Tuesday, August 15, 2017
I wish I were good at math.
I wish I were good at things that were certain and predictable and unwavering.
I wish I knew answers that were exact and correct and precise.
I wish I followed a process, step by step, line by line, until I ended at a solution, full of satisfaction and justification and proof.
I wish I could equate and balance and boil down to a nice, even, whole number.
But don't I just waver?
Don't I just ebb and flow?
Don't I just roll in and roll out and crash against the shore and go still and glassy on the surface?
Don't I just fight and spit and throw off those stays when all the calmness lies in being solved and secured and understood?
Don't I just flap in the breeze whenever a headwind comes around?
Don't I just come up off and disjointed and half?
Things might work out differently if I were better at math.
Friday, April 21, 2017
I’m feeling pretty good, guys! It was touch-and-go for a minute there, but I really feel like the person walking around in my skin actually resembles me these days, so I’m calling that progress. The kids are happy and healthy, homeownership suits me, I start a new job on Monday, and my sweet boyfriend makes a cute accessory to every outfit. It looks like I’m moving onward and upward, but this nice, new view required some climbing in the forms of job interviews and dating.
Long story short, I’ve spent quite a bit of time the past few months trying to explain myself to a lot of people in the simplest terms possible. I had to curb the sarcasm and the cynicism, which really took the shine off of my responses to the multitude of questions being hurled in my direction. So, here are my real answers to the questions I’ve been fielding using my best, and most well-behaved foot.
How My Job Interview Would Sound
- Describe your current position: Fetal. I’m a little stressed out about money.
-What obstacles have you overcome in order to achieve success?: Two words; potty training.
-What is your biggest weakness?: I’m an enabler, and I have bad taste in men.
-What's your biggest strength?: My eyes are up here, buddy.
-Why should we hire you?: My mom says I’m pretty and smart.
How My Dating Profile Would Read
-What’s your family like?: We need a therapist present, a sedative, and about 48 hours of uninterrupted time before I can paint you an accurate picture.
-What’s your favorite color?: I’m gonna tell you the same thing I told a toddler who woke me up at 4 am to answer that burning, insightful question. Sleep. Sleep is my favorite color.
-What’s your love language?: Tell the truth, dude. Honesty is my love language.
-How many people have you slept with?: Insert whatever arbitrary number makes you feel like I’m experienced enough to make you comfortable, without making you feel like I’m slutty.
-What do you do for fun?: Binge watch Masterpiece Theatre, read 17th century romance novels, and play Skip-Bo. Try to keep up, buddy. I’m looking for a true adventure partner.
Saturday, August 06, 2016
I haven't posted to my blog in over a year. It's been such a hard year, and I haven't known how to begin to put a framework of words around it. I haven't known what to say on my blog, to my coworkers, to my family, to my kids. I still don't know what to say, but I'm worried that if I don't start saying something, I'll just never say anything real ever again. Divorce is a common thing, that around half of the US population goes through. There is a divorce every 36 seconds in our country, and yet the whole thing has left me feeling so isolated and peculiar. I have felt painted into a corner of grief and misunderstanding, but I have experienced miracles being poured upon me in the form of support from my tribe, and love from my Savior.
I know that everyone is looking for an explanation for what happened to my marriage. We're all looking for some sort of answer or pattern that would reveal how we go from being a whole family, to being a fraction. I wish I had an answer, but I don't, and I don't think I ever will. Somehow we just went from, "Life is hard but we're gonna make it," to "We'll be okay, we'll be okay, we'll be okay," to "Everything's not fine, and I don't think it's ever been fine, and I can't make the not fine stop." I can't tell you how we got there. I can't tell you how I could have avoided it. I certainly can't tell you where I go from here.
Here's what I can tell you: Somehow, one day at a time, life crawls along, and a new rhythm begins to emerge. Right now, things are horribly offbeat, but I can hear the consistent thumping of normalcy somewhere up ahead, and I have hope that I'll be able to match my stride to it someday. My kids need that, and I need it to.
I can tell you that my little, broken family is beautiful and sweet, and that we can love each other fiercely through anything, even the painful things. My kids have shown a level of forgiveness, understanding and compassion that I didn't think small children were capable of. I feel badly that they've had to tap into that at such a young age, but I'm so, so proud that they found it when we all needed it. When the three of us, my girls and I, are all home together, and things are quiet and calm, I can feel a strength and a bond that seems to be pulling us through.
I can tell you that there is comfort for my spirit any time I turn to my Heavenly Father and ask for help. It's not even that he comes when I call. It's that He's already there waiting, as soon as I turn in His direction. There's not even a moment's hesitation on His end. I reach out my hand, and He's there to take it, every time. I didn't understand the nearness of Him before this year, and I'm only beginning to understand it now. Even in times of intense grief, my gratitude for His love is a positive emotion that I can feel any time. It lets me know that I'm still a person who is capable of good things.
Finally, I can tell you that I'm gonna be okay. I don't know when, and I don't know how, but I think it's inevitable that things will smooth out. Right? If you're reading this, you're probably someone who I love, so thank you!!
Sunday, May 31, 2015
I know the standard answer when someone asks you, "What's new?" is to say, "Not much," but I just couldn't give this answer honestly. Everything is new with me, which is a pretty fun spot to be in.
I've started a new job! Gabe hurt his back at work about a year and a half ago, and hasn't been able to work full time since. He had surgery last year, and is about to have another round of it. I've been working from home as a content writer for years, and lately I've been wondering if I should go back full time to ease some of our family's financial stresses. I always come down to the answer that my kids are too little for me to leave them that much, and we just keep struggling on. Then, a miracle happened.
In February, the company I do most of my writing for called to say they had hired an in-house writer, and that February would be my last month with them. I was feeling mildly panicked when, two hours later, the host of one of the shows that I write for on ABC4 Utah called and said he'd recommended me for a new job at the station. An hour later, the Station Manager called and asked if I could come in the next morning for an interview, and I said yes.
I went to my interview dressed for success, but expecting to turn the position down because I can't leave my kids all day every day. To my surprise, the team of 4 men who I met with all agreed with my priorities and demands on the spot. I told them I need to work from home. They said okay. I told them I can only put in about 6 hours a day. They said okay. I told them my family needs to come first, and my job second. They said okay. How could I refuse?
So, for the last three months I have been working as an Account Executive for Tactive Digital, which is Nexstar Broadcasting's new digital marketing agency. I go out on sales calls, hold training sessions for our sales team, email Corporate, work on creative workflow, write content in a pinch, and help businesses of all sizes figure out how to incorporate digital marketing into their plans for growth. The best part is that I get to do the majority of this with Ruby on my lap, and sometimes Livvy too (when she'll hold still for a minute).
I haven't been feeling very well since I had Ruby, and it's just gotten progressively worse. I'm so tired and I have trouble concentrating. About a year ago I started seeing a doctor about it, and they started running some tests to figure things out. Long story short, it turns out I have an autoimmune disorder called RA (Rheumatoid Arthritis). This disorder causes your immune system to attack your joints. You can see the full range of symptoms here, but suffice it to say that I haven't been feeling very well.
I heard from the Dr. about two days after Nexstar offered me my new job. She told me that RA is a disease that comes and goes, and that I'm in the middle of a pretty bad flare-up. She said that stress exacerbates my condition, and that I need to try and be as calm as I can in order to get the disorder to go into a more remissive state. I was very worried about how I could manage a new job, and take good care of my body, but I also knew that I needed to help take care of my family.
Feeling a little bit at the end of my rope, I asked my mom's husband to give me a Priesthood blessing. The first thing that my blessing said was that I can move forward in my life confidently, and that as long as I do my best at work, I'll find that I'm very lucky. I decided to stop worrying, and just take things one day at a time.
When ABC called to offer me this job, it was a turning point for me. I suddenly knew that Heavenly Father was aware of my specific needs, and that He was listening to my prayers. I could feel that this wasn't a coincidence. When I saw the Dr. a few days later, she gave me an anti-inflammatory to take at bedtime, and I got my first good night of rest in several years. When I woke up in the morning, I could again feel how much Heavenly Father loves me, and I knew that He was going to be with me all day long. The thought of Peter came into my mind, and it's been there ever since.
Peter was one of Christ's apostles, and to me it sounds like he was His best friend. Peter wasn't always sure about what he should do, but he always trusted Christ, and things turned out okay.
One evening, the Apostles, who were mostly fishermen, announced to Christ that they were headed out to go fishing. He told them to go ahead, and that He would meet them on the opposite shore. They left, but soon found themselves in the midst of a tumultuous storm. Just as they began to think that their small ship might sink, they looked over the bow, and saw Christ walking on the water towards them. They were all stunned into silence, except Peter. He only wanted to be closer to the Lord. He asked Christ if he could come out to Him, and Christ beckoned him forward. Peter walked on the water to Christ as the storm raged on. Just before Peter reached the Savior, he turned his attention toward the storm, and began to sink. Christ took his hand and pulled him up, reminding him that only his own doubt could have prevented him from reaching the Savior. (Mathew 14)
When I read this story around the time that all of these changes were occurring, I was struck with the realization that Christ didn't calm the storm when Peter stepped off the boat. He allowed the waves to crash and the winds to blow, but he also provided Peter with safety as long as he focused on the Savior. I know that life is always going to be hard, and I know that managing everything at once will often be outside of my scope of capabilities. I know that if I focus on the storms of life, I will sink into a sea of frustration and fatigue. I also know, based on my recent personal experiences, that if I turn my focus towards the Savior, I can pass through life's storms calmly and safely.
So, what does focusing on the Savior look like for me? It means that I ask for his comfort and advice in all things. I usually try to handle problems all on my own, and only ask for help when I'm completely overwhelmed. I'm trying to be more proactive, and ask for help from Heavenly Father and Jesus right from the start. They always have great ideas about how I can handle a situation calmly and happily.
Focusing on the Savior means that I don't allow stress or frustration to mount. When I feel those pangs of anxiety, I make a conscious effort to give them over to the Savior. This means that I stop what I'm doing, say a prayer, and ask Christ to give me peace. Nothing about my situation changes, but my feelings of frustration are replaced with optimism and patience.
Focusing on the Savior means that I accept my limitations. I can't be everything on my own, but with Him, I can be whole. If I need to take a nap in the afternoon, that's okay. Christ and I can catch up later, and end the day on a high note when my body is rested.
I'm not perfect at practicing this principle, and to be honest, there are still many days where the storm gets the best of me. But, I'm getting better at focusing on Christ, and consulting Him before I try to tackle a problem. It's helping a lot, and I know I'll enjoy increased peace as I hone this skill. Do any of you who are better at this than I am have any tips for me?