Thursday, December 20, 2007

Peace Corps Update

In July '07 I was nominated to serve as a youth/community developer in Africa leaving Feb '08 until '10.

I spent months working on the paperwork and answering my placement officer's questions to the best of my ability.

Today I found out that my program is full and I have to wait until my placement officer is back in office Jan 7 to discuss alternative options.

What does this mean? I am not moving to Africa in Feb. I have no idea where I am going, when I am going there and what I will do once I am there.

When the Peace Corps administration tells you to be flexible, they mean it.

Im still moving somewhere eventually, to do something.

Bonzai!

Wednesday, December 19, 2007

Californication

California is a bedazzled bear trap. It looks beautiful on the outside, it is enticing. But then it snaps! It swallows you whole and soon you discover all that is inside is rotting flesh.

Home, Sweet home.

Friday, December 14, 2007

gimme that diploma!

So I just graduated.

And now I sit, alone in my room listening to music. Just like college began. But now I have something else, something more.

I have a bunch of notebooks filled with notes. I have a bunch of textbooks that arent worth anything because there are always new editions. I have graded papers and financial aid letters and old i.d. cards and...

FREEDOM.

I know what I know. I know what I believe. I know why.

I know Im done.

Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Just because you can, doesn't mean you should

Cups. There are different sized cups. Some cups are small. Some are big. Some big cups have handles, or maybe that is a mug. The big (handle mugs) cups can sometimes hold soup, or stew, or cereal. When they hold these things the cups are acting like bowls. But they aren't bowls, they are cups.

And sure, the cup has some of the basic structure of a bowl. But what of the handle? When the cup pretends to be a bowl, it ignores its own unique structure. So the soup, and the stew and the cereal aren't bad, but the cup trying to act like a bowl is bad.

I have a handle.

Sunday, December 9, 2007

I am

"You are too good a woman for me."

"I really appreciate your person. You have a unique soul."

"She has amazing faith."

"You have a way with words that makes me think about things for the first time."

"You are my hero."

I worked hard to be the person I am today. I love who I am. I love God for helping me to become that person. I know I will continue to grow. I wish everyone worked hard to be proud of themselves and saw the good (the God) in them that I see.

Friday, December 7, 2007

Just another day...

It began as an innocent trip with a friend to Starbucks. One of those lovely occasions when everything was perfect enough to take for granted. But when I went to drop her off, I couldn't resist the tennis ball that rolled around the parking lot. I slammed on the brakes, put the car in park and jumped out to claim my prize. When my silly friend proceeded to usurp my vehicle, I instinctively brought the arm back, took aim and fired with concentration. In actuality I aimed for her head (I know that's harsh) but the air manipulated the ball's course so that the......

SMASH
........
CRASH
......

into her hand, ended with an eruption of coffee's sweet caffeine droplets throughout the car and all over her lovely outfit. All those years in little league. What a blessing! What a curse!