nystagmus

"She belonged to him, but he belonged to the whole world..."

On the drive home from the hospital last Monday, my gas light came on so I stopped at the nearest gas station off of La Cienega. Money has been tight lately and I was worried that I didn't have enough in my account to pay for gas. While I proceeded to swipe my card, a man approached me with windex and a dirty rag in his hands asking me if he could clean my windows for some spare change. I said "No thank you" and continued pumping my gas. He walked away and I watched him go back to his little spot under the tree while he waited for other potential customers to appear. Suddenly, I remembered I had an emergency dollar or two somewhere in my glove compartment and decided to look for it. Sure enough there was a dollar and a few coins. I thought about keeping it there just in case I might need it but I looked at the man under the tree and walked over and handed it to him. It wasn't much, but his face lit up with a smile as he said, "Thank you, Queen... God Bless you" and I smiled back and told him to have a nice day. The way his face lit up made my entire day. Something inside me clicked and made me realize that he needed it more. In retrospect it might have seemed like I lost but really, I gained so much more.

love the open road

Before I'm thirty, I'd like to set foot on all seven continents of the world. I've been contemplating life goals and I'm pretty sure one of those goals includes joining the Peace Corps for a year. William Least-Heat Moon once said, "The beauty about traveling is you are what you are, right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. There are no yesterdays on the road" :) That's comforting. I'd like to feel that free and I'd like to see the world someday.

whispers sweetly

Last Tuesday I was with a classmate on campus printing out some notes for our upcoming exam. It was late.. almost 9pm and I had been studying all day and was anxious to get home to my bed so I could rest and relax. As we were getting our things together to call it a night, an older man in the computer lab approached us. He didn't speak English very well and was strong with his approach. Naturally, my exhaustion and minimal amount of patience would have gotten the best of me and I would have acted out in a rude manner, but something told me to relax and just wait. The man was tiny... he looked tired and worn out. He had dark skin, graying hair and he wore a bright gold necklace. He asked my friend if she would read his poem. I noticed her slight irritation immediately as she took the paper from him and said "sure, i'll read it and then she (while pointing at me) will read it after". As you can imagine, I was not pleased with her volunteering me and I glanced at her unhappily.

After 5 minutes she handed me the paper and said, "Wow, that was really good..." and the man smiled. I proceeded to read the poem myself. I have to admit that my attitude before reading the poem was negative. I was irritated and wasn't being very kind to this stranger & I bet he could feel my negative vibes. By the end of reading his poem, I felt a sense of calmness... if I remember correctly, one of the last lines of his poem said something along the lines of... 'And then I hear my sins shouting and calling out to me, but then Jesus whispers sweetly into my ear, "let them go, for they are of the past and it's time to move on".... that line was beautiful and powerful. It was EXACTLY what I needed to hear. It was exactly what I needed to realize... especially with everything that has been going on in my life.

I thanked the man for being so kind to share his art with us. And to think, I would have missed such an amazing opportunity to feel God's love and guidance in that special way had I let my negativity get the best of me! The man shared with us that he was trying to write a book full of his poetry with hopes of his work reaching out to people someday. What a refreshing feeling... to have met a stranger with such a positive impact in the 5-10 minutes of meeting him.

This whole process made me realize more that everyone is fighting their own battles... we are not the only ones going through tough times. Everyone is stressed out.. i'm not the only one. I also realized that kindness comes in all shapes, sizes and forms... we don't have to do much to show kindness to strangers or to anyone at all. I'm learning how to open myself up more. I know I have a habit of being very closed off sometimes but I don't want to live like that. I don't want to miss out on opportunities to experience simple, yet meaningful interactions such as this one. I'm still growing and learning... i want to be a better version of myself and i'm grateful for these revelations.

Live & let go.

word

"When you develop an infatuation for someone you always find a reason to believe that this is exactly the person for you. It doesn't need to be a good reason. Taking photographs of the night sky, for example. Now, in the long run, that's just the kind of dumb, irritating habit that would cause you to split up. But in the haze of infatuation, it's just what you've been searching for all these years."

tremors

Every time the phone rings or vibrates, i close my eyes and pray that it's you.... but it never is. I can't seem to find the beauty in the small things that used make me feel alive. I feel myself going through the motions of my every day but without you it feels almost worthless. I promised you that i'd grow up, get out, get over this but it still hurts.. i think it always will.. and i miss you so much. i don't know how to handle myself.

in God's hands now..

"Life isn’t supposed to be an all or nothing battle between misery and bliss. Life isn’t supposed to be a battle at all. And when it comes to happiness, well, sometimes life is just okay, sometimes it’s comfortable, sometimes wonderful, sometimes boring, sometimes unpleasant. When your day’s not perfect, it’s not a failure or a terrible loss. It’s just another day."

brewing

I finally found the first half of the book I’ve been writing since 2006… maybe now I can find time to actually finish it? This is my first entry for 2010. I tried the new spicy chicken nuggets from Wendy’s and thought it was a complete and utter failure… it’s the same as the original nugget with pepper sprinkled on top. This is the first time since the New Year that I’m alone tonight.. no family or friends around.. maybe that’s a good thing? It feels like I haven’t heard myself think in such a long time. I feel completely out of it.

This past weekend was good. It was nice to have my good friends around to keep me preoccupied… It forced me to keep it together. Not quite sure what I’m going to do with the rest of my vacation but I hope I tackle some of the things on my list.

I started that update 6 days ago and never finished. So much has happened/changed since then…

I sat at barnes and noble for a good 2 hours last night trying to read but really spent a majority of my time just writing jibberish in my journal. I cried for about the second time in this new year while I drew a picture of the chair with holes in it. The holy chair did not trigger my tears but I felt hot and flushed with embarrassment because I couldn’t stop sniffling and I’m sure the man with the mean mustache sitting behind me reading the news paper was getting irritated with my noise.

The more and more I try to convince myself that I’m doing just fine, the more foolish I feel. I’m suffering from a bi-polar sleeping pattern. It’s either I get 3 hours of sleep or 16 hours… it’s depressing. I have all these insecurities that are haunting me. I think I suffered what some might call a panic attack but I’m convinced it’s just the aches of a broken heart.

I’m angry. I need to find my peace. I wake up every morning like the cockeyed optimist that I am, hoping to make sense of what I’m doing but I get nothing. I keep praying for guidance but I feel lost. I feel defeat. I know that I have to get myself out of this dip but I can’t grasp onto anything that I feel could help me up.

My sister said I should write a letter. I don’t even know where to begin. I feel another panic attack brewing in my veins. So this is what it feels like…… it’s brutal.

i had this dream about you last night. i kept trying to hold on to you but you were fading. i don't know how to let go.