarely solves the problem, at least for me. Go back to all that stuff about my journaling not being as positive as I would hope it would be.
Things are going really well with Trevor, loving working on his birthday gift. He visited in early June and I loved it, hope to see him sometime in August. I'm a lucky girl.
Yesterday someone from the Columbus Coalition Against Family Violence consulted me on this youth interfaith thing she wants to run, she seemed to think I was smart, etc, about the issue. My big concerns (aka things I wasn't sure that she would automatically think about) were that the males in the conference would feel alienated (they have this confrontation thing planned where the girls essentially tell off the guys and they just have to listen--kind of a relief for the girls, humiliating for the boys, no reason to cow the ones who come to these things--my guess is that they're already on the right page) and to at least mention in passing that abuse isn't just a heterosexual thing, sadly enough. I am way too influenced by Who Stole Feminism; I am too easily influenced in general.
This summer has helped me to remember what I need in a friend, how I can be a good one, and just generally think about a lot of the less positive stuff that happened over the course of the year. I'm going to try to just go with the flow, as much as someone like me can.
THRILLED with all the posting that is happening on Sophia's Draft. LOVE IT.
Ohh and I must brag, because I am so excited--just saw my Dean's list letter today and I also made First Group :). There's a chance I'll make it to the D.C. program after all!