Every now and then, something comes along and kicks me down, causing me to re-evaluate my life, my choices, my actions, my decisions. And I’ll be honest...my first instinct is to FALL APART.
Actually, if I'm really honest, I just up and decide to quit EVERYTHING.
Withdrawal has ALWAYS been my first resort, but...ultimately, I realize I am stuck. I can’t hide forever. At some point, I have to pick myself up, dust off the grime and carry on.
Sometimes it is hard for me to remember that not all people are the same. While external diversity is a given, I tend to expect all of humanity to aspire to certain core character traits. Kindness. Respect. Honesty. Dignity. Integrity.
Well, all I can say is...don’t get caught sleeping in the wolf’s den, my friends. As it turns out, while these traits are often expected in a friend, they are not always reciprocated. Some people really just are HORRIBLE. And apparently, even I am not always immune to the sheep's disguise.
What can I say? You live. You learn. But, when it involves my (extremely resilient) children, it takes ME a little while longer to bounce back. I am nearly there.
And speaking of hating people...I got my hands on a copy of a banned book, Rage by Richard Bachman (though, you may recognize him as Stephen King). I don't know how it became so important to me, except that I have been on a SK kick for a few years (since Evan started being so into horror and gore). And, if I'm honest with you, I don't like to be told no. In fact, the best way to get me to do something, is to tell me no. It's an odd trait I've had since about, say...birth. (Let's come back to that another day...)
I have no right or authority to speak to the whole banning of this particular book (except...I don't like anyone to tell me I can't...) but, it didn't feel valid to me upon reading. It seems to me the kid just represents typical teenage angst...perhaps to a slightly vulgar extreme. He says what they are (almost all) thinking but not brave enough to say out loud. I guess, given my current situation, that's a trait I tend to admire.
There were several moments within the story that I was reminded of The Breakfast Club. It's uncomfortable, but it is an honest portrayal of people. If it weren't for the instances of such intense brutality, there would be no contest to the book's existence in the public library. Perhaps, it would even be as beloved as that class in the film???
Alas...it is where it is. And I am where I am.
My physical recovery is continuing splendidly (barring a slight hiccup the last few days). I have a note, hand-written and signed, by my doctor that says so. Because...that's me. I have to admit, I am a little disappointed by all the eye rolls and "Of course you are's" when I talk about my amazing recovery. I guess I will have to force myself to take each of those sighs as a thumbs up to my amazing hardiness. In the meanwhile, I will wish my feelings and emotions could be so durable.
I'm sure I have so much more to say, but I have to tell you...my brain is a little bit foggy. So, I will leave you with a 3 week recap. Here's what you missed in Kristen's world:
We enjoyed celebrating our freedom. I have to admit...some of the things we do in the way of tradition feel REALLY odd to poor old, literal, me. I will not pretend to know how forking out lots of money on mini-explosives, which we then stay up way too late in order to detonate, says I am proud to be an American. But...at least I know I am free. And I, for one, will NOT forget the men who have (served and/or) died for me.
So...smoke bombs, snappers and fountains it is. And Evan even threw in a gun for extra patriotic effect.
We have prepared ourselves for this moment since 2001. There WILL be a time when one or more of the children are not present for our holidays. It is a growing concern. The girls missed a lot of our patriotism this year...especially Xander, who was in a completely different state. But...
She remains true to who she is. (Perhaps this is what they all mean by..."Of course you did!") Who else would find a quartz like this while rock mining??? (The same girl who got me the banned book...) No one other than my Nature Girl. π
We found a new biking trail in the area, and while I didn't make it as far as I'd hoped...we did manage a two mile jaunt out and an equal return up a steady incline. Unfortunately, I was 2 miles away from my car at that point and had no options for giving up. Ah well, I made it. And I quieted my doctor with this pointed comment: "I was thinking about you this week. I thought to myself, I bet HE doesn't follow HIS doctor's orders." His laughter was answer enough.
The wildlife along the way made all the effort worthwhile. I may be still paying for said effort, but...can you argue this face? π
I will admit, it is a modest effort at a recap, but please say it's better than nothing. Today, that's all I've got.
And if we are honest, like Jesse, we are ALL just doing our best and trying to make it look good.
Happy, Happy Night, my friends!
I hope your weekend was blessed and the week to come is even better.
(Unless you recently crossed me and my kid...then, I will be biting my tongue and praying that counts enough to be heaping up burning coals...)
Birds are my new bestie. This guy danced with me, spoke to me...and as I was walking to the door, he actually told me "Bye." πππ Well, guys...it's a keep the curtains closed kind of weekend. So sad for such a sunny disposition as my own, don’t you think? It's a beautiful weekend, and I would LOVE to enjoy it. I don't mean to be un-neighborly, I promise. I guess I've just spent all the sunshine within me, and I'm going to need some SERIOUS SPACE to refill. I'm sorry, Mr. Rogers. I tried. I just don't seem to have the capacity to be very neighborly today. I’ll be back, when the day is… Oh, I don’t know. Maybe I won’t be back at all! Boo! In case you are jealous, the grass is definitely NOT greener over here in Kristenville today. In case you already noticed, my grass is actually dying from my personal neglect, and I seem to have run out of spray paint. I can’t even keep up a faΓ§ade right now. So...let's...
Hi, it's me. It's Kristen - the (wo) man, the myth the "enigma"??? I'll take that as a compliment and move on. But can you PLEASE hold on a minute while I just "tap out". It's a new thing. I don't have time to explain. (FFR, look up "jiu jitsu.") I don't have time for much of anything, actually, right now; which is why... Wait, no. Nevermind!! I DON'T tap out!! I take that back. I can't tap out. Why??? Because I can NEVER TAP OUT, AS LONG AS I HAVE BREATH, and that is just who I am. Unfortunately, somewhere along the line circa February 15, 1978, I got the idea that (my equivalent of) tapping out is a sign of weakness and that weakness (and, subsequently, any sign of backing down) is my mortal enemy. A seven nation ARMY couldn't hold me back... You could stand me up at the gates of...(not gonna push it that far)...I WON'T BACK DOWN. (Like EVER.) I have a question. Do you think tenacity is more of a na...
PSYCH!! Just when we thought I was done...I found more pictures. Can we go back and start over? I mean, I would love to go back to the Grand Canyon for SOOOOO many reasons; but I would also like to start over with the whole trip-blog, because...I'm still finding pictures I missed. One thing you should definitely know about me is that I don't always have my head on straight. (Shocker, I know.) Unfiltered. I promise. It's just naturally beautiful. At (most) times, you may find me completely disorganized, probably with my head in the clouds (or my nose in a book). While my physical body may be present in the room...cognitively, I might very well be in a galaxy far, far away from my current reality. (It's a fine line between fact and fiction. Fortunately, I have (mostly) learned to tell the difference between the two.) Another thing you should know is that I love taking pictures of dead trees. It's just a little quirk...
Love this! But…what health issue are you dealing with? I missed it!
ReplyDeleteHi! I recently had a major surgery, but it felt very minor to me. I am grateful! Kristen
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