So it's so unfair. My whole life, my teeth have been slow. Not in chewing, mind you--but in coming in. I was almost three and I had four teeth in my head. (two of which my brother accidentally knocked out with his big head) I got my twelve-year-old molars at 16--it's been a weird ride.
And now, when I'm almost 30, I'm finally becoming wise.. I'm getting my wisdom teeth in. Which most college students get out! And now I feel like a baby, because my gums are sore, and my other teeth keep sitting on the swollen part and I have this dull throb in the side of my jaw. And I'll probably have to go to the dentist, one of my favorite places to go.. and then possibly to the oral surgeon, which I'm sure will be even more fun.
Urgh.. No great truth to be learned here. Just urghing right now.
Tuesday, March 18, 2008
Road Trip Reflections
This past weekend, I spent many hours in the car. Twenty four hours to be exact--12 hours on Friday--and then 12 hours again on Sunday. Well worth the trip, I got to see a dear friend of mine and her husband and their lovely little house, and the tiny town they live in and their wonder dog, Cortez.
My comrade in traveling was a patient, optimistic soul that I know from our days of working at a bookstore together. I told her stories about my life for hours. Adventures in college, and with boys and with my family; opinions about movies and books and television shows--who knew I was such an interesting person? Course, she might tell you different.
Anyway, what I realized was that there's really nothing like having that long to talk and laugh about life to really refresh your soul and help you to appreciate what is true and good---
Winter weather exists (a lit roadway sign told us of this in case there was any doubt)
London and Richmond are, in fact towns in Indiana and not England.
And when you can't see straight from laughing so hard--it may be time to pull over.
My comrade in traveling was a patient, optimistic soul that I know from our days of working at a bookstore together. I told her stories about my life for hours. Adventures in college, and with boys and with my family; opinions about movies and books and television shows--who knew I was such an interesting person? Course, she might tell you different.
Anyway, what I realized was that there's really nothing like having that long to talk and laugh about life to really refresh your soul and help you to appreciate what is true and good---
Winter weather exists (a lit roadway sign told us of this in case there was any doubt)
London and Richmond are, in fact towns in Indiana and not England.
And when you can't see straight from laughing so hard--it may be time to pull over.
Tuesday, March 11, 2008
In a Little While
Once, a few years ago, I was having a bad week. I had lost my job and the guy I was dating all in a matter of three days. A dear friend from college sent me an email that week and all it said was--
We're just here to learn to Love Him, we'll be home in just a little while.
And yes, it is a quote from an Amy Grant song, but it's just.. so comforting. Today I woke up feeling homesick. And maybe the home I was picturing in my head was one with a husband and family--but what I'm really longing for is my real home--where friends won't ever leave, and the longing that follows us all of our days here.. will finally be answered.
We're just here to learn to Love Him, we'll be home in just a little while.
And yes, it is a quote from an Amy Grant song, but it's just.. so comforting. Today I woke up feeling homesick. And maybe the home I was picturing in my head was one with a husband and family--but what I'm really longing for is my real home--where friends won't ever leave, and the longing that follows us all of our days here.. will finally be answered.
Thursday, March 6, 2008
My Foggy Funk
So I've felt myself in a funk for a few days. I'm getting to work--but not being really effective there and then when I get home.. it's me and my couch and whatever is on TV. No...that's not true--yesterday I spent some time trying to put a jigsaw puzzle together--and I got one whole side of the border done.. and then ended up sliding part of it into the box with all the other pieces so I just decided to scrap the whole thing..
But you see what I mean? Just, mindless, ineffective activity--and I just, so don't want to get out of bed--or go to bed for that matter (last night I put this off by watching My Fair Lady on TCM)I just...I just want to veg out for a few days and not have it matter. I want to turn off my brain that says "you should be doing something more constructive"...or "stuck at home alone? how sad" or "such a lazy bum"---I feel like I've been running marathons for weeks, and now I'm wondering why I'm tired, and a bit spacey. Suddenly I'm existing in a pea soup fog.. so oppressive that I can hardly move, and so thick, my next step is questionable.
But I was thinking this morning (which is progress, I haven't been doing much of that) that, the critics are in my own head. And if I want to drown them out--I need to either turn the TV up louder and sink deeper into my covers---or get up and get busy so I'm too engrossed to listen. I've tried both of these methods, and they work--for a while.
Or, better yet--I can listen to another Voice, until His is all I hear, and in that place will I find both strength to do as I should and rest when the road gets long.
But you see what I mean? Just, mindless, ineffective activity--and I just, so don't want to get out of bed--or go to bed for that matter (last night I put this off by watching My Fair Lady on TCM)I just...I just want to veg out for a few days and not have it matter. I want to turn off my brain that says "you should be doing something more constructive"...or "stuck at home alone? how sad" or "such a lazy bum"---I feel like I've been running marathons for weeks, and now I'm wondering why I'm tired, and a bit spacey. Suddenly I'm existing in a pea soup fog.. so oppressive that I can hardly move, and so thick, my next step is questionable.
But I was thinking this morning (which is progress, I haven't been doing much of that) that, the critics are in my own head. And if I want to drown them out--I need to either turn the TV up louder and sink deeper into my covers---or get up and get busy so I'm too engrossed to listen. I've tried both of these methods, and they work--for a while.
Or, better yet--I can listen to another Voice, until His is all I hear, and in that place will I find both strength to do as I should and rest when the road gets long.
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