exit stage left

I have always loved exits.  I am very aware whenever it is time for a change to occur.  Sometimes I am way ahead of the curve with this realization; however, this sort of heightened awareness has been spot-on time and time again in my life.  I can appreciate the standard exits and transitions of life.  For instance, high school and college graduation: I was emotional, yet more excited and eager to move on to the next level.  I am learning to appreciate the larger shifts: when a close relationship ends or someone you love dies.  Exits can be seemingly slight alterations (turn left now, make that call later today, ask right now) or emotionally monumental milestones (forgive them again, let it go, move on, relocate, quit this job).  Whatever the prod, I am always listening.  And willing.  Just the other day I realized that I have always loved exits.  Really.  At first I didn't know why, but now I do.  It's because endings and beginnings are so intimately intertwined.  

opinions...everybody's got one

Same with bellybuttons and butt cracks.  It's time to bring back the lost art of knowing when and when not to keep your opinion to yourself.  If someone asks what you think or if you are encouraging and lifting someone's countenance, go for it!  I'm all about that!  But if you are waxing nostalgic on the great depth of your knowledge + your right-ness, you can save that garbage for the trash can.  Nobody wants to hear anything from a know it all.  So let's go ahead and shut that down--like--forever.  

My mode for sharing my opinion goes something like this: Is it true?  Is it necessary?  Is it kind?  <--That last one trips me up sometimes, so I have asked close friends, "What is the kind way to say ____?" whenever it is lost on me.  Also, having a relationship (a significant amount of time together, intimate conversation + connection, love, kinship, friendship, respect... some sort of SOLID foundation) is KEY.  Do NOT try lecturing or opining when you ain't got no in-road, ain't nobody asked, and what you're saying is not marinated in utter compassion + conviction.    

On Twitter the other day I saw the most hilarious tweet by @majani_: "A detailed list of people who asked for your opinion: _______  _______  _______  _______  _______  _______  _______" It LITERALLY made me laugh out loud.  What a poignant reminder to mind ya bidness!  xoxoxo

college homies

I had a fabulous college experience.  I met some of the most wonderful peeps (including my husband!) and it is absolutely delightful whenever I get to talk or re-connect with my college friends.  Recently, I got to hang with a few of my college pals.  We were brought together by way of marriage.  A former wingmate salsa-ed her way into holy matrimony and as a result, we fell right back into our high spirited, fun and mischievous ways.  Here are few quotables from our time together: 

1. THIS IS WHY YOU DON'T STAY-- said when you have been roped into handling responsibilities that are not your own because you lingered too long.  This phrase is to be said with a eyes set straight, mouth on smirk and head gently shaking no-no.  Expert at doing this: KRC

2. plomantic- when a friendship has crossed the platonic line but has yet to fully cross the romantic line, so you're both hanging out in what seems like no-man's-land.  Somewhere between platonic and romantic; a combination of the words PLatonic and rOMANTIC; this little gem was coined by yours truly ;)

3. You go on one roommate-a-date and now you're breastfeeding that man's baby--said in an attempt to capture/reconcile/understand all the time that has passed between now and then.  KRC once again.

4. THE perfect description of our beloved Senora.  She was summed up perfectly by SJC: "Seize the day has nothing on this woman.  She wakes up and murders the day."  #donquixotemeetsJackBauer #venticuatro 

There is SO much more... cooking dough, an eggplant that spills out,  moments that take 7 years off your life, Boo, you like like an alien... I could go on, but I'd be writing forever and I can't just give it all away, you know.  I will say this:  these girls have a piece of my heart and I like to think that I have a piece of theirs.  We laugh hard, keep it real, love fiercely, and we share and savor life.  Celebrate your special peeps today and everyday.  Give them a call, send em a text, do something.  My Grandaddy used to always say, Give people their flowers while they're living.  So, here's a bouquet, Imago Dei!  

it is what it is

There are some people I just don't like. There are some people that just don't like me.  We've talked about this before.  Remember oil and water, baby, oil and water?  It is what it is until it's something different.  

Some attractions resonate while others repel. I do not fully understand this, but I have finally accepted it.  Again. Some interactions reverberate.  Others straight irritate.  See it for what it is.  Then bless it with Love.  Bless the Lovers and keep em close.  Bless the Haters and gently let go.  

Life is a processional, you know.  So keep it moving.  Trust the process.  Filter the emotions. At some point, you will make sense of it all.  Until then, just let the mixture be. Rise to the top, Great One.  And then keep it moving.  

Onward.  Upward.  Forward.

humpty dumpty was not an egg

Which makes me wonder who decided that he was?

When you read the story, there is no evidence that supports the assertion that has prevailed throughout the annals of history. Yes, Humpty Dumpty sat, had a great fall, and subsequently broke, but who is to say that HD wasn't a glass trinket, fine china or an exquisite vase (pronounced "vahs" of course).  For all we know, Humpty could have been Tennessee Williams' inspiration for The Glass Menagerie.  The king's horses and men ain't nowhere around to be testifying to accuracy of this here egg business, you know.    

And if Humpty was an exquisite "vahs"... what a demotion?!   Cracked glass beats a cracked egg in my book any day.  Both are a pain to clean up, but to be broken and blinging or broken and oozing yellow?  Why, that's a no brainer. 

Which gets me to thinking...

Let no one write your story for you, dear.  
Sometimes people mix up the details.  
Or their vantage point may be a tad blurry.  
So YOU be the writer of the script, the dreamer of the dream,
the speaker of destiny and truth as it pertains to you.  
Let your words towards yourself be seasoned with grace and encouragement.  
May faith forever be your plumb line.
YOU be your greatest cheerleader. 
Promote yourself like a champion.
Dance around the ring like a prizefighter.
Be your own sponsor 
and no matter how long a particular story has been told about you, 
don't be afraid to rewrite it.  

Because you can.  

leave room for yourself


your joys, your hopes, your dreams
those moments that make your heart flutter
the activities that set your soul free

leave room for yourself to 
and grow

kiss your life 
it is a good life

too often we lose ourselves
in our job
or family role

enjoy the many hats you wear
just remember to change into 
your favorite cap often

do what you love

leave room for yourself.  

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