it's never too late, you're never too bad, never too old, never too sick to start from scratch and begin again.-choudhury
My Facebook feed was red on Tuesday. It was an amazing, wonderful sight.
A million years ago, I was the alto soloist at a large Protestant church. My friend and classmate Justin was the tenor soloist. We loved the church, loved the people. Because neither of us grew up in that faith, we took an Alpha course, and at the end of the course we thought about joining the congregation.
And then he had a difficult discussion -maybe multiple discussions, I'm not sure - about his sexuality and where it fit into the teachings of the church.
I remember him saying that it was okay that he was gay, but he couldn't act on it.
I remember him saying he still wanted to join. That we needed to join. That it was time.
I remember being so confused. Thinking "so, I'm allowed to fall in love, have sex, get married because I'm attracted to men. But, Justin isn't allowed to do any of that, because he likes men too?"
It seemed blatantly unfair.
We joined the church.
We unjoined the church after a few years.
Neither of us go to church very often nowadays, come to think of it.
I'm still angry that they abandoned him, these million years later.
Angry that they couldn't allow him to live fully.
That they couldn't recognize how wonderful he was, exactly the way he was.
I am happy that Justin has found happiness - a wonderful spouse, two creative, gratifying careers.
I just wish he hadn't had to work so hard for something that I was privileged to take for granted.
SCOTUS, do the right thing.
Edited: Many thanks to my dear friend Justin Gomlak for allowing me to share this story. I love you, sweet friend.
March 21 - spring has sprung! Although Mother Nature seems to have not received the memo...it's chilly, with rain and snow in the forecast. I'm trying to enjoy it, as it really won't be long before the days are both warm and no longer my own. I'm always amazed that those tiny leaves push through when it's still so chilly and wet outside - I'd be pretty content to stay inside my comfy bud and wait for the sunshine.
In fact, that's kinda what I'm doing right now...trying to recuperate from being sick (oh gym, how I miss you) and listen to my body. I'm also doing something called Whole30, which is doing good things for me while kicking my ass. (I dreamt that I ate and drank so much pizza and red wine last night... I actually woke up feeling guilty for overindulging.) I'm only a few days in, and while it's not been terribly challenging yet I know it's a-coming. I'm already planning what I'm going to eat and drink on April 16th...today I'm planning on pasta and wine and a big piece of chocolate cake. (mit frosting, natürlich) Pathetic.
(I also may have signed up for this with a pal. Terrifying.)
I've finally put to bed two large work projects, which is great because I have a million little things to do yet to get ready for the summer. And I'm still chugging along on my little writing project.
So I suppose that No Gnus is Good Gnus, right Gary?
Well, that hour was stolen and somehow my good health went with it. LAME, DST....totes lame.
I've been sitting on my keister (kiester? keestir? butt. how's that?) all day, trying to not cough and fantasizing about milkshakes (which I can't eat, but would taste heavenly) and sun and being able to move without needing a tissue or hacking up a lung. Oh, and I've been reading internship applications, two-thirds of which tell me in no uncertain terms that they'd be FANTASTIC for the job with all of their related experience while simultaneously making errors in both spelling and grammar. As a colleague pithily said "If you tell me you are proficient at something, please spell proficient correctly." Or another thought - if you're not going to proof (or have someone else proof) your documents? Go ahead and leave that sentence about being "detail-oriented" out. Really, it's OK.
(I ranted more here. But it's really not all that interesting, just a grumpy old lady with a cold venting from her couch.)
So, to reward you for actually making it through DST Monday (Wouldn't it be better if it were MST3K Monday? That'd be rad.), I have links!
This woman has polarized so many of my pals. It's funny - my writer pals seems to dig her, but my classical music pals? Not so much. I'm on the fence, but I do resonate with the eight foot woman; being seen, and asking for help. They're difficult things to do, moreso as we become increasingly separated from others. Or are they easier, with the faceless anonymity of the internet? I do not know... but I am interested in the discussion.
Edited to add: Here's another thoughtful perspective on her talk.
Chickadees, I'm having a lovely, lazy weekend. Roasting vegetables, puttering around in the yard (somehow I'm not able to convince Boo that "raking" isn't a synonym for "playing catch."), spending a wee bit too much time loafing, painting my toes a ridiculous shade of green to get ready for St. Paddy's Day. The only thing that I have to do is make it to my yoga class this afternoon (and I enjoy it enough that it's no hardship), and that? Is my kind of to-do list.
Here are some things I've stumbled across that are worth sharing:
I made these today (in muffin form), and practically ate all of them myself.