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10 things I know for sure

August 4, 2020

In posting this, I noticed that’s been almost two months since I last published a blog post. Oops. Well, not really. I’ve doing what (I hope) most of us have been doing: staying home, staying cool, figuring out life in a pandemic. Anyway, here are some new words for you to read!

I recently read a book by Rainn Wilson (Dwight from The Office): The Bassoon King: My Life in Art, Faith and Idiocy, and the final chapter is titled “10 Things I Know For Sure.” Wilson challenged readers to come up with their own list, so I’ve been mulling the subject for weeks.

Here’s my attempt, then. I’m sure there are more than 10 things, and maybe I’m not 100 percent sure about these, but here they are anyway.

Ten Things I Know For Sure
(in no particular order of importance)

1. There’s always room for ice cream.

We did go out for ice cream multiple times on our recent mountain vacation.

I’ve been eating A LOT of ice cream during the pandemic. Almost every night. I don’t recommend this as a sustainable health practice, but it’s a little something to look forward to at the end of a day that feels like every other day. I blame my grandparents for my deep and abiding love for ice cream. They managed the local Dairy Queen when I was an impressionable age (elementary school), and my brother and I spent countless after-school days and weekends while our parents worked in the back room of the local DQ, “helping” (what child labor laws?) by crushing Oreos for blizzards or layering Buster Bar cups. Everything was made in-house and by hand back then. Nothing tastes better than a Buster Bar straight out of the freezer with the paper cup still sticking to it. In college, my best friend’s dad worked for Baskin Robbins in the quality control division. Her college freezer was always stocked with 31 flavors of ice cream. Most summers, we try out the local ice cream shops to find interesting flavors. (We’re not doing that this summer, even though we could “take out” ice cream. That’s not as much fun as eating it on the actual farm where it’s made.) We are keeping our freezer stocked with flavors from Weis, Turkey Hill, Wegman’s and Target. (Target brand ice cream is surprisingly good.) One week we splurged on Ben and Jerry’s pints. No matter how full I think I am, I almost always have room for ice cream. I can only think of a couple of times when I turned down ice cream.

There’s always room for ice cream. (Sherbet, however, is another thing entirely. I could live all of my days and never eat sherbet.)

2. Kindness takes practice.

Spread Kindness Image created by Tracy Chen. Submitted for United Nations Global Call Out To Creatives – help stop the spread of COVID-19. Used with permission via Unsplash.

I like to think of myself as a nice person, but being nice and being kind aren’t really the same thing. You can “be nice” and to me that’s just not being an a-hole to other people. Being kind takes more intention. And I don’t always want to do it, especially when I don’t think people deserve it. Kindness takes a deep breath before dismissing a person or their beliefs. It tries to understand where the other person is coming from. It offers them a reaction they might not deserve. When I think of kindness, I think of the Jesus I read about in the Gospels. He wasn’t always nice (“You brood of vipers!”), but he was kind (“Does no one condemn you? Then neither do I.”). Whenever I wonder if I’m showing kindness, I think about my gut reaction to a situation and then I try to do the opposite.

3. Life is unpredictable and shit happens.

I don’t like this. I want to know what’s coming. Sometimes. Especially if it’s good and peaceful and light. (I don’t think I would have wanted to know the pandemic was coming, say, a year ago.) I used to think that if I did everything right, like I was “supposed to” then I could somehow avoid the bad things of life. Take, for example, when a tree limb fell on our car last year. I blamed myself for parking the car in that part of the driveway. I thought that if I had just parked it farther back in the driveway, then it wouldn’t have happened. But shit happens, people. We can try to avoid it, but sometimes it’s just our turn. I hope that doesn’t sound fatalistic. I think of it like running through a nearby park that is full of ducks and geese. The paths are scattered with goose poop. I could try to avoid every instance of goose poop, but I’d have to change my course entirely. I still try not to step in the obvious piles, but if I want to enjoy a run through the park, I have to accept that I might get a little bit of shit on my shoes.

4. Therapy is worth every penny. And more. 

Photo by Hello I’m Nik 🎞 on Unsplash

If you’d spend your last dime (and go into medical debt) to fight cancer or some other disease physically ravaging your body, then give the same consideration to your mental health. Getting your shit together mentally and emotionally is as valuable as taking care of your body physically. It’s not cheap nor should it be, and it’s the single best thing I’ve ever done for myself. (By “single best” I mean it was three years of bimonthly or monthly appointments that I sometimes left in tears. Not fun. Or easy. But good.)

5. Swearing is less offensive to me than racism, bigotry and hatred. 

Cursing used to feel taboo, and while I still wouldn’t drop a swear in my grandmother’s presence or in church (probably), I’m not afraid of using adult language when the situation calls for it. (And there are situations that call for it.) More offensive to me are injustices designed to hurt people made in the image of God (spoiler alert: that’s EVERYbody) and the kind of words used to degrade and dehumanize others. Drop some “F” bombs in my presence and I’ll hardly bat an eye. Say something in defense of slavery or derogatory about LGBTQ people or make a racist remark and you’re likely to see a side of me that isn’t particularly nice. 

6. There’s always room for one more. 

Photo by Michelle Bonkosky on Unsplash

In high school, our lunch table had a reputation of overflowing its capacity. We were always squeezing together to make room for one more. (We were not the cool kids or anything, but we thought we were pretty fun to hang out with.) It was a round table and sometimes we bumped elbows while we tried to eat our sandwiches or burgers or whatever. I’ve never regretted making room for one more person at the table. When I was pregnant with my second child, I wondered if I would have enough love to go around since we already had one child. Turns out love is expansive and multiplies to fit the circumstances. I used to think I was at full capacity for friendships. I have trouble investing deeply in relationships if I feel overwhelmed by the number of them, so I used to think I didn’t need to make anymore friends. But as it turns out, there’s always room for a few more. When we moved to Pennsylvania, I thought I had enough friends from college and back home. Then I met people I now can’t live without. And when we moved again within Pennsylvania, I thought I didn’t need anymore friends. And then I met more people I can’t live without. Then I started working, and I thought I was full up on friendships. These people would just be my work people, nothing more. And I met people I can’t imagine not having in my life. Rather than feeling stretched too thin, I feel joyously full of relationships.

7. People are THE WORST. They’re also THE BEST. 

Humanity has such wide-range capacity for good and evil. Some days I’m overwhelmed by it. When I see the good we’re capable of, I’m inspired and hopeful and optimistic about our chances. When I see the evil we’re capable of, I’m jaded, despondent and pessimistic about our chances. In the midst of the pandemic, while we were on a hike and trying to stomp out Spotted Lanternfly nymphs, I said, “Maybe we should just let them have the planet.” (Obviously not one of my best days.) In both cases, my prayer is always, “On earth as it is in heaven.” It takes work, and there’s no one but us to do it. 

8. Travel is the second best investment I’ve made. (Mental healthcare is the first. See no. 4)

Photo by Priscilla Du Preez on Unsplash

When I was a junior in college, I had the opportunity to study for a semester in England. Tuition was the same, but I had to pay all my own travel expenses. I applied for my first credit card and went into some debt to take trips to places like Ireland, Scotland, France and Italy while I was there. I regret nothing. (Except that my memory of those days is somewhat faded. Pictures help, but that was more than 20 years ago!) Every travel experience I’ve ever had, especially the international ones, have changed something about me or the way I see the world. Living in isolation gives us a limited view of the world. Our favorite quote as college students roaming around Europe was the first part of this gem by Mark Twain: “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness, and many of our people need it sorely on these accounts. Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all one’s lifetime.” (The entire quote is even more appropriate!)

I hate debt, but travel is worth it. 

9. The older I get, the younger everyone else gets.

What kind of magic is this? People in their 60s and 70s seem YOUNG to me now that I’m in my 40s, and anyone under the age of 30 looks like a child to me. (I didn’t say it was GOOD magic.) This, of course, doesn’t apply to my kids who keep growing up, and I couldn’t stop that even if I wanted to. As the sages of ’90s pop music Smash Mouth said, “The years start coming and they don’t stop coming.” (Sing it with me: “Hey now, you’re an All-Star …”)

10. I still have a lot to learn.

Many times in my life, I’ve thought I knew all there was to know. I’m still guilty of stubbornly holding on to my point of view, especially when I’m afraid. The truth is, the more I think I know, the less I actually know. I got mostly As in school and graduated from college with honors. Sometimes I think that means something important, but there are people with less education than me who know a whole lot more about things I can’t even comprehend. One of the things I loved about being a journalist was getting paid to ask questions. Even then, I sometimes thought I knew what the answer was going to be, but most of the time I was surprised to learn something new. I value curiosity, which means I want to keep my mind and heart open to new ideas and perspectives. 

What are some things you know for sure? Even if you don’t have 10, I’d love to hear from you!

Filed Under: identity, mental health Tagged With: 10 things I know for sure

It’s OK to not be OK

March 13, 2020

I don’t know about you but my anxiety is peaking right now. I took half a Xanax yesterday morning for the first time in months because I could feel the pressure building in my chest. It sits there like a heavy weight I can’t shake off and when it doesn’t go away after 30-45 minutes, I start to wonder if it’s going to plague me all day. Some days I sense that I’ll get past it without medication. That if I just get moving with my day, it’ll go away. Other days, I sense that it’s going to be a rough day without it. Yesterday, it was the latter feeling that won.

Yes, I am worried about coronavirus, specifically COVID-19 and its rapid spread across the globe. I don’t want to lose you here because I know there are a lot of BIG FEELINGS about what’s happening right now. My 10-year-old son is borderline depressed because all the watchable sports are cancelled, and my husband is looking for a new hobby (because, sports). Last night, I countered my anxiety by watching Bob Ross episodes on Netflix and trying to write my way out of these feelings instead of eating my way through them. Our daughter seems to be handling this the best so far, but she’s 12 now, and I expect the emotions are brimming at the surface. (Her field trip for today was cancelled due to COVID-19 and a statewide halt on large group gatherings, so we’ll see how she takes the news.)

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

If I’m honest, it’s not the virus itself that worries me, although I do fear for family and friends who would be at risk of serious illness or death if they contracted it. I spoke with my grandmother last night who volunteers at a hospital and she has already been instructed not to keep doing that if a confirmed case appears there. What worries me more is all the disruption to my normal way of life. I know this is a very privileged thing to say, and I almost hate that it’s the thing that’s causing me anxiety. But it is. Here is a list of my worries, however small they may seem to you:

  • I worry that the schools will close and I won’t work and/or get paid for an extended amount of time.
  • Related, I worry that we will have bills that go unpaid because we have no plan B/backup/rainy day fund for emergencies.
  • I worry that we won’t be able to find the things we need because others have hoarded them.
  • I worry that people I care about will be sick and I won’t be able to visit them.
  • I’m afraid that human kindness will not be what prevails in this time of crisis.
  • I worry that plans we have for the summer will be canceled or altered.
  • I worry about being a carrier of the virus and unaware of the symptoms and/or unable to get testing/care.
  • I worry that my fears won’t be taken seriously.

—

At church on Sunday, we sang hymns a cappella, a practice I’m usually excited about, but the second hymn we sang left me mute because I couldn’t sing the words. I didn’t believe they were true.

Not a shadow can rise,
Not a cloud in the skies,
But His smile quickly drives it away;
Not a doubt or a fear,
Not a sigh or a tear,
Can abide while we trust and obey.

It’s the last half of that verse from “Trust and Obey” that had me almost shaking my head right there in the middle of the singing. Did the hymn writer really believe that if we trusted and obeyed God we would haven’t any doubts, fears, sighs or tears? Maybe. But I sure don’t. It almost made me mad because I know there were people in church on Sunday, myself included, who had one or more of those things–doubts, fears, sighs, tears–and still felt they were trusting God.

Jesus wept with the grieving, even when he knew resurrection was coming. He showed mercy to those who doubted, abiding with them in their questions. I don’t believe that faith and doubt are mutually exclusive. I don’t believe that trust and obedience drive out all doubts, fears, sighs and tears. I believe we can both believe and doubt; cry and trust; fear and obey.

So, I want to say this to you because I need to say it to myself: It’s okay to not be okay right now. You can still have a strong belief in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit and be afraid of the times we are living in. You can be anxious and still trust Him.

—

I wasn’t sure I needed to put this in writing, but my anxiety was amplified after a trip to the salon yesterday. My daughter and I were both way overdue for haircuts, and it worked out that we got an appointment on her birthday. While she was getting her new ‘do, I was listening to the conversations. Of course people were talking about coronavirus. A man was scrolling his Facebook newsfeed and suddenly invoked Psalm 91 from the Bible, or what he thought was Psalm 91. “No plague on this house!” he declared, pointing to the door of the salon. Honestly, it sounded more like something you’d hear in a Shakespearean play than in church. I’m not sure what reactions my face betrayed at this spectacle. To be sure he had the right words, this man asked his phone to read him Psalm 91. He seemed to believe the act of speaking these ancient words would somehow keep him and this place safe from the coronavirus.

This is some of what the psalm says:

Surely he will save you
from the fowler’s snare
and from the deadly pestilence.
He will cover you with his feathers,
and under his wings you will find refuge;
his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart.
You will not fear the terror of night,
nor the arrow that flies by day,
nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness,
nor the plague that destroys at midday.

I have no problem with someone taking comfort from these words, but I wonder if they truly believe that God will spare some people over others because of their faith in Him. If someone is afraid of “the plague that destroys at midday” does that mean they haven’t take refuge in God? If they are struck by a deadly pestilence, does that mean they are unbelieving?

And if merely speaking words made something true, would we not all go around declaring health and well-being for ourselves and our friends and family? The Bible is not a spell book and its verses are not incantations. I know that sounds sacrilegious but I don’t think that’s what the Bible is for. Maybe I’m wrong, but this man’s actions brought to mind the hymn we’d sung, and I can’t help but think that these sorts of things are what discourage people rather than encourage them.

There are other passages of the Bible that talk about the rain falling on the righteous and unrighteous in equal measure. I do not believe the God who sent Jesus into the world with a message of love, mercy and grace sends diseases into that same world to wipe out the wicked. Maybe that’s not what we’re saying either when we sing that song or speak Bible verses over a place of business or residence, but I know what can happen to a person’s faith when they believe they’ve done and said all the right things and personal disaster still strikes.

We have enough to worry about right now, so if you’re a person of faith struggling with the messages you’re hearing/reading/seeing about the virus these days, I want to say again what I said earlier: It’s okay to not be okay right now. You can still have a strong belief in God, Jesus and the Holy Spirit and be afraid of the times we are living in. You can be anxious and still trust Him.

Also, if you or someone you love contracts the virus, it’s not because God is punishing you. (Sometimes I wonder why we have to say these things, but I know that’s what I thought for a long time: I screwed up. I didn’t do enough for Him. So, He’s mad at me. Toss those thoughts right out of your mind. They’re not true.)

—

I don’t want to live my life in fear. Sometimes I feel like my opposite response to that is to stick my head in the sand and pretend nothing’s wrong. If I can’t see the news about the coronavirus, it doesn’t exist! 

Photo by M.T ElGassier on Unsplash

It is okay to withdraw for a while, and it is okay to have fears and worries. What I’m striving for is a middle ground–to live in such a way that I am informed and cautious, caring about the health and vitality of those around me while not being so afraid of what’s to come that I’m hoarding supplies like the zombie apocalypse is upon us. I’m washing my hands and trying not to touch my face with my hands, but I’m also in a school every day with kids I care about whose needs are often greater than I can meet. I don’t always get to wash my hands as often as I want to. And even when I tell myself not to pick up their pencils or go through their binders, I do it anyway because it’s part of my job. (A job that doesn’t have paid sick time, I should add.)

If I end up not working, I will trust even as I fear. If I end up sick, I will trust even as I fear. When I doubt and cry and sigh, I will not believe that I have been abandoned. I will trust that God draws near in those times.

—

Photo by Finn on Unsplash

How are you today? If you’re not okay, it’s okay. 

How can I help? What words of comfort, assurance or commiseration do you need to hear? I’m here for you.

Filed Under: faith & spirituality, health & fitness, mental health Tagged With: anxiety, coronavirus, fear, pandemic

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