most people equate muscle-soreness with significant activities in which you anticipate the pain to follow. my experience is much different. as I learn of yet another unique trait, I conclude that I must do life aggressively. instead of giving you the full story with each secenario, here are some "every day" things that regularly require pain meds:
sleeping, eating, drying my hair, doing anything to my hair, painting my nails/toes, chewing gum, walking, doing puzzles/board games, writing a paper, riding in a boat, watching work-outs, cleaning, cooking, singing, folding laundry, shopping, and most recently: eating restaurant-sized salads(yes, my arm was so sore, it inhibited my typing).
on the flip side, I can do a full work-out involving cardio and weights, play an intense volleyball game, or fall face down on the pavement, without a hint of soreness or bruising. is someone playing a trick on me?
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I give consent
have you ever felt as though you were stuck in a bad scenario? one that might be used in a short video series displayed at a conference? the lengths of these real life scenarios may vary, but if you've had the feeling, you know what I mean. I experienced one this morning that was so scripted, I knew I had become an actress/victim almost immediately... but who said I gave consent? I probably wasn't the best candidate for "them" to sneak up on because I recognized it right away. I didn't discover any hidden cameras, but people all seemed to walking in a choreographed rythem. looking back, I think the title was "learning how to stay focused on the positive while everything else is falling a apart" or "how to trust that the Lord has a plan when things aren't playing out how we expected" or simply "a series if mishaps." I apologize for the length, but here it goes:
before "Scene 1" I woke up early for a change, with plenty of time for my morning routine. it almost felt too good to be true. by the time i was in my car and just about to my bus stop (15 minutes from my home), I decided to check my phone. to my surprise and frustration, the phone had been forgotten. i quickly remembered where i left it, and decided to turn back for it. not realizing that traffic goes both ways, i got home about the time I should arrive at work. from this point on, i was in panic/guilt mode for being so late. I also had to round up quarters at home since i would be driving downtown, and paying for parking. after the worst traffic I had ever seen on the freeway, and being next to a cop, I finally made it to the inner-city 45 minutes later. treating myself to the expensive parking garage for being so late, another strange thing took place: the garage was not allowing daily parking. i mean, what? when does that happen? i was acutally laughing at this point, trying to understand the overall lesson the Lord was trying to teach me. (are we on scene 3, 4? I lost count!) by the time i reached the gravel parking lot several blocks away, i realized that i had taken every item out of my backpack since I was planning to walk in from the garage... shoot! after re-packing, paying, and walking very briskly, I made it to the crosswalk just in time for the flashing red hand, of course. yes Lord, I know how to be patient! some unfortunate co-worker of mine was walking near me and asked how i was doing... yes, he got a breif re-cap of my long cummute in... but at least I laughed while sharing! it had been 2 hours since I woke up at this point. think of all I could have accomplished? but the Lord numbers my steps and has by best interest at heart. i finally felt the "production" had ended as i transitioned into a pretty normal day (besides learning of a whole in my pants). i began jotting down thoughts and appreciating my sense of humor and positive outlook on the scene in which I had the starring role. I've always wanted to be in actress in a short video... but wait, a show is never complete without an encore! on my way to a meeting, my elevator stopped on the 4th floor, and the elevators began opening and closing repeatedly... not taking us any further. i got out of the elevator with the assurance that I would get stuck in it as the final straw. I'm sad to say that the scene/act/play/story ends there... as the point had definitely been made, thank you to the Director! I wish the crew had at least told me the title, but they probably ran off since they had no consent.
I still don't know what God's exact reason was for all of this, but consequently, I learned a quality life lesson from my little debut: The Lord has chosen me, not just for today, but forever.
before "Scene 1" I woke up early for a change, with plenty of time for my morning routine. it almost felt too good to be true. by the time i was in my car and just about to my bus stop (15 minutes from my home), I decided to check my phone. to my surprise and frustration, the phone had been forgotten. i quickly remembered where i left it, and decided to turn back for it. not realizing that traffic goes both ways, i got home about the time I should arrive at work. from this point on, i was in panic/guilt mode for being so late. I also had to round up quarters at home since i would be driving downtown, and paying for parking. after the worst traffic I had ever seen on the freeway, and being next to a cop, I finally made it to the inner-city 45 minutes later. treating myself to the expensive parking garage for being so late, another strange thing took place: the garage was not allowing daily parking. i mean, what? when does that happen? i was acutally laughing at this point, trying to understand the overall lesson the Lord was trying to teach me. (are we on scene 3, 4? I lost count!) by the time i reached the gravel parking lot several blocks away, i realized that i had taken every item out of my backpack since I was planning to walk in from the garage... shoot! after re-packing, paying, and walking very briskly, I made it to the crosswalk just in time for the flashing red hand, of course. yes Lord, I know how to be patient! some unfortunate co-worker of mine was walking near me and asked how i was doing... yes, he got a breif re-cap of my long cummute in... but at least I laughed while sharing! it had been 2 hours since I woke up at this point. think of all I could have accomplished? but the Lord numbers my steps and has by best interest at heart. i finally felt the "production" had ended as i transitioned into a pretty normal day (besides learning of a whole in my pants). i began jotting down thoughts and appreciating my sense of humor and positive outlook on the scene in which I had the starring role. I've always wanted to be in actress in a short video... but wait, a show is never complete without an encore! on my way to a meeting, my elevator stopped on the 4th floor, and the elevators began opening and closing repeatedly... not taking us any further. i got out of the elevator with the assurance that I would get stuck in it as the final straw. I'm sad to say that the scene/act/play/story ends there... as the point had definitely been made, thank you to the Director! I wish the crew had at least told me the title, but they probably ran off since they had no consent.
I still don't know what God's exact reason was for all of this, but consequently, I learned a quality life lesson from my little debut: The Lord has chosen me, not just for today, but forever.
Monday, October 8, 2007
I just need a green pepper
I wanted to write something insightful today... but one thing just keeps pushing its way to the front of my mind, leaving all thought-provoking analogies in the dust. this may even wind up being my most vulerable of posts.
friends and family, I think I have an unhealthy love for the grocery store shopping cart. and I don't mean the big shopping cart that you might intially picture, no, the small cart with two levels. It's just the right size for my weekly shopping load... it turns corners without ever hitting another shopper, cart or corner display. I'm lucky that a Kroger employee has yet to see me smile when I enter the store and see a fresh bi-level cart awaiting. maybe that little cart has become like a friend to me? and you didn't think I had attachment problems before? Looking back, I remember the "Super Duper" having these carts when I was a kid... and my sister and I preferred the store for that very reason. these days, I thought the mini-carts were long gone... until our Kroger decided to renovate! anyway, I'm trying to blame my joy for the grocery store on the cart, when I actually enjoy the whole outing more than anyone I know... the cute cart is only an added bonus.
I learned early on in life that I was a list-maker, and I appreciated the sense of accomplishment when checking things off. this must be why grocery shopping feels so productive. if I didn't have a list, I probably would not plan my evening around the trip (yes, missing TV shows and social outings). I'm not gonna lie, I have actually made up reasons to "swing by" the store, or found a recipe with something in it that required a store run. A ripe banana, Tony's cheerios, or our favorite salsa have all added to the equation. I also take pride in how quick and efficient my store trips can be. with my list written in order of the store... I pull in the driveway just 29 minutes after I have left, supporting my statement of "I'll be back in a half hour" to Tony as I pulled away. One added bonus is my sweet husband who jumps up to help with the grocery carrying at the sound of the garage door.
In all seriousness, I think I am blessed by my joy found in grocery shopping. maybe it's some form of therapy; having the time to myself, unwinding from the day, finding a good sale, checking off my list, and stocking the kitchen in a orderly fashion. when looking down the road, I am determined to never let this task be tied to complaint since I will hopefully be nurturing a husband and family for many many years to come :) back to the cart, if your store doesn't have this option... you should consider finding a new one as it just might change your whole experience.
friends and family, I think I have an unhealthy love for the grocery store shopping cart. and I don't mean the big shopping cart that you might intially picture, no, the small cart with two levels. It's just the right size for my weekly shopping load... it turns corners without ever hitting another shopper, cart or corner display. I'm lucky that a Kroger employee has yet to see me smile when I enter the store and see a fresh bi-level cart awaiting. maybe that little cart has become like a friend to me? and you didn't think I had attachment problems before? Looking back, I remember the "Super Duper" having these carts when I was a kid... and my sister and I preferred the store for that very reason. these days, I thought the mini-carts were long gone... until our Kroger decided to renovate! anyway, I'm trying to blame my joy for the grocery store on the cart, when I actually enjoy the whole outing more than anyone I know... the cute cart is only an added bonus.
I learned early on in life that I was a list-maker, and I appreciated the sense of accomplishment when checking things off. this must be why grocery shopping feels so productive. if I didn't have a list, I probably would not plan my evening around the trip (yes, missing TV shows and social outings). I'm not gonna lie, I have actually made up reasons to "swing by" the store, or found a recipe with something in it that required a store run. A ripe banana, Tony's cheerios, or our favorite salsa have all added to the equation. I also take pride in how quick and efficient my store trips can be. with my list written in order of the store... I pull in the driveway just 29 minutes after I have left, supporting my statement of "I'll be back in a half hour" to Tony as I pulled away. One added bonus is my sweet husband who jumps up to help with the grocery carrying at the sound of the garage door.
In all seriousness, I think I am blessed by my joy found in grocery shopping. maybe it's some form of therapy; having the time to myself, unwinding from the day, finding a good sale, checking off my list, and stocking the kitchen in a orderly fashion. when looking down the road, I am determined to never let this task be tied to complaint since I will hopefully be nurturing a husband and family for many many years to come :) back to the cart, if your store doesn't have this option... you should consider finding a new one as it just might change your whole experience.
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