You know those days when you climb into bed at night, and you’re somehow filed with a real sense of accomplishment for the day… and it even makes you excited about what you can accomplish tomorrow?
Yeah, they haven’t been too common for me lately, but today is one of them, and it feels amazing. 🙂
Sometimes, getting creative can be useful not only for the immediate goal, but also for a secondary but equally important one. You see, I didn’t have all my steps in for the day (based on my step goal on my fabulous FitBit) this evening, and so I was pacing forward and backward while talking with my mom. She told me that it was just too weird that I was doing that – literally walking forward and then reversing, while still facing and talking with her – and that I needed to stop walking like that. And so, I got creative. I walked at least five different ways that did not involve a forward-backward trek, and asked my mom how each one was. On the really fast shuffled steps, neither one of us could hold it together – it was just too funny. And so, by being creative and silly, I not only moved my step count closer to my step goal for the day, but I also created an opportunity for my mom and me to bond a little bit more. Mind, body, and soul are doing well. Healthy on all fronts tonight! 😛
I know it’s only a small amount of money for a transcript request, but I feel like the organization that feels that the individual applying and presenting his/her own information is not reliable enough not to have altered his/her transcript, such that it wants a copy directly from the college or university the individual attended, ought to be the one to pay for the transcript to be sent. It is the one who feels that the student is unreliable, and yet the student is the one who has to pay for that? Just seems a little too ridiculous. If you don’t trust me, that’s okay. But do your own research – don’t have me do it for you, when I’m already presenting you with the truth. It’s along similar lines as saying someone doesn’t trust his girlfriend to be loyal, and so he has his girlfriend hire a private detective to follow herself around. Sure, it’s a little drastic, but it’s the same concept…
I found out today that my brother had felt unease about his nerdy knowledge on various topics. Quite frankly, I had always admired him for said nerdiness. Whenever he was interested in a topic, he’d do what he could to learn as much as possible in a short period of time. And then, if it was something that he really enjoyed, how continued to learn about it in the years that followed, becoming ever more the genius on the topic. Possibly the best part of it to me was that these often were topics that had almost nothing to do with his work or schooling – it was purely things that interested him. Nowadays, he is still the same about it all, though he definitely has certain topics on which he could be considered an expert after so many years and hours of study and work dedicated to them.
I guess, growing up, I just didn’t know his world of friends and classmates and, eventually, colleagues, because I was so much younger than he was. I had no idea that they didn’t know about his nerdy areas in his life, too. They apparently only knew about his cool, chic, sporty side (from what I understand now). He, it seems, was afraid of being rejected for his knowledge and studies. Now, though, he has begun to embrace his nerdiness, and publicly so (think social media, etc.), and he has been discovering how much respect exactly that aspect of him; especially since he is cool, chic, and sporty, but loves knowledge and nerding out over certain things. He is discovering that he had no need to be insecure about his interests and knowledge. Plus, despite the fact that the public has been responding really well to his nerd side’s being exposed, he already knew that it doesn’t really matter what other people think of him anyway – that’s their own business, not his. What matters is what he thinks about himself. If he is happy with who he is, then there is no reason not to express that in his life. So, he started finally expressing himself, nerdiness included. Now that he has been doing that, he has also found that people are grateful to him for sharing himself and his passions with the world. Super duper win-win, I say. And I am proud of him doubly, for keeping up the nerdy knowledge, and now for sharing it with the world. 🙂
I feel like some people are just destined to sleep early at night, and some to sleep late at night.
I am one of the latter.
Tonight, as a fifth-day support – for I have had now five days in a row that have ended similarly late, though without previous expectation, and each with a different, outside-of-myself reason for it – for this belief, I spent three-ish hours (more than that, actually) on the phone with an old friend, who had reached out, somewhat out of the blue, in desire to talk for a while, despite the late hour.
Now, here I am, even later than the other nights, finally going to sleep just before three in the morning, even though I was prepping for bed at nine something this evening. 😛
I’m just destined to get to sleep late at night, it seems.
Today, I both achieved and upgraded a dream of mine.
I’ve wanted for decades to stand at the crossing point between raining and not raining, and I did that today. I walked outside, in a hurry to go for a walk or run before the rains began. When I stepped out of the front door, I saw rain coming down as I glanced at the house across and over from ours. ‘Oh. It’s already raining,’ I thought to myself. After a moment’s pause – one during which I had been making plans to turn back around and walk back inside, seeing as how it was already raining – I registered that, although I was looking at rain, I was not actually getting wet, despite the fact that I was standing directly under the sky, in the open air.
Almost before I knew it, I was sprinting towards the rain, declaring giddily, “This is what I’ve always wanted!”
It was the weirdest, rushing back and forth, into the rain and then back out of it, and then into it again. But it was wonderful fun.
However, after running back and forth a couple times or so, and even standing right at the edge, to where water was only falling on one arm and not the other, I discovered that my dream was now replaced with a similar but upscaled one. I now wanted to stand at the edge of pouring sheeting of rain and no rain. The casual style of this sprinkling, misty rain was good, but not enough. I want what we get in the highway during a downpour, where we have the sudden lift that occurs at the border between the pummeling rain and no rain, where sight and sound are all suddenly cleared, and in only a moment’s transition. I want to stand at that border.
In times of trouble, remember your mantras…
Today, mine is:
Your grace is enough for me
Mine is a life truly blessed, and I aim to remember that and to have it be present through all of the struggles… especially when I am afraid to let go and let God…