Monday, October 5, 2009

Day 80: Here's to a future...

So technically I got back from Seattle yesterday, but since I slept through most of yesterday, today was my first actual day back on the Ark. It felt like I had been gone forever. But it's only been a week.

I miss Seattle already. The food, the friends, the family, the crazy memories. It's home. Don't get me wrong, I'm happy here in Arkansas. It's beautiful, and the people are really nice, and this house is amazing. But I miss the familiarity of having every place I go connected to a memory or two. I miss the bustle of the city and the coffee obsession. I miss old friends and more recent ones.

I've talked a lot about wanting to hit up Philly or San Francisco when I'm done with my time here, whenever that may be. But nothing can compare to home. Not that Seattle is perfect. But it's right. It's perfect for me.

So here's to a future of more girls' nights, crazy memories, epic life moments, coffee, yoga, artsiness, vacations, love and friendship. I can hardly wait.

I am grateful for:
  • phone chats with the BFF. We text every day, but it's good to catch up voice to voice. Especially since we have a tendency to live parallel lives.
  • getting back to the routine, including taking Sophie for walks with my mom. It felt like we hadn't done it in forever.
  • being caught up on sleep. Sleeping until 6pm one day and then noon the next will do that for you. It felt so good.
  • coconut curry chocolate. No explanation needed.
  • closure. It feels really good to move on.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

How to return home.

I'm grateful for:
  • A weekend full of friendship, beauty, dance, laughter, love, homecoming, hugs, music, and of course, gratitude.
  • Romeo et Juliette at Pacific Northwest Ballet - it was truly one of the most beautiful and emotional masterpieces I've ever seen. The dancers, the orchestra, the score, the lighting, the set... every last detail was stunning. And I'm so grateful I got to experience it with Clare. (We WILL find give-you-wings love, Clare!! It is out there!)
  • copious amounts of wine combined with old and new friends. I hadn't let loose like that in a while, and I definitely needed it.
  • Learning just how special and important university homecoming is once you're an alum. You really can return "home" - and though it's different and somewhat strange, your true friends will welcome you back with open arms and open hearts.
  • Choir of the West. I'm so glad I went to Homecoming Congregation this morning to hear them sing; they really are incredible this year. I had that special moment of joining the choir as an alum for "Beautiful Savior" and I can't even describe all the love I felt from everyone when they realized I was there. I honestly didn't expect such an excited and warm welcome, but after the organ postlude more and more of them kept trying to catch my eye and waved me over for a hug. It was wonderful. COW is my second family, probably even more than my theatre family... they have always accepted me and loved me and I never have to put up a front with them. I love them so much! I miss them all, grads and those still singing with the group, and right now I would give anything to sing with them again. My heart is overflowing and aching at the same time. :)
  • FRIENDSHIP.
  • Music.
  • Being Love.

Day 79: Home

It feels so good to be home. But I miss being in Seattle. Visiting made me realize how much it's really home, in the grander sense of everything. So as a bright side, this trip has made me realize that I want to end up back in Seattle after all.

Today, I am grateful for:
  • Mad Men. It's so brilliantly honest.
  • being a little caught up on sleep. I definitely slept until 6pm today and am headed back to bed soon.
  • Sophie wanting to stick right next to me. She's guarding me to make sure I don't leave again.
  • having a really cool writing idea.
  • having about six pillows. I am hella comfortable.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Day 78: Sleepy

List o' gratitude:
  • being home
  • falling asleep in my own bed
  • being back with Sophie
  • getting to take this trip
  • sleep

Friday, October 2, 2009

Day 77: Grateful for Yesterdays

Today I have different sort of gratitude. To be blunt, today was pretty suck-tacular, as I said goodbye to my grandmother and my friend, Peter, who are both going to die before I can see them again. So I'm less grateful for today and more grateful for the amazing amount of yesterdays and memories that include my grandmother and/or Peter. I'm also grateful for the impact they have had on my life.

Peter taught me, more in his dying than his life, ironically, to live life to the fullest. He says he's lived three lifetimes, and when my time comes, I hope I can say that too. Peter lived the way that everyone else is scared to. He was impulsive and hedonistic, and there were times it worked out and times it didn't. But Peter never had to ask himself what would have happened. He always plunged in. He always made me smile, and today he made me cry. I know he didn't mean to help raise me, but he really did.

My grandmother (combined with my mother) made me the woman I am today. She always used to tell me, "Have an opinion." Those of you who know me know that opinions are something I have never been short of. She taught me to speak me mind. She taught me to cook and to bake. And to swear. She was virtually the perfect grandmother. And I am so grateful for all if the memories I have of her and the lessons she taught me.

Most of all, I'm grateful for this past week. I am so blessed to have been able to fly back up here to see Peter and to see my grandmother. Saying goodbye is the hardest thing, but I'm glad I got to do that. And I'm grateful that I was here in time for my grandmother to still recognize me.

I am also grateful for:
  • Theo Chocolates. I have had five truffles in the past six hours. And I will probably have more chocolate. It's amazing (and comforting).
  • getting to hang out with Phil last night. We haven't seen each other in three and a half years, and yet we fell right back into it over a beer and then some Mad Men (his favorite show).
  • getting to see Kelli while I was here.
  • getting to sleep in my own bed tomorrow night.
  • getting to see my family.

This trip has been a blessing, even if it was for less than awesome reasons.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Be Love

In elementary school the walls were covered in posters telling us that we could choose our attitude and encouraging us to "hang in there." (Do you remember that one? With the little kitten hanging from a tree branch?) I recall rolling my eyes at those, convinced that my teachers' cutesy attempts at creating the perfect positive, motivating environment would have zero success at eliminating our playground drama or making the worksheets the least bit enjoyable. It's not so much that I truly believed that my attitude had nothing to do with my experience... it's just that those perky messages of encouragement, those thumbs up and bubble letters, have always made me twitch. Like, primary colors and comic sans are more likely to make me want to "accidently" kick little Billy than they are to evoke positive energy within me.

That being said, it kind of amazes me that now, in this strange new territory of adulthood, we're really focusing on choosing our attitudes. We know now that mantras work; we rely on affirmations, we latch onto song lyrics that inspire or encourage us, we tattoo ourselves with words, phrases, and images that we know will bring us happiness and strength and will remind us of who we are. We realize the power of positive energy, and we are actively choosing gratitude. We have many more problems in our lives than when we were children, but now we are making promises to ourselves and each other that we'll "hang in there."

This blog is proof that the simple choice to practice gratitude has changed our outlooks and hopefully improved our existence on this earth.

This is not to say, of course, that we don't still feel anger, grief, frustration, envy, or hatred even. (Or anything else.) But I like to think that by giving love and gratitude, I'm opening myself up to receive love. And hopefully then those negative emotions will become more manageable - and surely with less negativity comes better health (physical, mental, and emotional), right?

I was using my time really super efficiently today by flipping through tv, and I stumbled across the episode of LA Ink where Jason Mraz, Bushwalla, and two of their friends all get tattoos around the theme "Be Love." (You know I love any time I get to see a little Mraz.) Anyway, he explained that the motto basically sums up the realization that there doesn't need to be terms or conditions for giving or receiving love - you can just be love. You can choose to embody all that love is and go through life with a positive, humble, gracious outlook. You can be the love you want for yourself and others. That really struck a chord with me, and not just because I'm a huge Mraz fan. I want to try this motto on for size; I want to try being love. I think it will suit me.

You all know I've wanted a tattoo for about four years now, and have just taken my time figuring out exactly what I want and where I want it. I definitely don't want to do something unless I'm absolutely sure I'll love having that piece of art on my body for the rest of my life. But I really seriously think Be Love could be it - it encompasses everything I'm trying to do with this practice of gratitude and the mentality I want to hold on to for the rest of my life, especially as things get harder with finding jobs, living on my own, finding love, etc. I never want to stop being grateful, and I think a permanent reminder to give and receive love will help with that. Now it comes down to the design of the tattoo and where to place it (the theatre business is tricky like that... I have to be able to easily cover it, when ideally I would want to show it off.) And then, most importantly, I need to find a great artist.

So much to think about. I'm excited for the possibilities. I'm looking forward to a new day and I'm ready to begin consciously being love.

Day 76: There's no place like hope.

The title of this post is actually the title of a book that I ran across this morning in my aunt and uncle's house. It's a book about fighting cancer, which doesn't pertain to me, but the title really resonated with me. "There's no place like hope." It's so simple that we (at least, I) never stop to think about it.

So along with gratitude, I'm determined to start practicing more hope.

Things I'm grateful for include:
  • running across that book.
  • my aunt finding scraps of my grandmother's wedding dress (as well as the entire intact dress). There are enough scraps of fabric to make something out of for my younger cousin and me, if we ever decide to get married.
  • friends who let me freak out over stupid stuff because it's easier than freaking out over the big stuff.
  • having plans to go out tonight.
  • the prospect of Con Con in February.

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