Wednesday, August 13, 2014

i forgot my journal


i'm old school.  i love paper.  i love pens.

how did i forget my journal for my night of reflection?

it's hard to feel like i disconnected very much without the ability to actually write things down on paper.  blogging and microsoft wording are not the same, kids.


on an unrelated note, i taught a sixth grader 'bumsauce' and 'awesomesauce' and expect he will be plugging them into his every day vocabulary henceforth.  you're welcome, world.

Friday, August 8, 2014

hunker down and listen

i am an introvert who does not process well externally.  and, in fact, i don't process internally very much, either.  let me explain--i process a lot.  there's just not a lot of 'doing.'  how i process typically looks like this:

i hunker down by myself.  i write just enough thoughts to clear the top of my brain off.  and then i wait.  i listen.  i let things marinate.  and then i wait.  and then i wait.  and then i wait.  and eventually, the process becomes part of me, part of my language.  sometimes i will share tiny bits, fractions of it. 

slicky processes at light speed.  that is not an exaggeration.  it literally knocks me on my butt sometimes to watch and hear her process.  i love how her brain is wired to arrange and connect.  it is like watching a super computer sift through a lifetime of information, repackage it, and deliver a finished product.  in 11 seconds.

i have told her before that my brain is far less like the giant cloud of information in her head and much more like an antiquated card catalog and filing system.  i am a tiny, creaky old librarian who shuffles between dusty drawers, tediously compiling data on yellowed parchment.

while our differences in process speed and available words in a day can make communication challenging at times, i am so thankful for the unique ways we work.  these differences have stretched and grown me tremendously.  i believe that we are being sharpened because of these differences.  and that is a pretty wonderful thing.

Thursday, August 7, 2014

dear world

i am still here.  i just have so, so many things to say that i am saying nothing.  it's a common problem for me.

so here are the highlights in my head:

nicaragua  <3

just...i don't even...ahhhhhh.  i have no idea what to say that actually explains this trip.  it was incredible.  i am deeply and madly in love with my team, with the country, with the people, with the way we did the trip...  just so so so many good things.  i am still processing so much that it is difficult to give sound bites.  my heart is full to the point of exploding.

the 6021

the house is not quite complete...still waiting on the river ghost to move in.  she's coming slowly.  :)  but slicky, last pitch, and i are in and waging war against the steroid-infused spider army that seems to occupy the basement.  i love living in community with ridiculous weirdos, so i am in a great place right now.  :)  and i get to mow again!  my heart is happy.

how to succeed in business without really trying

(not the musical, even though it's fantastic).  work stuff is shifting...for the better, i think.  in three months, things are going to be very different.  i am amused at the direction i am moving vocationally, but i can't wait to see how it continues to prepare and shape me for whatever adventure is next.