Take Me Out [to the Ballgame]

Years ago, a friend of mine told me that a baseball game was her idea of a perfect first date. I believed her at the time. But as I get older, I am realizing that she just might have been onto something. Now don't get all excited thinking that I have been running bases and know from recents experience. It's just that summer is coming and I have all things quintessentially American on my mind.

In honor of the number of innings in America's favorite past time, I present to you the top 9 reasons why a baseball game is the perfect first date:

1. There is something going on in the background that is entertaining but not heart pounding. So its not a huge loss if the conversation is flowing and you don't pay much attention to the game. On the other hand, it can provide the perfect distraction if the conversation isn't as…flowing.

2. Some people just open up better when sitting side by side rather than face to face. It falls into the same category as road trips.

3. There is plenty of room for good conversation, but there is also built in times to see how fun and carefree they are. Do they dance around trying to get on the big screen? Do they sing during the 7th inning stretch? Do they cheer on their favorite color's boat? The answers to these questions tell a lot about a person…obviously.

4. It's not that expensive. Get the bleacher seats and a bag of kettle corn and you both get a night of entertainment for under $25. You can splurge and get a hot dog, but it's certainly not necessary.

5. There is a definite ending if you want there to be one. If the date is going terrible, you have an easy out once the game is over. If its going great, the night is young and so are you!

6. You can wear shorts and a t-shirt supporting your team or you can wear something a bit nicer. You'll fit in either way! Good for me, the Mariner's colors include navy. And I look fantastic in navy.

7. It's just so…All American. And it's in the summer…Danny and Sandy didn't sing a whole song about this time of year for nothing!

8. Almost anyone can find a major or minor league game within a stone's throw of their town.

9. The big screen might just even point your direction for the kiss cam. Bonus!

Also – pictures with the field in the background always turn out super cute…see?!

 

 

30 Before 30

If you have been a long time reader, you know that I started a personal initiative to accomplish 30 things before I turned 30. Some are save-money-plan-ahead-dream-come-true goals, some are just wouldn’t-that-be-lovely goals, and some are that-will-make-me-a-better-person goals. I know that you all are waiting with bated breath to see the progress I’ve made. So today is for you!

so far I have checked off…

3. Start a Blog Thanks for reading, commenting, sharing, and discussing. I love you all. Truly I do.

9. Learn how to change my own oil. 

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12. Send a postcard to PostsecretI can’t show a picture of the one I sent because then it wouldn’t be a secret anymore (duh!). But for an idea of what I might of sent, look here and here.

15. Go camping and enjoy it.

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17. Go sailing on a legit sail boat

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19. Start putting extra money into retirement Watch out, Palm Springs. I’ll be seeing you in 50 years!

21. Play the slots at a casino. I don’t have a picture of me. But I have a picture of Kristy and we were together. Promise.

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22. Visit BostonIt was everything I ever dreamed it would be. And more.

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24. Learn how to can something. nothing says Twenty, Flirty, and Fabulous like wine poached pears!

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27. Go paddle boarding

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what I need to squeeze into the next 3 years…

1. Take an art class. I’m thinking about taking a calligraphy course so I can learn to write with a true blue calligraphy pen. They offer them at Paper Source – anyone want to go with me?

2. Ice skate at Rockafeller Center at Christmas time. We are aiming to make this our family Christmas trip for 2013!

4. Read the entire Bible Getting there. Slowly but surely.

5. Go to a concert in Austin, Texas. 

6. Go to Mardi Gras. and I don’t plan on collecting any beads, b.t.dubs.

7. Go berry picking. just because I really love it.

8. Learn how to drive a stick. anyone have a car they want to volunteer? I know many downtown Seattle hills we can practice on ;)

10. Fit into much smaller jeans. See number 4 for progress on this one.

11. Make home made wine.

13. Be an audience member for Dave Letterman/Jay Leno Maybe we can do this on the Christmas trip.

14. Visit Martha’s Vineyard Should have done this while I was in Boston. But I guess this just means I need to make another trip – which I’m not complaining about.

16. Fall in love.  Any takers??

18. Go skiing and not make them stop the ski lift for me twice in one day. on the bunny slopes. not like that happened or anything…

20. Go to Greece and/or Paris. Who wants to go to Paris with me in August? I’m being completely serious.

23. Drive part of the Pacific Coast Highway in a convertable. with a floppy hat.

25. Go on a zipline tour.

26. Live somewhere for more than a year. I think it might, just might happen this year. Cross your fingers.

28. See Dave Matthews at the Gorge August 30th. Who’s with me?

29. Watch Gone With the Wind all the way through. just to legitimize my southernhood. 

30. Learn how to distinguish between different types of wine. I can pick out Riesling blindfolded with my hands tied behind my back. Beyond that, not the slightest idea.

Hmm Yeaaa Hmmmmm

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Hmm {as in hmm – really? are we really?}

Macklemore and Nordstrom? That’s fifty dollars for a t-shirt, Mack.

Can we be done? Please.

The 8 Most Questionable N*SYNC Looks of All Time

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Oh you know – just taking a casual walk around Greenlake with your bird

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Yeaaa {as in yeaaa – that’s good. real good.}

Girl Crush. I have listened to this no less than 47 times this week. Praise Be.

Seattle FTW

Sweet Paul Spring Edition – Its beautiful and delicious and I just want to live in the pages. Chase the sweet things in life.

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So proud to work for an organization that Builds Hope

Hmmmmm {as in hmmmmm – they might really be saying something important here}

The Power of Girlfriends

And when [women] connect to support each other, when they open themselves up to learn from each other, when they take opportunities to celebrate each other’s unique contributions, a powerful force is unleashed—a motivating drive to move forward…together. 

The Science of Love - Love has captured our imagination and curiosity. But turns out science knows very little about how or why love works.

The Art of Asking - you might not be stripping so that drunk Germans can write on you. But the vulnerability that comes with asking without shame is something we can all relate to.

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The Straw that Broke the Camel’s Back

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So…I broke my back.

Okay – maybe broke is being an little dramatic. But it sure felt that way.

It all started last Monday. I had already been sick with the head pounding-snot blowing-throat throbbing crud for about a week. For a week, I had been taking Nyquil and calling it a night at 8:30, plus turning down all sorts of merriment in the hopes of not sharing germs. For this capital E Extrovert, the whole week felt pretty isolating. But I had a feeling that I was on the mend, and I was excited to take following the week by storm. This girl was going to be back.

Other than the crud, Monday was a normal day – I woke up 6 minutes before I had to be out of the house, generously sprayed my head with dry shampoo, logged into my computer at work, ordered my usual tall blonde at Starbucks, and then went to my favorite hip hop class afterwards.

The hip hop class started out strong with the song where we hit the floor about 8 times in a row and the song where we twerk it while spinning in a circle. Then the stripper on a pole song came on. Trouble. During what is probably one of the tamest moves in the whole song, something snapped in my lower back and I was out of commission.

By the grace of God, I was able to drive home and get into my bed. But there are no {g rated} words to describe the level of pain. At one point in the night, I tried to get out of bed to get pain relievers, but no avail. In that moment, I was reminded why I was so afraid to live alone and had a minor major meltdown.

The next morning the folks that live upstairs graciously took me to the Emergency Room. Luckily, the docs think it is just muscle related and gave me 2 prescriptions – miracles in capsule form. They also ordered me to bedrest for 2-3 days.

After coming off of a cruddy week that felt isolating, plus being 3,000 miles away from my family, and now in bed with only myself and a basket full of meds and icepacks – I felt raw and cried ugly tears. This was the straw that literally broke the camel’s back.

I wallowed in my personal pity party for a good little while, but eventually realized {with the help of my mother} that I have people that are willing to help and are happy to come and be with me – I just needed to ask. So I emailed a bunch of my girlfriends and just asked that they come and sit with me. They didn’t need to bring anything – just conversation and company. And they all reached out – each one of them. They didn’t even bat an eye when they saw me in all of my bed head-ice stuffed biker shorts-bra less glory. Some even brought flowers, movies, soul warming soup, and big ol cookies. One friend even did my dishes. It was so hard to lay there and let her clean up my mess, but I literally couldn’t stop her – and seeing an empty sink when I was finally able to get out of bed was the biggest gift.

In King’s Cross, Tim Keller writes that God tells us to “meet the needs of other people with all the joy, eagerness, urgency, ingenuity, creativity, and industry with which you meet your own needs.” My friends did just that.

Am I thankful this happened? Hell to the naw. But I like to think that every time the muscle spazzed and I yelled OH GOD! or SWEET JESUS! – he was there working in my weakness. Teaching me that sometimes being strong means asking for help. Reminding me that admitting need is humbling, but that He has blessed me with a community that will rally around me in times of need. Pointing out that He provides and that He can redeem even the most painful (literally and figuratively) situations. Showing me that I can be both brave and scared. Reminding me that I have worth even when I can’t walk, can’t work, and can’t really form coherent thoughts because the Vicodin has set in.

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In other news…in what (I think) is an attempt to protect my back muscles, my butt muscles have been working extra hard for the past week. That said, I’m counting on a donk of steel by the time this whole thing is said and done.

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This past weekend, I had the pleasure of spending time with one of the girls in the high school Bible study that I help lead. She returned home from her mission trip to Tijuana on Saturday and immediately got busy uploading pictures and videos to Facebook. As her notification count grew and grew, I started to tell her about when I went on mission trips to Mexico more than 10 (excuse me, what?) years ago. I knew I was in trouble when I started the story “when I was in high school…” and then it just got worse. I told her how we only had film cameras, so I had to limit my picture taking to 24 exposures a day. Upon returning home, I would save up coupons from the Sunday paper for the 1-hour photo center at Eckerds. After getting doubles of the pictures, I would lovingly place them one by one into a photo album. Then everyone from the trip would gather for a picture party where we would pass the albums and write our names on the back of pictures we wanted copies of. And then began the meticulous process of holding up negatives to the light and trucking it back to Eckerds. I should have stopped there, but then I went on about how Facebook was only available to certain colleges when it first started and how we emailed Mr. Zuckerberg daily asking that it be available to a tiny all women’s school in Raleigh. And how your wall was simply a text box where anyone could go in and erase what had previously been written, but it was usually filled up because you had been hit by the sexy bus. After the 19th “serioulsly?!?” shriek, I knew I should stop for the sake of us both. But I started to realize, I’m getting old. Now, realize that 26 going on 27 {its like that scene in the gazebo – plus a decade} is a far cry from being senile, but I am certainly becoming a bona fide adult.

10 Signs I am becoming an adult – in no particular order 

10. I threw out my back in hip hop class and am now adjusting the lumbar support in my car and toting a heating pad to work

9. I get a piece of mail every week giving me the status of my retirement portfolio {portfolio? Is that what its even called? It sounds adult-ish!}

8. I googled “mortgage calculator” the other week. And then proceeded to cry ugly tears.

7. I think Justin Bieber would be way more handsome if he stopped getting tattoos

6. In my group of girlfriends from college, there are now the same amount of babies as there are friends {9 and 9!}

5. I enjoy home goods stores and flower nurseries

4. Empty alcohol bottles are no longer the focal point of my friend’s homes

3. When given access to full cable and on demand this weekend, I chose a special on CNN.

2. Honey, lovely, and darling have become staples in my vocabulary

1. I have started drinking drip coffee and hot tea rather than a white chocolate ____, and most of the time my order starts with the word decaf

and just for good measure…I played mmmbop at a high school girl’s sleepover a while back expecting a crazy, no holds barred dance party. But none of the girls had heard the song and I had to convince them that the Hanson’s were brothers rather than sisters.

What about you? When did you know you were no longer a girl/boy but not yet a woman/man? You know – that moment in time that is all yours while you are in between. I would love to hear!

There Were Never Such Devoted Sisters

With Facebook blowing up with all of the Sibling Day hubbub, the closet skeptic in me thought the whole thing was made up and just an excuse to hashtag and get a lot of likes. Sort of like Throwback Thursday, only less annoying.
 
But guess what! It IS a real thing! And y’all know I love my high top wearing, borderline tacky, heck of a teacher, sass for days sister soul. So in honor of National Sibling Day – I give you a super quick recap of her visit to Seattle last week…
 
Tom foolering
 
 
Mexican feasting
 
 
Nectar of the gods drinking and pig tail mishapping
 
 
 
Easter rolls rising (rising indeed)
 
 
Ladies lunching {ps. Volunteer Park Cafe is simply the best}
 
 
Discovery Park shenaniganing
 
 
Wandering Goose indulging {because when consumed with sister soul – calories are obviously not counting}
 
 
Greenlake snacking and sun basking
 
 
Golden Gardens sunset gazing
 
 
Spiritual gift using
 
 
Easter Sunday pastel wearing
 
 
Hip Hop dancing {and drop it to tha floor mastering}
 
 
West Seattle exploring {and unsuccessfully trying to eat at Marination Ma Kai three times}
 
 
Oyster shucking {well, technically someone did it for us}
 
 
Summer roommate reuniting
 
 
Easter basket searching {thanks mom!}
 
 
After school snacking
 
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Ballard lollygagging
 
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Hottie modeling
 
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Baby cuddling
 
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Sister sister sister sister mistering {and Emma missing}
 
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Cherry Blossom loving
 
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Until next time, sister soul! In the meantime, I’ll be calorie burning.

ESFJ

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Portrait of an ESFJ
{The
Caregiver}
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As an ESFJ, your primary mode of living is focused externally, where you deal with things according to how you feel about them, or how they fit in with your personal value system. Your secondary mode is internal, where you take things in via your five senses in a literal, concrete fashion.

ESFJs are people persons – they love people {amen}. They are warmly interested in others. They use their Sensing and Judging characteristics {and/or hours on facebook} to gather specific, detailed information about others, and turn this information into supportive judgments. They want to like people, and have a special skill at bringing out the best in others. They are extremely good at reading others, and understanding their point of view. The ESFJ’s strong desire to be liked and for everything to be pleasant makes them highly supportive of others. People like to be around ESFJs {give or take a specific time of the month}, because the ESFJ has a special gift of invariably making people feel good about themselves {you’re beautiful, dahling}.

The ESFJ takes their responsibilities very seriously, and is very dependable. They value security and stability, and have a strong focus on the details of life. They see before others do what needs to be done, and do whatever it takes to make sure that it gets done. They enjoy these types of tasks, and are extremely good at them.

ESFJs are warm and energetic. They need approval from others to feel good about themselves. They are hurt by indifference and don’t understand unkindness. They are very giving people, who get a lot of their personal satisfaction from the happiness of others. They want to be appreciated for who they are, and what they give. They’re very sensitive to others, and freely give practical care. ESFJs are such caring individuals, that they sometimes have a hard time seeing or accepting a difficult truth about someone they care about {or we can just call in naive}.

With Extraverted Feeling dominating their personality, ESFJs are focused on reading other people. They have a strong need to be liked, and to be in control. They are extremely good at reading others {watch yo self}, and often change their own manner to be more pleasing to whoever they’re with at the moment.

The ESFJ’s value system is defined externally. They usually have very well-formed ideas about the way things should be, and are not shy about expressing these opinions. However, they weigh their values and morals against the world around them, rather than against an internal value system. They may have a strong moral code, but it is defined by the community that they live in, rather than by any strongly felt internal values {note: don’t move from the conservative south to the liberal PNW if you’re an ESFJ. It will mess with your head. I mean…hypothetically speaking}.

ESFJs who have had the benefit of being raised and surrounded by a strong value system that is ethical and centered around genuine goodness will most likely be the kindest, most generous souls who will gladly give you the shirt off of their back without a second thought {have you met Jim Herrmann?} For these individuals, the selfless quality of their personality type is genuine and pure. ESFJs who have not had the advantage of developing their own values by weighing them against a good external value system may develop very questionable values. In such cases, the ESFJ most often genuinely believes in the integrity of their skewed value system. They have no internal understanding of values to set them straight. In weighing their values against our society, they find plenty of support for whatever moral transgression they wish to justify. This type of ESFJ is a dangerous person indeed. Extraverted Feeling drives them to control and manipulate, and their lack of Intuition prevents them from seeing the big picture. They’re usually quite popular and good with people, and good at manipulating them. Unlike their ENFJ cousin, they don’t have Intuition to help them understand the real consequences of their actions. They are driven to manipulate other to achieve their own ends, yet they believe that they are following a solid moral code of conduct. {yikes}

All ESFJs have a natural tendency to want to control their environment. Their dominant function demands structure and organization, and seeks closure {“let’s still be friends”}. ESFJs are most comfortable with structured environments. They’re not likely to enjoy having to do things which involve abstract, theoretical concepts, or impersonal analysis {Working in a youth office of theologians that like to debate might also be difficult for an ESFJ. Again…hypothetically speaking}. They do enjoy creating order and structure, and are very good at tasks which require these kinds of skills. ESFJs should be careful about controling people in their lives who do not wish to be controlled.

ESFJs respect and believe in the laws and rules of authority, and believe that others should do so as well. They’re traditional, and prefer to do things in the established way, rather than venturing into unchartered territory. Their need for security drives their ready acceptance and adherence to the policies of the established system. This tendency may cause them to sometimes blindly accept rules without questioning or understanding them {I love rules. seriously.}

An ESFJ who has developed in a less than ideal way may be prone to being quite insecure, and focus all of their attention on pleasing others. He or she might also be very controling, or overly sensitive, imagining bad intentions when there weren’t any.

ESFJs incorporate many of the traits that are associated with women in our society. However, male ESFJs will usually not appear feminine at all. On the contrary, ESFJs are typically quite conscious about gender roles and will be most comfortable playing a role that suits their gender in our society. Male ESFJs will be quite masculine (albeit sensitive when you get to know them), and female ESFJs will be very feminine {I’m all girl. All the time.}

ESFJs at their best are warm, sympathetic, helpful, cooperative, tactful, down-to-earth, practical, thorough, consistent, organized, enthusiastic, and energetic. They enjoy tradition {It was no mistake I went to Meredith College} and security, and will seek stable lives that are rich in contact with friends and family {I go bat sh*t crazy without time with my people}

According to Myers Briggs, my perfect match is a ISFP {with INFP in close second}. So if you’re a handsome, gentle, perceptive, factual, spontaneous, realistic, gentle persuader with strong values and an affinity for nature that shows your love by doing – hit me up. They say you’re quiet, reserved, and difficult to know well. But good news is that I {supposedly} am good at reading people. Teamwork is dream work, ya know? They say a person of your type is most likely to be a pediatrician. And I just so happen to work with all the residents at a children’s hospital…WINNING! But they also say that a person of your type is likely to be a forest ranger…which means my chances of meeting you are sitting at a pretty 0%.

What are you? I would love to know! And since I CLEARLY like to “gather specific, detailed information about others, and turn this information into supportive judgments,” be forewarned that I WILL be psychoanalyzing you based on your results.

*Thanks to http://www.personalitypage.com for the wealth of information*

Hmm Yeaaa Hmmmmm

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Hmm {as in hmm – really? are we really?}

Courtesy of the Artist? Heck – if sleeping were an art form I would make a fantastic artist.

#TheGosline is genius.

How exactly does one’s bracket get to be so bad?

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Really, KK? Are we realllyyy talking about “Little Mason” here?

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Yeaaa {as in yeaaa – that’s good. real good.}

So nautical.

Overdress. And its nice to see you.

I’m like a little obsessed over everything she does.

Tacky or Darling? I’m going with darling.

Hmmmmm {as in hmmmmm – they might really be saying something important here}

Jesus the King (the artist formerly known as King’s Cross) by Tim Keller – Read it. Stat.

There are many of us who look unselfish and dutiful, simply because we can’t say no: we say yes to everything, and people are always using us. Everyone says ‘oh, you’re so selfless, so giving of yourself; you need to think more about taking care of yourself.’ But think about those of us who don’t have boundaries and who let people walk all over us and use us and can’t say no – do you think we’re doing that out of love for other people? Of course not, we’re doing it out of need – we say yes to everything out of fear and cowardice. That’s far from glorifying others. To glorify others means to unconditionally serve them, not because we’re getting anything out of it, just because our love and appreciation for who they truly are.

Brene Brown on Oprah. Oprah might make your roll your eyes a time or two. But hearing what Brene has to say is totally worth it. Cultivate authenticity. Be brave and scared at the same time. Let vulnerability be the birthplace of joy, creativity, faith, love, and innovation. Work at gratitude. Honor what is ordinary about your life.

A love letter to life around the table - Shauna Niequist is a genius. Watch all three.

Once Upon a School. It’ll make you laugh. It’ll make you cry.

{Youth} need your actual person. Your physical personhood and your open minds and open ears and boundless compassion. Sitting next to them, listening and nodding and asking questions for hours at a time. Some of these kids just don’t plain know how good they are. How smart and how much they have to say. You can tell them. You can shine that light on them one human interaction at a time.

Bracketology

I’m a big fan of the madness of March. Big big fan. I love researching, spending time on my bracket, sneaking game updates during work, and then wrecking havoc on my bracket with a red pen and (hopefully) yellow highlighter. If you remember, last year I was in a pool of 143 and at one point I was ranked 13. Proof:

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I’m sad to say that Sunday through Wednesday of this week have been jam packed full and I just haven’t had time to put the TLC into my bracket as I would have liked. So I started thinking of easier, less time consuming ways to map out the road to the final 4.

First I thought that I could go off of cities I would like to live in. Harvard (Boston) ended up going head to head with my hometown of Raleigh (NC State). I ultimately had to betray my first love for my love of all things nautical. Harvard takes the ship!

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Then I picked which mascot would take out the other in a brawl. It got down to the Blue Devils and the Demons in a tie. Because I mean…they’re both demonic devils. It doesn’t get much worse. Altough Big Red from Western Kentucky had a good run. I don’t really know what that thing is but I have a feeling it has some secrets. The bucks also got pretty far…they are poisonous nuts, after all.

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Then I went with the ol alphabetical order standby. Wichita State and Western Kentucky didn’t stand a chance. But Akron, a 12 seed, sure makes a good Cinderella story!

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Ultimately, I went with the bracket below. I did it in approximately 5 minutes with a little bit of research, a little bit of hoping, a little bit of risk, and a whole lotta guessing. If this thing is in the top 100 then I’ll be this year’s Cinderella Story!

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To Love and Be Loved

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Please note: In writing this post, I am in no way saying that I’m unworthy of love – I know better than that. Nor am I fishing for affirmation. Rather, I’m hoping to voice and bring to light something that I think a lot of women secretly wrestle with. I’m guessing men do, too. But I’m not a man so I guess I may never know {I digress…let’s get to it}

I’m a huge Beauty and the Beast fan. In this tale as old as time, we are told that the Beast will remain a monster until he can learn to love and be loved in return. Growing up, I always thought the hard part of this deal was the loving part. You know, because loving requires us to sacrifice, see beyond faults, forgive, etc. {That’s a big etc by the way} But as I get older, I’m sort of finding that being loved in return might be harder. Let me explain.

When I have people over for dinner, I want to provide everything. Bread, wine, dessert…everything. And then I want my friends to leave at the end of the night without lifting a finger to help with the dishes. In no way, form, or fashion do I expect repayment or reciprocation. Its because I love them and it gives me great joy to spoil my friends in this way.

However, when a friend asks me to come for dinner, I ask over and over if there is anything that I can bring. Even if they insist not to bring anything, I bring a bottle of wine anyways. At the end of the night, I will at least bring my dishes to the sink and feel pangs of guilt if I don’t help even more. Then I plot when I can have them over to return the favor.

Same goes for presents. I love giving gifts for anything that could remotely be considered a holiday. Its fun for me to do and I never expect anything in return or even a thank you letter. But when the tables are turned and someone else gives me a gift, I feel this impulse to repay.

I can go on – I am beyond honored when friends ask me to bring them to the airport, care for them while they are sick, run an errand, or for a place to stay for the evening. However, I hesitate asking these things of others when I need them because I don’t want to be an inconvenience. Or when I have something that I need to vent about – I feel bad talking and talking and talking. But I love nothing more than to be a listening ear when someone else needs to get something off of their chest.

{I’ll stop with the examples now. I think you got the point.}

I don’t really have and end to this story – but I am darn near positive that I am not alone in this. I know that others feel the same joy loving on me as I do loving on them, I just simply need to let myself be served in this way. We are made for community and are meant to walk through life together – which entails constantly giving and taking. I’m learning that in order to pour out I also need to be poured into…and lucky for me I have a community full of crazy good pourers. It sort of reminds me of the story of Mary and Martha. I’m a Martha – through and through. But I’m learning to be a Mary. To slow down, be present, and stop letting my impulse to give get in the way of something better.

Because I don’t want to be a beast.

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