So...
I was going through an envelope of homework I did while in high school. One of the things I found was a "Dear Boy" letter I had to write in Bible class.
And I decided to put it here. Because some of it is promises that I've made, and need to remind myself of over and over, so I don't forget them when the time is right. And some of it are things that every girl wants the man she loves to know. Some of the details are ridiculously out of date, but...the premise is the same. So...just bear with me here. Thanks. :-)
*~*~*~*~*
Dear Boy,
I have no idea who you are, where you live, or even what your name is. I don't know how or when I'll meet you, but I know it will all be right.
I want you to know that I'll love you, no matter what you're like.
I hope you'll remember that my birthday is in September, not in May, and that I like baseball, not basketball. Even if you don't remember, I'll still love you, but it would be nice if you knew.
I promise to remember what sport you play, and what position, and I'll never forget your number. I swear I won't hate you, even if you like the Red Sox, although I may tease you a bit. Just remember I like the Yankees.
I promise not to compare you to other guys, and I hope you'll try not to compare me to other girls.
Please remember that I need you to hold me, even if nothing looks wrong. And if you ask if something's wrong and I say no, I'm probably lying, so hold me anyway.
I promise that, while you're skateboarding or whatever else guys do, I won't worry about you (too much). I'll do my best to keep your friends' names straight, if you'll do the same for mine.
If I cry, please don't see me as weak or pathetic - just hold me close and love me. If you cry, I'll do the same.
I hope you'll love me for who I am, not for who you can make me. Please understand that, while I like Backstreet Boys and Plus One, I'll love you that much more, so please don't call them gay.
Please realize that, while I'll go to a hockey game with you a hundred times, I'd like to go see a movie with you, too, even just once or twice.
If we break up, I'll still love you, though I will be hurt. I'll get over it, and I'll still want to be your friend, if you'll let me.
Just promise me you love me, and I'll do my best to never let you down.
Please know that I pray for you all the time.
I love you.
~Kim
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Monday, February 15, 2010
Monday, March 23, 2009
Comfort In Strange Places
They say that scent is the strongest sense tied to memory.
How true...
I was reading tonight, finishing Breaking Dawn for the third time.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of the coming week. Of the planned meetings with Bubbe. The hopeful/tentative plans with Seth. The cafe and open mic on Wednesday. The uncertainty of Thursday, with the hope of some laundry getting done. The conference this weekend with the 20's in the area.
Thoughts of Jenn and Hart. Of Jackie. Heather. Of my family. Crystal. My friends in Tampa. Britta.
Thoughts of my lack of a job. Of a life.
And I felt...sad...frustrated...almost hopeless. Almost like I was alone in all of it. In all of my wanting to do something...to truly go somewhere with my life...and with my inability to seem to make that happen.
I'm not alone. I know and understand this. I have amazing friends and family. There is not a doubt in my mind that I'm never alone.
But I felt alone, just for that fleeting second.
I missed my life. My security. My independence.
A fraction of a second found me with my face buried in the binding of the book, a habit I'm not sure where I acquired, but one that comforts me nonetheless. Because the friend I borrowed the book from smokes, my nostrils were quickly filled with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.
In a flash, I was no longer standing in my bedroom at 2am, thinking about the things that weren't in order in my life.
I was at Travis' house, sitting on his bed watching a movie, while he played games on his computer and fixed mine.
I was standing in my kitchen, cooking dinner and yelling back and forth through the open door and windows with my group of friends on the balcony.
I was at Ballast with Lucy and Chris and even Rob, watching our makeshift bonfires and walking down the pier.
I was sitting on the sofa in my apartment, playfully closing the curtains as the boys stood outside smoking, using wireless remotes to play video games.
I was at Kelsie's house, talking and giggling and gossiping.
I was walking to the store with Mike, buying diapers for the kids he was babysitting and laughing at the looks other customers were giving us.
I was lounging at the pool at Camden, laughing and screaming and throwing handfuls of ice back at the boys.
I was leaning against the railing on my porch, giggling at the boys and throwing pennies down into the night below, making the frogs jump across the courtyard.
I was walking through Busch Gardens with Travis, as he pretended to be in the area thanks to a local cruise or group trip, just to bum a smoke off a stranger.
I was with Lucy and Chris and Rob again at Starbucks, all of us drinking coffee and talking about anything and everything...and nothing.
I was in my bed, curling up in Gary's arms when he crawled in next to me after locking the door for the night.
And...while there was a slight sting, because I suddenly realized that none of those memories involved Crystal... I was amazed.
Amazed that all that it took to throw me back to so many happy memories was that faint whiff of smoke.
In that split second, I forgot everything else. I forgot the feelings of failure and frustration and sorrow and worthlessness.
All I could remember were the good times. All the days I'd joked with my friends, asking them if they were trying to kill me with all the secondhand smoke.
I never thought that the thought of a cigarette would make me smile. Make me happy. Make me remember days when things were hard, but OK.
And then make me remember what I have.
My parents. My brothers. My sister. My grandmother. The rest of my large, crazy, dysfunctional family whom I love dearly.
Jenn. Jackie. Hart. The rest of my congregation, and the lifelong friends and allies I have found there.
Heather. Britta. Danielle. Mike. Rafael. All the friends who have come into my life over the last almost-25 years and who prove, time and time again, that hey are always there for me.
Alan. Ashley. Krow. Kelsie. Chris. Lucy. Mike. Gary. Everyone in Tampa who accepted me into their group, who made me feel at home, who were there for that happy summer, became my family, and supported me as I crashed and burned.
Suddenly, life wasn't so bad.
Everything was OK. Bearable. Not as bad as it had seemed just moments before.
Because I realized...
No matter where I am, who I'm with, how I'm feeling... Regardless of whether or not I'm employed or I own my own car... Completely independent of my ability to financially (or even emotionally, some days) support myself...
I am never alone.
I have been blessed beyond all measure with friends and family who love me. Who are there for me. Who will always stand beside me, no matter what's happening.
I invariably respond to the question "What's your worst fear?" with the response "That something terrible would happen to the people I love." That sentence is always followed by the addition "And being alone forever."
Tonight I realize that, regardless of whether not the good Lord sees fit to fulfill my desire to share my life and passion with a good man...
I will not be alone forever.
Funny that the "tool" I needed to have that particular revelation was the fading odor of someone's habitual smoking...
How true...
I was reading tonight, finishing Breaking Dawn for the third time.
Suddenly, I was overwhelmed with thoughts of the coming week. Of the planned meetings with Bubbe. The hopeful/tentative plans with Seth. The cafe and open mic on Wednesday. The uncertainty of Thursday, with the hope of some laundry getting done. The conference this weekend with the 20's in the area.
Thoughts of Jenn and Hart. Of Jackie. Heather. Of my family. Crystal. My friends in Tampa. Britta.
Thoughts of my lack of a job. Of a life.
And I felt...sad...frustrated...almost hopeless. Almost like I was alone in all of it. In all of my wanting to do something...to truly go somewhere with my life...and with my inability to seem to make that happen.
I'm not alone. I know and understand this. I have amazing friends and family. There is not a doubt in my mind that I'm never alone.
But I felt alone, just for that fleeting second.
I missed my life. My security. My independence.
A fraction of a second found me with my face buried in the binding of the book, a habit I'm not sure where I acquired, but one that comforts me nonetheless. Because the friend I borrowed the book from smokes, my nostrils were quickly filled with the faint smell of cigarette smoke.
In a flash, I was no longer standing in my bedroom at 2am, thinking about the things that weren't in order in my life.
I was at Travis' house, sitting on his bed watching a movie, while he played games on his computer and fixed mine.
I was standing in my kitchen, cooking dinner and yelling back and forth through the open door and windows with my group of friends on the balcony.
I was at Ballast with Lucy and Chris and even Rob, watching our makeshift bonfires and walking down the pier.
I was sitting on the sofa in my apartment, playfully closing the curtains as the boys stood outside smoking, using wireless remotes to play video games.
I was at Kelsie's house, talking and giggling and gossiping.
I was walking to the store with Mike, buying diapers for the kids he was babysitting and laughing at the looks other customers were giving us.
I was lounging at the pool at Camden, laughing and screaming and throwing handfuls of ice back at the boys.
I was leaning against the railing on my porch, giggling at the boys and throwing pennies down into the night below, making the frogs jump across the courtyard.
I was walking through Busch Gardens with Travis, as he pretended to be in the area thanks to a local cruise or group trip, just to bum a smoke off a stranger.
I was with Lucy and Chris and Rob again at Starbucks, all of us drinking coffee and talking about anything and everything...and nothing.
I was in my bed, curling up in Gary's arms when he crawled in next to me after locking the door for the night.
And...while there was a slight sting, because I suddenly realized that none of those memories involved Crystal... I was amazed.
Amazed that all that it took to throw me back to so many happy memories was that faint whiff of smoke.
In that split second, I forgot everything else. I forgot the feelings of failure and frustration and sorrow and worthlessness.
All I could remember were the good times. All the days I'd joked with my friends, asking them if they were trying to kill me with all the secondhand smoke.
I never thought that the thought of a cigarette would make me smile. Make me happy. Make me remember days when things were hard, but OK.
And then make me remember what I have.
My parents. My brothers. My sister. My grandmother. The rest of my large, crazy, dysfunctional family whom I love dearly.
Jenn. Jackie. Hart. The rest of my congregation, and the lifelong friends and allies I have found there.
Heather. Britta. Danielle. Mike. Rafael. All the friends who have come into my life over the last almost-25 years and who prove, time and time again, that hey are always there for me.
Alan. Ashley. Krow. Kelsie. Chris. Lucy. Mike. Gary. Everyone in Tampa who accepted me into their group, who made me feel at home, who were there for that happy summer, became my family, and supported me as I crashed and burned.
Suddenly, life wasn't so bad.
Everything was OK. Bearable. Not as bad as it had seemed just moments before.
Because I realized...
No matter where I am, who I'm with, how I'm feeling... Regardless of whether or not I'm employed or I own my own car... Completely independent of my ability to financially (or even emotionally, some days) support myself...
I am never alone.
I have been blessed beyond all measure with friends and family who love me. Who are there for me. Who will always stand beside me, no matter what's happening.
I invariably respond to the question "What's your worst fear?" with the response "That something terrible would happen to the people I love." That sentence is always followed by the addition "And being alone forever."
Tonight I realize that, regardless of whether not the good Lord sees fit to fulfill my desire to share my life and passion with a good man...
I will not be alone forever.
Funny that the "tool" I needed to have that particular revelation was the fading odor of someone's habitual smoking...
Thursday, November 6, 2008
All Jumbled Up Inside
I walked to Publix today to get myself the star fruit I've been craving since I broke up with Rob. His mom has a tree full of them in the back yard, and when he went outside to smoke, Rob and I would sit by the pool and eat the juicy, fleshy points of the fruit and feed the more fibrous insides to his dog. I haven't had one since I've been single, and I've missed biting into the sweet fruit and having the juice dribble down my fingers and chin.
On the way to the store, I popped on the earbuds for my MP3 player (yes, I know, I'm behind the times by not having an iPod, but this was a hand-me-down from when Crystal got her iPod, and I really don't have the money to ditch this perfectly good portable music source) and selected the newest 3 Doors Down CD to listen to. I'm always amazed by how a single song can make me feel opposite emotions with equal strength. I'm also surprised by how ten minutes can make a difference as to what emotion is felt. As I listened to the first few tracks on the way to the store, I was contentedly but determinedly walking the 3/4 mile to the grocery store, thinking of nothing more than the fact that I was on my way to get what I've been wanting for so long.
On the walk home, however, star fruit and vidalia onion swinging from my hand in the grocery bag, those same songs took on a whole new meaning. All I could think about was the way my life has turned out. The way things are going, and how helpless I feel. I was comparing my life a year ago to my life now.
A year ago, I was living with my parents, getting ready to move to Tampa. I was employed, had a car I loved, and was getting ready to chase down a dream I've had for as long as I can remember. I was getting ready to move to FLORIDA. To be near the beach. Where there's an abundance of sun. And, most importantly, where my sister is. Yes, I was worried about financing the move, but it was happening, and I had faith that everything would work itself out. How could it not? I was finally being proactive about my life. Grabbing the bull by the horns and demanding what I wanted out of life. I loved every second of my life because, for the first time, I was doing things for ME.
Today, I have come full circle, and I am staring at the shattered remains of everything I thought would last forever. I have no job, and haven't had one since my birthday in September, when my literal wake-up call was my boss saying not to bother logging on to work, and could I please mail back their computer. My car, which has been nothing more than a parking lot ornament since the head gasket went in August, was repossessed last week, because I do not have the money to pay for the loan. I am living in an apartment that I have only not been evicted from because of the kindness, understanding, and trust of my landlord. I have not spent any time with my sister since my birthday party the Friday before my birthday, with the exception of the one night last month when I persuaded her to give me a ride home from a babysitting job.
I'm not saying that I completely regret this move. I have made great friends. I have more pictures of me (a happy me) and my friends from these past ten months of my life than from the previous 5 years combined. I have memories that will carry me through a lifetime. I have laughed and cried, loved and lost, sang and screamed, ran and crawled, danced and crashed, held and pushed away. I have completely opened up and experienced a spectrum of emotions I'd previously shut myself off to. I have discovered where I need to put my foot down, and where I can afford to be more understanding. I have learned who will be there for me most when I need them, who I can call sobbing in the middle of the night, who will make me laugh no matter what mood I'm in, who will prove their friendship over and over again, who will hold me when I need a hug, who will just sit with me and let me cry, who will talk me through the rough spots, who will always gently suggest that I do things differently, who will force me to see the truth I'm reluctant to face, and, sadly, who will cease to be there for me when our relationship is no longer easy or convenient.
This turning my life upside down is two-folded. In the same amount of time that I have discovered these parts of myself and the people around me, I have also destroyed the financial aspect of my life. It is in shambles. Being the sole provider for my household has completely demolished any sense of independence living on my own could have possibly created. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad I got to live with Crystal, however short that time was and however little she was actually around. But...had I had a roommate to help with the bills, things would be different right now. And I was too proud to see that until recently.
I am well aware of the fact that I'm probably going to have to move back in with my parents. But...I don't want to. For many reasons. I don't want to live on a cot in their office. I don't want to go from being an independent woman back to being the oldest child who has come home (again) and is now expected to take part in every family meal, every outing, every chore. I don't want to give up having my own home - my own escape. I don't want to give up having my own life.
And...ridiculous as this is...I don't want to give up the idea of living with Gary. I don't want to give up having a guaranteed roommate. I don't want to let go of the constant laughter and happiness he brings into my life. I am reluctant to take myself away from my own personal ray of sunshine. And for reasons I am not at liberty to share because they are not my business to tell, I want to spend every second I can with him, while I still have those seconds. He wants to leave Florida anyway, and I want to be able to be near him when he makes that relocation. I don't completely understand, and therefore can't explain, the friendship that we have...but I don't want to do anything to risk losing it. The connection between us is undeniable and, while I am not looking for a romantic relationship, I can't get enough of being around him.
But...as much as I don't want to live with my parents, I don't know where I'll get the money to live on my own. Not without a job (still). And, even if I do get a job soon...paying my bills here AND saving enough to move is not something I'm seeing as a likely option.
Yes, the intelligent thing for me to do is to put my stuff into storage and move into Mom and Dad's office. To sleep on that cot every night, and allow the frustration of being in that position to force me to get off my ass and get my life together so that I CAN move out soon. And maybe then I'll be able to "send for" Gary, and have him join me back home. Maybe the fact that Seth wants to move out with me/us will make it a reality that much sooner...
That doesn't make it any more deisrable.
As I walked back from Publix today, I vacillated between devastation and frustration...and hope and determination. Frustration and devastation because, in chasing this dream, I feel like I may have ruined the rest of my life. And hope and determination because, as 3 Doors Down so eloquently puts it (lyrics below), my mistakes do not define me - they tell me who I'm not.
So...I still don't know what I'm going to do...or...maybe I DO know, and I'm just not admitting it to myself...
But... I am determined not to let this define me. I will not let this get me down, or keep me from pursuing other dreams. I may be beaten down. I may feel like I've hit a wall I cannot climb or fallen into a hole I cannot get out of. But I refuse to let this stop me.
I will overcome this. I will have my life back. I will be happy again. I will not go to bed every night, laying awake wondering how I am going to face the next day.
And, at the risk of sounding very cliche...
I WILL SURVIVE.
"It's The Only One You've Got"
How do you know where you're going
When you don't know where you've been
You hide the shame that you're not showing
And you won't let anyone in
A crowded street can be a quiet place
When you're walking alone
And now you think that you're the only
One who doesn't
[Chorus:]
Have to try
And you won't have to fail
If you're afraid to fight
Then i guess you never will
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
Memories have left you broken
And the scars have never healed
The emptiness in you is growing
But so little left to fill
You're scared to look back on the days before
You're too tired to move on
And now you think that you're the only one who doesn't
[Chorus]
What would it take
To get you to say that i'll try
And what would you say if
This was the last day of your life
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
On the way to the store, I popped on the earbuds for my MP3 player (yes, I know, I'm behind the times by not having an iPod, but this was a hand-me-down from when Crystal got her iPod, and I really don't have the money to ditch this perfectly good portable music source) and selected the newest 3 Doors Down CD to listen to. I'm always amazed by how a single song can make me feel opposite emotions with equal strength. I'm also surprised by how ten minutes can make a difference as to what emotion is felt. As I listened to the first few tracks on the way to the store, I was contentedly but determinedly walking the 3/4 mile to the grocery store, thinking of nothing more than the fact that I was on my way to get what I've been wanting for so long.
On the walk home, however, star fruit and vidalia onion swinging from my hand in the grocery bag, those same songs took on a whole new meaning. All I could think about was the way my life has turned out. The way things are going, and how helpless I feel. I was comparing my life a year ago to my life now.
A year ago, I was living with my parents, getting ready to move to Tampa. I was employed, had a car I loved, and was getting ready to chase down a dream I've had for as long as I can remember. I was getting ready to move to FLORIDA. To be near the beach. Where there's an abundance of sun. And, most importantly, where my sister is. Yes, I was worried about financing the move, but it was happening, and I had faith that everything would work itself out. How could it not? I was finally being proactive about my life. Grabbing the bull by the horns and demanding what I wanted out of life. I loved every second of my life because, for the first time, I was doing things for ME.
Today, I have come full circle, and I am staring at the shattered remains of everything I thought would last forever. I have no job, and haven't had one since my birthday in September, when my literal wake-up call was my boss saying not to bother logging on to work, and could I please mail back their computer. My car, which has been nothing more than a parking lot ornament since the head gasket went in August, was repossessed last week, because I do not have the money to pay for the loan. I am living in an apartment that I have only not been evicted from because of the kindness, understanding, and trust of my landlord. I have not spent any time with my sister since my birthday party the Friday before my birthday, with the exception of the one night last month when I persuaded her to give me a ride home from a babysitting job.
I'm not saying that I completely regret this move. I have made great friends. I have more pictures of me (a happy me) and my friends from these past ten months of my life than from the previous 5 years combined. I have memories that will carry me through a lifetime. I have laughed and cried, loved and lost, sang and screamed, ran and crawled, danced and crashed, held and pushed away. I have completely opened up and experienced a spectrum of emotions I'd previously shut myself off to. I have discovered where I need to put my foot down, and where I can afford to be more understanding. I have learned who will be there for me most when I need them, who I can call sobbing in the middle of the night, who will make me laugh no matter what mood I'm in, who will prove their friendship over and over again, who will hold me when I need a hug, who will just sit with me and let me cry, who will talk me through the rough spots, who will always gently suggest that I do things differently, who will force me to see the truth I'm reluctant to face, and, sadly, who will cease to be there for me when our relationship is no longer easy or convenient.
This turning my life upside down is two-folded. In the same amount of time that I have discovered these parts of myself and the people around me, I have also destroyed the financial aspect of my life. It is in shambles. Being the sole provider for my household has completely demolished any sense of independence living on my own could have possibly created. Don't get me wrong - I'm glad I got to live with Crystal, however short that time was and however little she was actually around. But...had I had a roommate to help with the bills, things would be different right now. And I was too proud to see that until recently.
I am well aware of the fact that I'm probably going to have to move back in with my parents. But...I don't want to. For many reasons. I don't want to live on a cot in their office. I don't want to go from being an independent woman back to being the oldest child who has come home (again) and is now expected to take part in every family meal, every outing, every chore. I don't want to give up having my own home - my own escape. I don't want to give up having my own life.
And...ridiculous as this is...I don't want to give up the idea of living with Gary. I don't want to give up having a guaranteed roommate. I don't want to let go of the constant laughter and happiness he brings into my life. I am reluctant to take myself away from my own personal ray of sunshine. And for reasons I am not at liberty to share because they are not my business to tell, I want to spend every second I can with him, while I still have those seconds. He wants to leave Florida anyway, and I want to be able to be near him when he makes that relocation. I don't completely understand, and therefore can't explain, the friendship that we have...but I don't want to do anything to risk losing it. The connection between us is undeniable and, while I am not looking for a romantic relationship, I can't get enough of being around him.
But...as much as I don't want to live with my parents, I don't know where I'll get the money to live on my own. Not without a job (still). And, even if I do get a job soon...paying my bills here AND saving enough to move is not something I'm seeing as a likely option.
Yes, the intelligent thing for me to do is to put my stuff into storage and move into Mom and Dad's office. To sleep on that cot every night, and allow the frustration of being in that position to force me to get off my ass and get my life together so that I CAN move out soon. And maybe then I'll be able to "send for" Gary, and have him join me back home. Maybe the fact that Seth wants to move out with me/us will make it a reality that much sooner...
That doesn't make it any more deisrable.
As I walked back from Publix today, I vacillated between devastation and frustration...and hope and determination. Frustration and devastation because, in chasing this dream, I feel like I may have ruined the rest of my life. And hope and determination because, as 3 Doors Down so eloquently puts it (lyrics below), my mistakes do not define me - they tell me who I'm not.
So...I still don't know what I'm going to do...or...maybe I DO know, and I'm just not admitting it to myself...
But... I am determined not to let this define me. I will not let this get me down, or keep me from pursuing other dreams. I may be beaten down. I may feel like I've hit a wall I cannot climb or fallen into a hole I cannot get out of. But I refuse to let this stop me.
I will overcome this. I will have my life back. I will be happy again. I will not go to bed every night, laying awake wondering how I am going to face the next day.
And, at the risk of sounding very cliche...
I WILL SURVIVE.
"It's The Only One You've Got"
How do you know where you're going
When you don't know where you've been
You hide the shame that you're not showing
And you won't let anyone in
A crowded street can be a quiet place
When you're walking alone
And now you think that you're the only
One who doesn't
[Chorus:]
Have to try
And you won't have to fail
If you're afraid to fight
Then i guess you never will
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
Memories have left you broken
And the scars have never healed
The emptiness in you is growing
But so little left to fill
You're scared to look back on the days before
You're too tired to move on
And now you think that you're the only one who doesn't
[Chorus]
What would it take
To get you to say that i'll try
And what would you say if
This was the last day of your life
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
You hide behind your walls
Of maybe nevers
Forgetting that there's something more
Than just knowing better
Your mistakes do not define you now
They tell you who you're not
You've got to live this life you're given
Like it's the only one you've got
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