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Saturday, March 1, 2014

Small things are kinda big

I've always struggled with small talk. I think for years, I craved "big talk" and small talk was just the annoying thing that got in the way of what I felt to be more important.

This week, I've been learning otherwise. Talk is talk. It's amazingly beautiful to be able to connect with other people at any level. We all have something to offer. We all have depth. Sometimes we show it, sometimes we don't. But even when we choose not to show our hearts, they're who we are and it shines through whether we like it or not.

I've been looking for big things lately, and I've been disappointed. I've wanted huge revelations or miracles. I've wanted heart-felt, gut-wrenching, life-changing experiences. I've been looking too big.

God works in small and simple ways. 

My life is changing and doors are opening through small talk and warm connections. And Zumba choreography and volleyball nights and Muppet Movies and trying on skinny jeans and a swarm of 8-11 year old girls and Hunger Games and grocery shopping and late-night emails. Small things are happening in big ways. 


Saturday, February 22, 2014

Defending my right to be held

I'm thirty-one and single and I defend my right to be held.

Are snuggles just for mothers and lovers? I don't think that I (or anyone) falls outside of the realm of those who get to be loved.

It is instinctive for a child to yearn to be held and cuddled. When something goes awry, she seeks comfort in the arms of someone she trusts. Are adult needs much different? It seems that adults deny ourselves of very real opportunities for love and strength because we fear it's awkward.

I've been wading through a lot of life lately. I've been pushing and growing and striving to learn and become better. Growth hurts. Hurt calls for comfort. Yet, I'm too old to crawl into my mommy's lap. And I don't have a spouse or even a boyfriend. Does that mean that my needs are invalid?

Some people who are reading this may be thinking, "Well, she just needs to get a boyfriend." You're probably right, but NOT for this reason. I think that's the problem. We need to be willing and able to love and show affection to one another without agenda. I shouldn't need someone to be "in love" with me in order to feel this love.

I spoke to a brave friend today who often craves the same form of affection in her life. She said that, when she was working with a therapist, she asked her therapist to hold her. How liberating would it be to be able to voice that need and have it be met? There's a lot to be said that something so sacred and nurturing would take place as part of a therapeutic process. I've craved that. But, do I need to be paying someone $100 an hour for me to feel safe enough to ask for it? That's one expensive hug.

In my conversation with this friend, I was filled with such amazing love and affection for her. I responded, "I would hold you. And I don't think that's weird." And she didn't, either. It hit me how much I long for that to be okay.

I know there are so many people in my life who love and support and uplift. We, as fellow sons and daughters of God are commissioned to comfort those who stand in need of comfort. We are asked to engage with one another to increase love and support in our individual journeys. We serve and nurture and uplift. All these things are SO GOOD. Why then, is physical affection so quickly withheld? Are people uncomfortable? Is it too often assumed to be sexual? I feel like the natural man is sabotaging this very innate and righteous need. I feel like Satan has taken something real and holy and has twisted it to fulfill his sordid purposes.

I don't know all the therapeutic terms or reasons behind it, but I do know that we all need to be loved. We need affection and support and comfort from each other. And sometimes, we need to be held by each other and we need that need to be okay.

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Dian makes blog posts look easy

Can I catch up an entire seven months of blogging in one paragraph? My friend Dian did an entire blog post in just a few sentences. But I'm pretty sure she was summing up just one day. Either way, she inspired me.

Catching up used to seem too overwhelming. It still is. I'm gonna simplify. Maybe month-by-month? My last post was in June. I'm'a start with July, then. Assuming I can remember that far back ...

July--
I watched a parade and some fireworks. Stuck a flag down the back of Trista's pants. I got my hair did and my toes sparkled. Got some sand in my pants. Learned to fly. My friend Allyson came to visit from North Carolina. We toured BYU-Idaho and ate at Big Jud's. We did some other things, too. We never did see a moose. Lost something. I climbed on some water falls, got a "couple picture" taken with a married guy, and hiked to some lakes and rode my bike to lots of faraway places. Sweated a lot. It's July. Got a new hydration pack.

August--
I hiked Tablerock with Carl, Kylee and Robyn for the first time EVER. Broke in my new hydration pack. Learned about altitude sickness. Saw the Tetons up close. Dragged Joelle on a 34 mile bike ride. Realized that I don't gauge distance very well. And went to Playmill. And ate a burger with an egg on it. I also did Zumba in the park. Ate a spicy mango. I attended some softball games. Bought new shoes.

September--
I bought some necklaces at a craft show in Utah. I joined a steering committee. I laughed with Kimball. I hung out with grandma and her zucchini. I saw my parents pulled over on the side of the road and helped change a flat tire. Used up all the Clorox wipes while popping popcorn at the fair. Ate some fried green tomatoes and a cheeseburger on a donut. Chased squirrels with small cousins (Silvester and Zola). Turned down a gracious offer from Zola of a half-eaten cucumber. Rode an elliptical bicycle around a parking lot at a fall festival. Hiked in a cave. Listened to some bass-singing fiddlers. I saw Sydney and Ernest get sealed, hung out with family, decorated a car and wrapped a cousin-in-law (Lee) in lights. (that was all one sentence because it was all in one day.) Also, I think we played laser tag.

October--Toured Grand Teton National Park with Kylee. Practiced my elk bugling. Played some volleyball. Won some games. Lost some, too. Biked through Harriman Park with some English professors. Then I got lost. Spent an entire day in the SLC airport. Flew into the wrong airport in North Carolina. Became a part of a family. Got called out for my lack of Southern hospitality. More sand in my pants. Ate REAL BBQ. Taught Brooke and Blair cat's cradle. Fell off a waterfall where Hunger Games was filmed. Fell in love with peanut butter, banana and Oreo milkshakes. Ate some tacos. Chased some seagulls. Picked up an accent. Hunted for lizards. Watched 28 Days. Converted to the iPhone 4 (yes, I'm one model behind.) Sisterly bonding.

November--Played some more volleyball. Prayed for snow. Attended a conference. Bought some boots. Another craft show with Gina where we bought matching afghans. Got snow. Set the table. Set the salt & pepper shakers out two-by-two. Ate some turkey. Learned the difference between pickled beets and cranberry sauce. Played some more laser tag.

December--Went snowboarding with Brooke and 30 high-school students. Saved my nose from frostbite. Bought a hoodie. Bought another hoodie. Won multiple games of Wackee Six with Brad as my partner. Laughed at Kari's losses with Mark as her partner. Ate some cookies. Colored my hair. Un-colored my hair. Decorated a Christmas tree. Humiliated my mother on Facebook. Searched online for an application to Hogwarts. Won a silent auction. Got in a fight. Ate some more cookies. Did some Zumba to counteract the cookie-eating. Then ate some more to counteract the Zumba. Ran into Joelle at the mall and where we read some dinosaur pop-up books together. Bought some Christmas gifts. Bought myself some Christmas gifts. Listened to A Christmas Carol on my drive to Utah. Started a puzzle. Made some snow angels. Lost an aunt on an inner tube. Got her back and sang Christmas songs to make her feel better. Got some x-country skis and a snowboarding helmet and snow boots and a coat for Christmas. Got snow for Christmas. Played laser tag. Drove home from Utah in said snow at 2am. Drove BACK to Utah 2 days later. Finished a puzzle. Introduced Southerners to snow and snow coats and snow gloves and snow pants and snow boots and snow sleds and snow balls and white washing. I also introduced them to Cafe Rio. Started a new puzzle. Went to Temple Square, parked my truck on top of a snow drift, then watched Harry Potter from a cuddle sac sammiched between two cuddlers and drank hot chocolate for New Years.

January--Disappointed by P.F. Changs. Did some more Zumba. Fought with my truck in -20 degree weather. Went x-country skiing with Desirae. Skipped Relief Society to do some more. Registered a new volleyball team. Forgot to clean my bathroom. Made dinner for my mom's birthday. (Yes, this is noteworthy.) Endured an eye-twitch and blogged about the last seven months in incomplete sentences. Shamed myself as an English major. Discovered that the brand new flashlight I've been toying with and had finally decided is defected is now shining brightly from my table across the room. Ghost light. That brings us to now.

I have a headache.



Wednesday, June 20, 2012

an irrational fear

I was talking with a friend recently about my biggest "weakness." I think she's plotting to take me down and wants to know just how to do it. Honestly, this is something that has crossed my mind quite often. I've actually put a lot of thought into what I would consider my "kryptonite." Here was my response to her inquiry:


I don't even know if this counts, because I'm mostly over it now. This applied most strongly back in high school and college. But now, I honestly think I can handle it. So ... maybe this isn't what you're looking for and probably wouldn't help you tape me to a tree.

Vibrating. I HATE vibrating. But I can't even say that anymore. Right now, my phone is on vibrate. That would have KILLED me in high school, but it's fine now. I used to liken it to fingernails on a chalkboard x 5,000,000,000. Remember Tickle-Me Elmo? That thing is the DEVIL. Desirae's little sister used to chase me around with her. I admit, it may have been funny, but my heart was RACING and I was in a sheer panic just trying to get away from it. I broke my friend's pager in high school when he held it to the back of my head. He knew I'd freak out. He didn't know I had fast enough reflexes to grab it off of me and throw it into the brick wall. I'm almost okay with it now. My phone doesn't bother me at all. I still hate bass speakers in cars. I HATE that rumble. But I love 4-wheeling and snow machining and those vibrate pretty badly. Last time I was at Grandma's house, I had a pinched nerve in my neck. She pulled out her vibrating massage contraption. I thought I was going to die. But you don't say no to Grandma. It took me a minute to calm myself, but after I could breathe normally, it actually felt good. Until she got obnoxious and ran the thing up the back of my skull every time I started to talk. Have you ever felt your eyeballs vibrate? No bueno.

Most people have some sort of phobia, right? You're afraid of raccoons. And lizards. And people brushing up against your tent.

I'm NOT jumpy at all. I've never had that reflex. Seriously, my reaction time SUCKS. It's pretty frustrating when it comes to volleyball. So, I've never been a jumpy girl. I don't squeal out loud at things. EVER. I laugh hysterically when others do, though. I had a roommate who spent the entire semester trying to get me to jump. She'd hide behind doors and jump out at me. Never worked. I'd just turn slowly to look at her like, "well, hello." For some stupid reason, my mom is the only one who can consistently get me to jump. What IS THAT?
Mom's terrified of spiders. Since dad was at work all the time, guess who got to take care of them for her? I remember being no older than 7 years old with mom on top of the kitchen counter while I squashed a HUGE Hobo spider with a shoe and flushed it down the toilet. Spiders, snakes, mice--I'm fine with. The neighbor boy once threw a bloodied, dead bird at me. It hit me in the arm and left some entrails. THAT TIME I squealed and screamed like a girl and ran all the way home. I do still cringe at mutilated animal corpses. But who doesn't?

I LOVE heights. I LOVE the dark. I love bridges and climbing on precarious surfaces. There's something exhilarating about those things. I'm NOT smart about them. In Mexico, we came across some sort of spider on the wall inside some ruins. The thing was bigger than my hand. NOT a tarantula (which we learned to catch and play with.) Not even our biology professor knew what this thing was. We took pictures, but wanted to see the scale. I was THIS CLOSE to putting my hand up right next to it to compare the size for a picture. Bro. Juan stopped me. I didn't think about the fact that I could have died! I'm not necessarily brave. Just stupid. :)

In summary--you're not going to get me with a spider or a snake or strange noises in the night (I was always the roommate with the flashlight who had to get up and check things out.) But you might just get me with a Tickle Me Elmo. Especially if he still has the same sinister laugh ...

The devil himself.

 the spider I wanted to touch. Those are not my man hands.

 It's humid in Belize. Lay off the hair, alright! I'm pretty sure I got it done in corn rows the day after this picture was taken. I have a similar picture of me when i was 6 with a little garden snake. I wish I could find it to put the pictures side-by-side. Time for some digging.


An awkward game of "pass the tarantula" in Guatemala. The thing was scrambling everywhere, but we couldn't let it drop to the ground!

Sunday, April 1, 2012

Ponder anew what the Almighty can do

This weekend I had another marvelous opportunity to listen to Prophets of the Lord. My heart is full of gratitude for modern day revelation and the access we have to guidance from the Lord's chosen servants. Conference is amazing! I just ate it up. There are many things happening in my life right now. There have been many ups and downs recently and I've been pushed to study and ponder a lot of life-altering situations.

Here are some things I've learned lately--over the last few weeks, and then confirmed this weekend in General Conference.

I've recently been butt-hurt by some treatment from (whom I'd thought to be) close friends. These are good people. I don't feel that they have malicious intentions. I think, so often, we all get caught up in our own perspectives and we don't realize how our actions hurt others. I've been frustrated by multiple versions of the same situation from the same people/person. I'm realizing more and more how, even though people are good, their association can sometimes be a poison. We come to expect more from those closest to us. And often, some individuals just don't have the thought to follow through. While I've enjoyed these friendships, things need to change. I've been abused too many times without thought or concern. I realized several days ago, that these harbored feeling of hurt have been poisoning me. I have been trying to figure out how to express my pain, how to convey my perspective; but all I can think is all of the excuses and justification I'd hear from the other party. What good does that do anyone if we only have our own eyes to see with? I can't change anyone's perspective or the ways they interact and connect (or don't) with others. But I can change my expectations. I'm learning more about loyalty and who's really there and who's just along for the party. I'm tired of looking for more from "party" friends and always getting disappointed. These past several days, I've been praying for peace. There's no "dispute" to reconcile. I don't think anyone else is harboring ill feelings. They're only hurting myself. I have found peace in changing my expectations. Some friends you need to keep close, and others are much better at arm's length. I don't need to cut these people out of my life altogether. It will still take time for me to heal enough to interact again, but it will happen and we can still be friends--just not close ones. And that's okay.

Quotes from Conference:
from Elder Holland's talk-- coveting, pouting or tearing others down does not elevate your standing ...don't dwell on grievances
from President Uchtdorf's talk-- We are quick to judge others and assign dark motives to others to justify our feelings of resentment ... when it comes to our own grievances, we too often justify our own anger ... Stop it. It's that simple. ... replace judgmental thoughts and feelings with a heart full of love for God and His children ... Do you exclude, push away or punish others because of something they have done? Stop it. ... There is enough heartache and sorrow in this world without adding to it with our own resentment ... Lay your burden at the Savior's feet.

Another concept that's been on my mind lately is the importance of deliberate, positive interaction. Last weekend, I spent some wonderful time with family. My cousin Sydney and I went to the Holi Festival of Colors, and then out to dinner. I noticed over and over again how she interacted with perfect strangers. I don't consider myself shy, and I've always thought of myself as a fairly friendly person, but I realized that I'm not deliberate about it. I'm not outwardly friendly towards strangers until I'm approached first. Here are some things Sydney did during our time together: she got the attention of the mother and two daughters on the bus in front of us to tell them they had beautiful hair and ask them what hair products they used. She told the people standing on the moving bus that if things got bumpy, they could hold on to my ponytail for stability. At the Color Festival, she called down from the balcony to a woman in a wedding dress, "I like your dress!" She photo-bombed several groups. She walked up to a woman not yet covered in chalk and explained, "I'm going to dump some of this on your head now." When I whispered to her that I liked some lady's hair, Syd called out, "Hey, lady with the pretty hair!" Okay, she may have seemed a little drunk with that one. :) And then at the restaurant, she saw another table of people who'd come from the Color Festival and stopped to compliment them on their chalk colors. Sydney hasn't always been like that. I asked her about it and she said her boyfriend has been a good influence on reaching out and interacting with others. I made it a point this week to make eye contact and smile at people in stores, make small talk with the check-out people--it's interesting to me how quickly that has turned my day around and has become a positive force. I need to be a happier person and to share that with those around me!!

I have also had a couple good conversations lately with some of those real friends who prove their loyalty by loving and showing that love through actions. That is SO important! Kylee has stepped up in my life and has been absolutely amazing lately. She's always been one of my favorite people, and we have a lot of fun together, but recently we've shared and trusted and communicated on a much deeper level and I'm realizing that she's a much better friend than I ever gave her credit for. She has stepped in on multiple occasions right when I've needed her and has been such an amazing answer to prayers. I'm so grateful to see that something I've been needing so much in my life really has been there all along.

My cousin Kim and I talked about validation and how sometimes we can be trying so hard and trying to be strong and independent and trying to help and love and serve, but it makes all the difference to have someone recognize and admire our efforts, to express their love and gratitude for us. Why is it so hard to communicate these things to important people in our lives? Why do we get so caught up in our own lives and what we need that we fail to see how much of an impact a little validation can have in the lives of others? All some of us need is a little encouragement. Maybe there really is nothing we can do to help. Maybe we really are too busy with our own stuff. That's fine. We all have to fight our own battles and its nobody's job to fight them for us. But there is such enabling power that comes from the words, "I love you. You're doing great. I know this is hard, but it will be worth it. Keep up the good work. I love you." Yes. "I love you" is in there twice. It's important. But only if you really mean it and your actions and attitudes support that sentiment. If they don't, those words are dead.

Kimball reminded me of the importance of the priesthood power. It heals and guides us. We are all in each others' lives for a reason and some people will always be there. We should realize that and tap into those resources. We all have trials and hardships. But that means that we all have to learn and grow. It's not an isolated experience. As we learn, we can teach and strengthen those around us. The Lord is good. He is aware of us. He knows our strengths and weaknesses and the deepest desires of our hearts. All that He asks is that we keep His commandments. As we do, we come closer to Him. We develop stronger desires for righteousness. We are more willing to reach out to those around us. Our hearts are changed. We experience joy in this life and His succoring through our trials. And if we endure it well, we will be exalted.

Monday, March 19, 2012

Stuff

Brooke Doesn't Like
Butterflies used in decorations
Movie talkers
People who text while you're talking to them in person
mixed nuts
horchata
those alternating sticky-edges Post-Its that pull out like an accordion
whining and/or sticky children
Hallmark movies
animal art 
filters
crafts
carbonation
gossip
dry highlighters
what hoodies do to my hair
public venting
TV
lipstick or chapstick
excuses
having to take a shower (once I'm in, I like it.)
shoes with heels
closed-lip smiles
styrofoam
"LOL"
inconsiderate people
apathy
wet socks
perfectionism
Sudoku
being an outsider
rolling my tongue
sugar-coating
Brooke Likes
bracelets
constellations
singing along
wind storms
moccassins
parking in the back of the parking lot and walking in
Kleenexes
closed-captioning
taking the stairs
trust
mixing colors
plays on words
walking arm-in-arm
wiggling my toes
affection
too many pillows
men's hair when they're overdue for a haircut/shave
country roads
headphones
short fingernails
underlining
Nalgene bottles
winking
sliding in socks on hard wood floors
sneezing twice in a row
a good conversation 
canals
wearing a watch
cinnamon (sugarless) gum
snow angels
when someone's face lights up when they see me
dirt
sincerity
peanut butter
running my hands through grass
laughing

Friday, March 9, 2012

no money for Chippendale dancers

Last night, my mom threw a temper tantrum--and boy did it look familiar.
You can ask Gina. I've been known to throw my share--usually when I'm hungry and have no patience to figure out what to eat.

Mom's temper tantrum had ALL of the necessary components for a real good grown-up temper tantrum.
It started off with a scowl, and then out of nowhere, her Sudoku puzzle book went flying across the room, immediately followed by her mechanical pencil and the shout, "I hate Sudoku! It's sooo hard!"
And then the whining started.
"I already did all the easy ones and I can't do the hard ones!"
"I have a headache."
"Don't look at me! Stop laughing!"
"I want my mom!" (when I responded, "She doesn't want you. You're being naughty.") "I KNOW!!"
"I don't want to work tomorrow!"
"Dad's going on a campout and he didn't leave me any Chippendale money for the dancers ... I don't have any dollars!"
"I went to get a cupcake at work and it had a HAIR on it!" And then I got the story of the hairy cupcake.
I offered some suggestions of MY favorite things to do on a bad day. HUGE VETO.
"I don't WANT to watch Harry Potter! Stupid, stupid, stupid."
"Even the dog doesn't want to be with me! She asked to go outside an hour ago!"
"My sister loves me. I want my sister!"
And then when I went in for a hug to make her feel better:
"Get away from me! You smell like Zumba!"
We went another round about how she can't do the hard Sudoku puzzles and she's already done all the easy ones. I tried her help her by throwing her books into the fireplace. But we have a gas fireplace and they just bounced off the glass. Then she got mad at me for "destroying" her books. 
I reminded her that she's not allowed to have PMS anymore. They cut out her "girl parts" last year.
"Oh. Okay. I'm fine, then." And she calmed down and smiled.
That was short-lived.
Soon she stood up and went off on how she's "not allowed to do ANYTHING because I don't have any girl parts!!" Complaining about being suppressed and having to live up to too many rules.

Man, it was really funny to be on the receiving end of this! All she was missing was a full-body melt-down to the floor and possibly some crawl-stomping up the stairs.
And she failed to finish the end of her rampage with: "Our pets heads are falling off!"

But still--I learn from the best.