Staying Genuine

I’ve been struggling with humaning lately.  It’s difficult to explain.  But I’ve been in a funk that I have not been able to shake.  I have no idea what’s going on in my mind.  But the struggle is real!  THE STRUGGLE IS REAL HERE, PEOPLE!!!  For the last few days (OK, maybe weeks or months), I’ve had to force myself to focus on the positive instead of dwelling on the negative.  I know.  I should write motivational posters or something.  I’m pretty original like that.  Anywho.  I’ve never really had to do that before.  Of course I’ve had my days, but usually I’d like to think I’m a pretty glass half full kind of lady (well, optimally sized).  But I digress.

Yesterday one of my co-workers found out she was getting promoted.  I happened to be with her when she got the news.  It was one of the greatest reactions of sheer happiness and pure joy (yes, I know these are synonyms and this sentence is completely redundant) that I have had the pleasure of witnessing.  It was humbling.  She has worked extremely hard to achieve this goal of hers and in that moment of good news, everyone present could literally feel what it meant to her.  The hard work and dedication had finally paid off.  We need more moments like that in the world.  The things that have a HUGE impact on someone because of what they worked for and earned.  And that people are comfortable with being  happy for themselves and proud of their achievements.

We spend so much time as a society trying not to single anyone out that we’ve stopped giving credit where it is due.  And I think that is part of my struggle lately.  We become selfish and braggers if we self promote our accomplishments.  But we’re fishing for compliments and searching for attention if we try to downplay them.  There’s no winning.  But the reaction I got to experience yesterday – that was real.  We deserve more of that.  Those genuine reactions to life.  The smile that is put on someone’s face because they are recognized for what they do.  So while I continue to figure out the humaning thing, I think of those moments.  And I thank the people who make them possible and aren’t afraid to show it.  You be you.  Hakuna Matata!

 

 

Beach Boys

Well.  It’s May.  MAY!!!  I’m still thinking we’re in 2015.  And here we are almost halfway through the year.  I’ve been busy.  I’ve moved from paradise to the ever promised, yet not so sunny California.  Me.  A California resident!  HA!  This place is weird.  WEIRD!!  And has terrible drivers.  And it’s COLD. OK.  Maybe it isn’t really that cold.  But I’m sitting in a hoodie and jeans with socks on.  In MAY.  In southern California.  I know I used to mock these people, but the Middle East and Hawaii are HOT.  So it’s cold here for me.  I became accustomed to not wearing socks.  I enjoyed my flip-flops.  This here.  Not cool, man.  Not cool.

On the other hand, In-N-Out Burger.  And Dunkin’ Donuts.  And road trips.  So there’s that.  And Disneyland!  It’s been so long since I’ve been to a Disney park.  😦  My new apartment is pretty awesome.  I live by an airport.  And a library.  And I’m convinced that other than work I never have to leave.  And I don’t want to.  Because cold.  And I’m deathly afraid I’ll be slammed into a New Jersey barrier every time I get on the highway.  Excuse me, freeway.  Which, by the way, you have to get on to get ANYWHERE.  And traffic.  Worse than New York.  Because there’s 18 lanes and 40 different freeways to merge onto simply to go 2 miles.  I went to the outlet mall the first week we got here.  It was LITERALLY across the street from Mexico.  Literally.  I could wave at the people crossing the border.  Weird.

I’ve resumed singing with the church choir I joined when I was here for a few months sometime back.  It’s been pretty epic.  Except, apparently people have been getting their cars stolen.  FROM A CHURCH PARKING LOT!!  Well, technically it’s the parking lot for the school that is attached to the church.  But still.  What is wrong with society?  Last night we had rehearsal and this woman comes up to the choir loft scared out of her mind.  She’s an older woman, but in pretty good shape.  She asks if there’s anyone who we can call from security because there is a man standing on the statue of Jesus in the parking lot.  This poor woman was simply trying to walk home and there’s some guy ON the statue of Jesus and she was spooked.  So I go outside and down a ways with her to see what is going on (the church/school grounds are pretty large).

About a year ago, the church I grew up in had some vandalism issues and I was thinking it was some punks doing something similar.  Even more bizarre, though.  This guy was standing in front of the statue of Jesus (which is rather elevated and to be honest, I’m kind of impressed at how he got up there) with his arms outstretched to mirror Jesus’s.  He wasn’t doing anything else, just standing there.  And that’s how this woman had initially seen him.  But he was wearing all black and had a bandanna around his head.  Creepy.  I was going to yell at him and this older woman insisted I simply call the cops.  ‘He could have a gun!‘ she said.  Well, no sense in arguing with that.  People are crazy these days.  And hey, I’m not bullet proof.  Yet.

So a police car shows up.  And then another one.  And another.  And then there were six of them.  Something about there not being a lot going on in this area.  I guess that’s a good thing?  They get him down and cuff him.  He wasn’t resisting and I overhear one of the cops saying ‘You were rapping for me about Jesus last week.’  So I’m assuming this guy has done things like this in the past.  But still.  Weird, weird vibes.  I walked this older woman home (she was only across the street) with one of the cops watching us cross the street and come back and there’s this guy walking his dog.  He asks me if I know this guy who the police are still talking to and he proceeds to say that the guy was telling him (the one who is currently in cuffs) that he was Jesus.  Harmless, but telling the guy to worship him.  I went back to rehearsal and don’t know what became of the guy.  But strange, strange evening.

It finally stopped raining this morning.  Something about it never rains in southern California is simply a LIE!  LIES!!!  It’s rained every week since we moved here.  And it’s still cold!  The sun is still nowhere to be seen and I am STILL waiting for my movers to arrive so I can have furniture like a civilized human again, but no word from them yet either.  I was assured when I called the agent earlier that they’d be here no later than 11.  I guess they still have an hour, but I want a bed again!  And a couch.  Not that I don’t love my hammock.  But.  Yeah.

Until next time, blog followers.  Hakuna Matata.