four-minute friday: the mountain
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I’d decided I was gonna run the mountain this week. But I didn’t do it. I don’t really have a good excuse except… I don’t really want to. I’m making myself do it. Well, apparently I’m not making myself do it. But I intended to.
Kind of ironic that it takes self-discipline to have self-discipline. Wait. Wha?! Exactly.
So I’m going public with my mountainous intentions. That creates some accountability and motivation for me. Really what it creates is pressure, which will get me to run that hill because I should. Because y’all know about it now. (I gotta admit, this Yankee has found y’all to be pretty handy at times.)
So here goes. This coming week, I’m gonna do it. I’ll shave my legs so I can wear shorts, put on my running shoes, grab my iPod with a playlist made just for the occasion, and I will get my procrastinating self to the top of that darn mountain!
Just as a disclaimer: By “run the mountain”, what I really mean is “run as much of it as I can with my out-of-shapeness and angry-lung-inducing asthma, but really I’d just be happy to make it to the top at all”. So it’ll probably be more walk than run, but even that’s a stretch for this indoor girl.
Did I mention I’m living in Hotlanta?! Yeah. I’ll let you know how it goes.
What mountain are you tackling next week?
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four-minute friday: stink and the sharks
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I’ve had a blast watching Shark Week. (Anyone else hooked??) My favorite is watching the great whites leap out of the water as they attack. Have you seen it? Incredible! I’ve also loved all the footage of South Africa. Did you know the SA coast is the third deadliest in the world because of all the shark attacks? Mmhmmm. It’s true.
My ten-year-old buddy Stink has watched a bunch of episodes with me. And let me tell you, it is SO fun watching with him. He is intrigued and freaked out at the same time, and alternates between wide-eyed wonder and running out of the room.
And he says the funniest stuff.
Convo 1
Me: Are you scared?
Stink: Yeah. But I’ll take it like a man.
Convo 2
Me: Do you want to come sit with me?
Stink: (slowly pulling his head out from under the pillow) No, I’ll be alright.
He glanced up at the TV, saw blood, and dove off his chair to the floor right by my feet.
Me: Do you want to sit with me now?
Stink: Not yet. Gettin’ close to it, though.
Yeah. Between Stink and the sharks, it’s been an entertaining week. And my heart just swelled when mid-show he looked over and said, “I love watching TV with you.”
Yessss! It only took some appendage-severing to win him over!
Done.
four-minute friday: am i just lazy?
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My energy and motivation have been record-breakingly low for days now. I blurted out a “What’s wrong with me???“ to a friend, and she asked if it was a rhetorical question. To her, it makes complete sense that I’d be feeling this way. After months (years?) of stress and ongoing fatigue and facing the hardest situations of my life, she thinks my body’s just finally getting to let down a bit.
I get what she’s saying. I just hate feeling… unglued. I don’t know if that’s the best descriptor, but that’s all my fuzzy brain can come up with right now.
I feel like I could sleep for a month. I can’t seem to think coherently. I have zero motivation to do the things on my growing to-do list, even though they’re urgent. I forget everything. I lack even the creativity or fully-processed thoughts to really blog these days. And it frustrates me that I’ve got nothing worth saying.
But this post I could do. I figure it’s only four minutes, and I’m fine with it being all rambley. For just this one post anyway.
I guess what I’m wondering is—How do I know if I should take my body/mind’s cues to disconnect for a while or if I simply need to be more disciplined?
Done.
four-minute friday: gettin’ my groove on
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I love me some music.
I can’t carry a tune and I don’t play any instruments, but dang—I love me some music. It just resonates with me. Sometimes it’s the lyrics (I’m a words girl), or the acoustic guitar, or the perfect harmonies. Sometimes I can’t even put my finger on what “it” is. I just know a song has it.
And I love it.
Every song has a “crank it up” spot—the part I love the most, that’s best heard at top volume. Drive with me once and you’ll know exactly what I mean.
I have absolutely no rhythm, but music just moves me. I find it impossible to stay still. Sometimes a girl’s just gotta get her groove on.
I wish I could actually dance.
But the fact that I can’t doesn’t stop me from dancing in the car. Or in my bedroom. Or, my personal favorite, in the kitchen.
Because seriously—there ain’t nothin‘ like kitchen dancing.
Done.
four-minute friday: goodbyes
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Jon McLaughlin said it best: I hate the sound that goodbyes make.
I’ve talked before about the revolving door of my life. I’ve said a lot of goodbyes in the past eleven-plus years as a missionary. It never gets easier.
I think my heart is more sensitive right now and she feels more deeply the sting in every farewell. The miles of distance seem multiplied. The sorrow that comes in the night feels heavier. Sigh.
I’ve been living in Ohio with my Kitty’s parents for eight months. Terry and Weezer took me in as one of their own daughters and made me feel very loved and cared for at a time I really needed it. Goodbyes were tearful when I left for Atlanta this week, and driving away from my W’ville home felt completely bittersweet in so many ways.
My heart is echoing today with my least favorite sound.
The one that goodbyes make.
Done.
four-minute friday: happenings
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I’ve been back in Africa for ten days. And while my days have been filled with all sorts of hard, there’s also been a lot of really wonderful randomness.
Like staying up late and sleeping in long with my SweetFriend.
We’ve watched dozens of episodes of Ally McBeal, which means we have a whole list of new words that are now popping up in our vocabulary. Like snappish, bygones, disparaged, throes. They’re fun. You should try them sometime.
I’d left behind a stash of American treats that are now pretty much all expired. I don’t know why I even bother checking the date when I’m going to just shrug and eat it anyway. Here’s to stale Wheat Thins, questionable salsa con queso, and surprisingly still-good cookies that expired a year and a half ago.
God’s good to me and only our first few days here were freezing. I learned how to rock my fireplace, which isn’t as easy as simply pushing a button to light the “fake” gas fire. I’m talking wood, newsprint, and matches — Survivor-style. But today was sunny enough that I actually got away with just a short-sleeve shirt for a while. The fact that I’m wearing a fleece over it right now doesn’t take away from the joy of being de-layered earlier.
Sheesh, these four minutes went by too quickly.
All that to say, even though being here is really hard… There is beauty in my ashes.
Done.
four-minute friday: love and loyalty
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She was walking down the hill while I was walking up it. The moment she realized it was me, she burst into tears. We hugged for a long time.
Later, at my kitchen table, we talked. I wanted to know what’s new in her world and how her heart is. We both spoke; we both cried. She asked questions, she listened, she said beautiful things that my heart needed to hear. My friend overwhelmed me with her love and loyalty.
My mind keeps going back to those moments, replaying them over and over. I can’t find words to convey how hard these days have been, and how much I needed those minutes of feeling completely grounded. Of feeling as though I have purpose.
My prayers have been laced with a mixture of emotions and extreme requests. Good thing He knows my heart.
I’m so thankful that you’re talking to Him about me.
Mmmm… That, too, is love and loyalty.
Done.
four-minute friday: demon treadmills
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I’m afraid of treadmills.
No, really. I am.
I’ve been hanging out with Gym for several months now. I’ve run on the track, used the cross trainer, lifted weights, even taken Zumba classes. But I haven’t even touched one of the treadmills. I barely even glance in their general direction. They’re scary.
Stop sneering. It’s a completely rational fear.
Because I know what can happen on a treadmill.
I’ve laughed at seen enough videos to know that in a fight against a treadmill, I would surely lose. Every time.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? Then you should watch these clips and laugh learn your lesson. They’re all short videos, but if you’re in a real hurry at least watch this one. These five seconds could spare you serious bodily harm down the road.
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Treadmills are of the devil.
Just like moths.
Done.
four-minute friday: business meeting
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A-hem. Can I have your attention please? It’s time for some Gritty business.
This meeting is officially called to order. All those present, say “Aye!”
- The talk to me page is finally up and running. That’s where you can go if you want to send me an email. But even better, you can also record and send me a video message! How fun is that?! So if you’re feeling creative or just want to say hey, go ‘head and send me some video mail.
- There’s also a new page called the lounge. It’s a video chat room—so all of you with webcams can meet up and talk to each other. I need you guys to check it out and let me know how it works. Maybe we need to organize an inaugural Grit chat!?!
- We’re getting close to 20,000 comments. We celebrated the 10,000th with a giveaway—Brandy won herself some brownies—and I’m thinking we need to do something like that again. The big question is: what should the prize be?! Thoughts? Anyone? Bueller?
Meeting adjourned.
Done.
four-minute friday: wonderbread
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I need to be honest. After being in Seattle for a couple weeks, I’m finding it a little more challenging to be back in Wonderbread, Ohio. (No offense to any of my midwesterly readers!) There are lots of reasons it’s hard to be here right now: I miss the city. I crave diversity. It’s lonely.
Having friends nearby all day every day for two weeks straight was just what I needed. And now I’m back to being far from those my heart holds close. Hmph.
I’m driving to Cleveland today, though, and I’m already smiling just thinking of how fill-upping it will be. And not just because there’s potential for some slightly-more-urbanesque experiences than I get in my corner of the state. But because I’ll have a weekend with my heart’s friend. Which means there’s bound to be lots of laughter, long talks, stretches of comfortable silence, late nights, and (of course) some Flight of the Conchords.
And I get to crank up the jams on my road trip there and back. Awwwwww yeah…
Done.
Go ahead and four-minute about your weekend plans. Or, well, anything really.
