All in the blink of an eye

A month has come now and the ever blinking cursor has stood by, awaiting the return of my fingers to the keyboard. But, no words have come. At least, not onto the page. Words, fragments of stories, simple lines of thought have come, filling my mind, but they have yet to make it onto the page. Life, in its varied blur of  happenings has kept my fingers busy on other keyboards, writing and creating for purposes beyond myself.

Often, in the last month, I’ve contemplated saying goodbye to the wonderful blogging world I’ve met here. I lost the time I once had for daily writing, lost the stories that filled my life in all its colorfulness, lost my momentum. But today, letting it go just didn’t seem possible anymore. The time will return in a few short days. The stories are there, if I look for them. The momentum can start again, if I get the ball rolling.

And so today, I am going to start that ball rolling again. The cursor awaits patiently, seeking out the words buried in my mind.

 

Daily Journey Journal #256: peas in a pod

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From February 7, 2015

I met one of my best friends in the world, MM, the day I moved into the dorms freshman year if university. Awkward, painfully shy and intimidated by just about everyone, I quickly crafted a giant iceberg between me and all my fellow floor mates. MM, however, being the charmingly determined and logical person she is, ignored the iceberg, walked right over it and proceeded to melt it with her sweetness and hand of friendship. She pulled me into conversations about our classes and offered tid-bits about her life, and before I knew it, we were just about inseparable. It is safe to say, my life has never been the same and for that I am so thankful.

MM is the sort of person I would have been incredibly intimated by in high school. She is highly intelligent, driven, enthusiastic, funny, knowledgeable about all sorts of obscure things, devours books like chocolate, loves grammar and is not afraid to talk to most any stranger. She has an amazing knack for befriending just about anyone and her kindness draws people to her. She is the most compassionate and dedicated friend I have ever had in my life and I am happy to say that our friendship has weathered it all- the good, the bad, the ugly and the beautiful.

We learned the rough way that it isn’t always wise to live with your best friend. We learned the harder way that living with complete strangers is sometimes even less wise.We learned how to remain loyal, close friends through struggle and strife, stress and frustration. We learned how to support one another in becoming the women we want to be and in following our dreams.

After five years of challenging and learning from each other, I wasn’t sure what would become of us, of the friendship that had changed my life, changed me. It was hard to picture a day-to-day existence without MM nearby. But our paths diverged in a big way, and we took to our feet to wander towards our dreams. And, that was when we learned the most important lesson: how to remain strong friends despite the separation of time and distance.

We didn’t stay in close touch like we hoped we would.

We didn’t talk as much as we thought we would.

We didn’t do all the things people say you have to do to stay close over distance.

But, none of that mattered.

In a whirlwind visit today, we found that sometimes distance has no effect on friendship and that picking up where you left off is as easy as remembering to ride a bike. We still know each other almost better than we know ourselves, still share that nearly simultaneous brainwave that let’s us know what the other is thinking, still share the quirks that brought us together six, almost seven years ago.

We are still two peas in a pod, and will be for the rest of our lives. The pod might just have to stretch a bit to keep us together.

 

 

Daily Journey Journal #224: crack of dawn

January is often the cruelest month of the year because it always seems so unbearably long. The holidays are over and it is simply dark so much of time, at least in Wyoming. Others may disagree with me on this (in fact, come May when it is still snowing and cold, I may disagree with this), but the prolonged darkness does make the month hard.

Yesterday I started my new job and for the first time in a great many years, I am finding myself awake before the sun has even risen. Everything is still dark and quiet at that time of morning, and perhaps it is just jitters about the new job, but I am discovering that I am enjoying being awake in the early hours.

In high school, I was not a morning person. Not in the slightest. It took me a good hour of hardly moving, staring at my toast and sipping coffee to become even remotely functional. During college, I only had one 8 a.m. class my first semester and after that I was rarely on campus before 9 a.m., meaning I could wake up at 7 or 7:30 or 7:45…

Now, however, I’m finding myself awake and alert at the cheery hour of 5:30. The second my alarm goes off sleep sidles away to A’s side of the bed to keep him company while I wander about, preparing for the day. At 7:30, when the sunrise is just beginning to tint the sky, I leave the house. This morning the moon was still out, a silvery orb in a sky of pink. All those years ago I would have been disgruntled at the thought of heading to work before the sun had, but not anymore. My walk to campus is peaceful in those first few minutes of sunlight and I am hoping that my good cheer and energy for waking up continues. In the meantime, I’ll enjoy the dark and the dawn as I adapt to a new schedule.

30 Day Blogging Challenge, Day 2: To be funny

“It never gets below 82 here, even at night. Some days I just sweat like crazy. And not just normal sweating either, you know, not just back and armpits. Really, I never thought my eyebrows could sweat so much!”

That was my brother yesterday when he Skype called me from Micronesia. While I’m freezing in Wyoming, he is literally sweating himself blind on a remote island in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. You see, my brother is practically blind as it is, which necessitates wearing glasses as thick as bottle bottoms. In Wyoming, that is rarely an issue. But, as he explained to me in humorous detail, when your face sweats so much that it soaks your eyebrows which in turn floor your glasses, it makes seeing a bit difficult. And that makes teaching high schoolers more than a bit difficult. He went on to talk about a normal day in teaching on the island, which I found equally as funny.

Being easily amused, having a great imagination and having a brother with a knack for humor, I find his stories extremely funny. Besides my brother, I find dogs and cats funny, old family photos hilarious and most people’s anecdotes about living abroad pretty amusing. For me, funny comes from personal stories and the ways in which people tell them.