Resolutions

NEXT YEAR

Next Year, 

Things are gonna change,

Gonna drink less beer

And start all over again

Gonna read more books

Gonna keep up with the news

Gonna learn how to cook

And spend less money on shoes

Pay my bills on time

File my mail away, everyday

Only drink the finest wine

And call my Gran every Sunday

Resolutions

Well Baby they come and go

Will I do any of these things?

The answers probably no

But if there's one thing, I must do,

Despite my greatest fears

I'm gonna say to you

How I've felt all of these years

Next Year, Next Year, Next Year

I gonna tell you, how I feel

Once again I have referenced a song. I can't help it. Music moves me. I live better with music. Why a blog titled resolutions in April? Most people make resolutions at the dawn of a New Year. Me.... I made them last September. An inherent desire for change was so overwhelming it could no longer be ignored. Thus the birth of my "resolutions" in the Fall of 2008.... was it law I wait until January? 

My growth as a person had been propitious. Far from perfect but consistent growth as an individual mentally and spiritually had been the pattern. However, my growth was being hindered and stunted to a degree by who I was on the outside. Had I known years ago what I know now I would have embraced change much sooner. But would I have appreciated or benefited as much? Most likely not, it was all in God's timing. While my mental and spiritual health were relatively great by any one's standards, my physical health was deteriorating. Many attempts had been made in the past to address this area of my life but all with fail. My failure could be attributed to many things: half-hearted attempts, lack of support, lack of inspiration. But those are excuses and I didn't have time for excuses any longer. I had to make resolve to do this on my own. Being on my own for the past 7 years may have helped me this time. I'm stronger and acclimated to only relying on one person... myself. So, it was up to me. If I failed- my fault. If I succeeded- it was my accomplishment. 

As I sit here 6 months into my "new year" not only am I nearly 40 pounds lighter but I am a different person. I am a better version of me. The effects that this physical change has had on me mentally, emotionally, spiritually is extraordinary. 

I'm not finished. I've not arrived. There is much more work to be done and this is on-going. This is my life and it will be habitual. 

Consistent Inconsistencies

Only in North Carolina do we have 6 inches of snow on Monday and then 70 degree weather on Friday. Not only is our world in a financial crisis... even the weather is inconsistent. Driving to work I began evaluating all the external forces in my life and they too in fact are.... inconsistent. Work. Finances. Health. All of it. My decisions have been anything but consistent as well. Yet in this consistent cycle of inconsistency I know to whom I belong. The Creator of Consistency has a firm grip on me. Despite the incongruity that results from the disastrous decisions I make daily, I find grace. And in that grace I don't have to feel guilty to convince Him I am sorry. Guilt for my iniquties does not make me more spiritual.... it makes me unfaithful. Guilt says to Him I don't believe that He could possibly forgive and forget, and that is exactly what He does. I have been consumed by guilt since I knew what guilt was. Since I was young I've felt guilty for just about everything, no matter how big or small the issue. All the time I have spent groveling and groaning about my inconsistency He has been consistently forgiving me and supplying the grace and mercy that are so much sweeter than any amount of guilt. So in this world as we know it I can remain stable amidst the turmoil because I am rooted in the One who is consistent.

Blogs of the past...

I came across some old blogs that I posted on myspace over the past couple years. They are from some very "interesting" times in my life so I wanted to repost them here. 

Hope for Humanity 11/17/06

I'm not a blogger, but for some reason I feel the need to blog about this... so here goes.

My day had been less than desirable and in an attempt to make it just a bit better I headed to the mecca... Starbucks. The only intention I had was to get my hot tea and get back to the office to just get the day over with. As I stood in line with, apparently, my emotions on my sleve, I waited til it was my turn. Usually I go through the drive-thru but today for some reason I opted to go inside. Maybe in an attempt to prolong my return to the office. It was my turn and I ordered my hot tea. I was taken aback when the girl whose name I later learned was Laurie, asked me in the most genuine way a person could ask, "How are you?". The minute she asked I immediately started to tear up because, I was in fact, TERRIBLE. Any other time I would have lied, said "great", and gone on with my day. However, she really wanted to know so I told her... "I'm actually pretty terrible, but I'll get over it". No sooner had the words come out of mouth she pushed the money I had placed on the counter back towards me. I just looked at her, confused. Laurie looked at me and said.... "whatever I can do to make your day better" This made me want to cry even more, but her simple gesture made all the difference. I knew... there is still hope for humanity.

I’m in love  11/22/07

It's 6:30 in the morning on Thanksgiving Day and I've already had my first cup of coffee..... translation.... I'm getting old. But you know what? I am SO okay with that. Today is Thanksgiving and there 39 days left in what I could call the worst year of my life but calling it "the worst year of my life" wouldn't be completely accurate. The person I have become in the last four months of my life is a direct result of the pain and suffering.... and I'm better for it. It's weird.... growing up that is, but I love it. With each joy, with each pain, with each tear (and oh my word I've shed many in the recent months) I feel myself being strecthed and pulled all in an effort to become the woman that God intended. I love the simple things... for instance my 6:30 am cup of coffee. I find joy in that.... am I crazy? I just walked in my neice's room and she's curled up in bed with her 2 jack russels and it was so sweet i started to cry..... those of you who know me well know I don't cry. The barista at Starbucks who served up my most new found joy (peppermint white chocolate mocha) and told me "it was on the house"..... yep I started to cry. And seeing my sister at the hospital last night in her scrubs a full blown nurse who has overcome so much more than i can explain overwhelms me with so much joy that a myspace blog could never do it justice. I'm in love.... in love with the small stuff. But the small stuff doesn't seem so small anymore.

t’s in the waiting  3/7/2008

Today is Friday. I call Fridays "Starbucks Day". After work I get to go to Starbucks and indlge in a full-fat-full-sugar-whatever-the-hell-i-want-latte and it tastes so good. Oh does it taste so so good. As I drove home reflecting on the hectic day that I've come to accept as normal I asked myself why it tasted so good. I've had so many coffees from starbucks. I don't want to know how much money I've spent there in my lifetime. But why is it that on Fridays when I lock the office door and head straight for the Elizabeth Ave Starbucks I forget about the hellascious week I have had? Was it because I hadn't had one in 7 days? Because I worked so hard? Because I counted carbs and got my butt kikced at the gym? Thats when it dawned on me. It's in the waiting. There are atleast 6 Starbucks within a 5 mile radius of my office. I could have made any day "Starbucks Day" this week. But I waited til Friday. I knew it would taste better. Thats what my life has been. A Waiting Room. Waiting for the weekend. Waiting for Fall. Waiting for Football Season. Waiting for the next episode of Friday Night Lights. Waiting for this hole in my heart caused by the man I thought I loved to go away. Waiting for a day where there is not one painful thought of him. Waiting for the day I fully embrace the fact the my only Love is the One who has never hurt me and never will, who loved me so much inspite of my small self that He sacrificed He whom He loved. It's in the waiting and once the waiting is over it tastes so much sweeter.

As if I’ve arrived  5/3/2008

I know I've not "arrived". I mean I don't even know where the hell I am going but I know where I've been. That may sound cliche but looking back on the past year of my life I wasn't sure I'd be this okay now that I am here on the other side of this monstrocity of a year. Accomplished is a good word. My feelings as of late lean more towards a feeling of accomplishment verses that of "arriving". The past year and especially the past 2 weeks have been some of the most intense moments of my life. The sweet part is I can now see why. There is a method to the madness when the dust settles and it all starts to make sense. It took some time for the dust to settle, man did it take time. Time I wish I could have back yet time I relish for I know there is no substitute for time. It heals all wounds and I believe when the wounds heal the scars look "less like scars and more like character" (thank you S. Groves). After a year of feeling, at times, like I was literally and physcially struggling to breathe..... I can breathe.  

Why I needed today....  7/14/2008

I woke up with a migraine so great this morning that I could barely move. My first thought was "I have so much work to do. I can't miss work. People need me. I can suck it up." Much Aleve later I still couldn't shake it so I went back to bed. I woke up a couple hours later better but drained (as migraines tend to have that affect on me) I mustered up enough energy to get some coffee and the computer. Many of you that know me know I like being busy, it's who I am. But today was definitely not going to be busy here at Stoney Branch Dr. As I was sitting here sipping my coffee and getting frustrated at what I could not accomplish from the confines of my couch my Haleigh called. My 8 year-old Haleigh Page that will never talk to me on the phone bcause, like her Aunt, has trouble sitting still. I sat there chatting with her about the  things that matter to 8 year-olds like her neighbors that don't take care of their dog, tomorrow's horse back riding lessons, her apologizing for ruining my carebear suitcase I had when I was little. Before I knew it over an hour had passed. Then it dawned on me how much I needed today. To be still and focus on the little things. Had she called me while I was at the office I could not  have invested over and hour to talk with her. I think I needed that conversation just as much as she did... maybe more.

Hiding My Heart

So this is how the story went
I met someone by accident
That blew me away
That blew me away

It was in the darkest of my days
When you took my sorrow and you took my pain
And buried them away, you buried them away

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face under the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
I'm sure you'll go one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I dropped you off at the train station
And put a kiss on top of your head
I watched you wave
I watched you wave
Then I went on home to my skyscrapers
Neon lights and waiting papers
That I call home
I call it home

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
I'm sure you'll go one day
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I woke up feeling heavy hearted
I'm going back to where I started
The morning rain
The morning rain
And you know I wish that you were here
But that same old road that brought me here
Is calling me home
Is calling me home

And I wish I could lay down beside you
When the day is done
And wake up to your face against the morning sun
But like everything I've ever known
You'll disappear someday
So I'll spend my whole life hiding my heart away
And I can't spend my whole life hiding my heart away

I love music and I love people who write music. It is as if God put these people on this earth to say exactly what I can't. To make sense of what I can not. Thank you Brandi Carlile.

My Outpouring

This is my outpouring. A figurative untying of my sack of ashes and pouring them out. No longer will I allow myself to be numb. I want to feel and whether I feel heartache and pain or love and elation it will be better than feeling nothing at all. My heart is so big but I've not allowed anyone in for months and months in fear of "feeling". Not feeling is safe and I've craved safety. To me safety is protection from.... from everything. All my efforts have gone into protecting myself and I've become so efficient at my version of protection. I've begun to pride myself on that fact. Protecting myself is not my job. That's Your department and I always get in Your way. It ends up wasting time and I don't want to waste anymore time. So, I am pouring it all out. My anxiety, my inadequacy, all my insecurities. They're Yours. I don't want them. I want love. I want holiness. I want righteousness and they are all found in You. Be my Center. Be my Protection. Give me a garmnet of praise. No more anger. No more hurt. No more defensiveness. Just You and only You.

I'm Ready to Make Nice

I’m not ready to make nice
I’m not ready to back down
I’m still mad as hell and
I don’t have time to go round and round and round
It’s too late to make it right
I probably wouldn’t if I could
Cause I’m mad as hell
Can’t bring myself to do what it is you think I should...

This has been my mantra and has encompassed what 2008 has been about. Amy is making peace with the demons in her life. That's what 2009 is going to be about. I'm making nice and I am tearing down walls with the demons that have decided to manifest an unecessary and unhealthy hatred in my heart. Forgive does sound good... my forgiveness may not mean a thing to him and he may never know I have forgiven him but I know. My heart knows. My heart knows the difference between bitterness and peace. She may never know the damage she has caused and expecting her to undo it is impossible. It's my cross to bear and I may be better for it. And they may never know they were the source of all these razors in my mind but I will lay it to rest because I'm ready to make nice. I need to make nice. I don't have to be invincible, the world is not mine to save. Vulnerability doesn't make me weak, it makes me teachable. Being mad has eaten at me for so long and I've missed out on a lot of living. I want to live and it's not too late. And the fact of the matter is that I truely don't have time to go round and round and round... so I won't. No justification. No compromise. Just forgiveness.

Not a Blogger of Nothing

I don't blog just to blog. I don't blog just because I'm partial to the clicking of the keyboard keys. The world does not need to know what I had for breakfast, how many hours I slept last night, or the average cost of my electric bill. My point.... I don't blog to fill space. There needs to be relevance and compassion behind that of which I am compelled to blog. Less is more, right?
One thing I am typically very careful to discuss is politics. Mainly because I will get mad and become convinced that you are stupid... you being anyone who disagrees on my views of politics. (Not really. Bless your heart for being a liberal. Lord knows you need it.) I'm registered unaffiliated. Let me set that straight right now. My frustration is not in one party or the next... my frustration comes from ignorance. And I've seen more ignorance than I can handle these last few weeks surrounding one of the most controversial elections ever. I believe more people voted for Obama because he is black or Sarah Palin because she is a woman. That is ignorance and ignorance became the means by which we elected a president. I equate this election to that of a high school homecoming court. Who is like me? Who is cooler? That's who I'm gonna vote for. What shite! And yes I mean shite! God bless America...... Lord knows we need it.
And one more thing.... to the tree hugging, subaru driving, anti-republican "lady" in front of me yesterday. The one whose bumper sticker read "pro-woman, pro-choice, anti-palin"......are you kidding me? You my friend are a walking contradiction. If you are so "pro-woman" why knock a female who has come closer to being 2nd in command of the free world? That is the epitome of a woman to be admired if you ask me..... republican, democrat, aside. Palin held her own, but unfortunately the homecoming king was crowned.... and his name is Obama.