How to Really Be Alive

On the way out the door to the beach last weekend, I realized I had forgotten to pack a cover up for the beach.  So I reached into the t-shirt drawer, grabbed whatever was on top and then pulled out a pair of old running shorts.  When we went to go to the beach the next morning, I realized it was one of my favorite t-shirts from college.  Older than dirt, and barely held together anymore.  The shirt was a favorite because it was a sorority t-shirt, but the message on the back was so great…it reminded me of a time when I was endlessly positive about my life.   I could really use a little bit of that college optimism this week, so I thought I’d post the message here.  Hope it inspires one of you today.

HOW TO REALLY BE ALIVE

Stamp out conformity. Drink sunsets.  Draw out your feelings.  Amaze yourself.
Be ridiculous.  Stop worrying.  Make yes your favorite word.
Spin yourself dizzy.  Invent new ways to love.  Transform negatives.
Allow yourself to feel rich without money.  Be who you truly are.
Believe in everything.
You are always on your way to a miracle.
The miracle is you.

The fine art of holding a grudge

Like every self-respecting 35-year old woman, I have a subscription to Reader’s Digest.

That’s right, Reader’s Digest. I said it.

It’s one of my favorite magazines. Informative. Funny. Timely. Good stuff.

So, I have to say that I was pleased as punch to find an article in this month’s issue about NOT forgiving people. Yes, you read that correctly – NOT forgiving.

Let’s talk about Tiger Woods. Do I care what this guy did? No, not really. But the rest of the world seems to have an opinion. We’re forced to sit through his apologies and his tears so that he can return to golf after a 144-day *gasp* absence. He’s sorry, wah, wah, wah. Whatever. If he were a real man, he wouldn’t have cheated in the first place.

Elin, don’t forgive him. That’s what I say. Divorce his lying, cheating ass and take all of his money. You bore his babies and suffered through his B.S. You’re entitled to it.

But instead, a large portion of the world thinks that she should forgive him. Really, people? REALLY? Since when is it okay to CHEAT ON YOUR WIFE? Why do we expect her to forgive him when he was the one that did wrong?

We’ve gone too far with forgiveness. Spare me the whole, “It’s the Christian thing to do” bit. Sometimes, we are right to be angry. And forgiving doesn’t necessarily make us better. Forgiveness under the right circumstances is to be commended. But forgiveness because society “demands” it is a bunch of B.S. Public figures do wrong and think they can earn our respect again by apologizing…when most don’t really mean it, anyway. So what kind of mockery does that make of forgiveness?

In the Reader’s Digest article, Bob Brody writes in a somewhat tongue-in-cheek tone about hanging onto grudges. But what he writes, at the crux of the article, gets at what I truly believe – that your standards, no matter what they are, should not be compromised. That you are ENTITLED to be pissed off and hurt and angry at people who you love who know and betray you for their own personal gain. He writes, “A long-standing grudge suggests that we hold certain standards, that we respect ourselves enough to reject bad behavior. Failure to forgive can be just as righteous, just as honorable, as forgiveness itself.”

You said it, Bob.

A little over a year ago, I ended a friendship because this person betrayed me. I trusted her with something and she betrayed that trust…in fact, spit in the face of it. It was not the first time in our relationship that it had happened, so I made a decision – no more letting someone making me feel like a fool, especially not someone I called a friend.

We often cross paths when we are out – we share friends and some taste in music. We have both lost friends as a result of my decision to end our friendship. And I’ve tried to be the better person – sometimes I succeed, sometimes I fail. Sometimes I get downright angry. Often times, she tries her damndest to make me feel uncomfortable. It’s not a great situation all around, but I refuse to say, “Oh, it’s over and done with, I can be nice.”

You know what? I have every flipping right to be pissed.

I expect – no, I demand – certain basic things of the people I call my friends. Trust and loyalty are at the top of that list. If you can’t give me both of those, I don’t need you in my life. And I think that some violations of that trust and loyalty are worse than others. And some deserve not to be forgiven.

I have mastered the fine art of holding a grudge. And I make no apologies for it.

Sometimes, you just need to be able to say, “F*** you. You are not good enough for me.”

What will you do with your five minutes?

I have become a complete Seth Godin disciple. Where have I been? Discovering his writing might be the most important thing of 2010 for me.

On Monday, Seth wrote a blog entitled “You Rock.” You should read it.

The premise? That no one can be on point all the time. But that you can do it for five minutes a day. And that for five minutes a day, you can do something extraordinary that will make a difference to someone or something.

Damn. I’m inspired.

Seth, your five minutes were well spent on Monday.

What will the rest of you do with your five minutes today?

Snow inspires blogging? Perhaps.

It’s snowing outside in Charlotte…again. I’m convinced that there is some greater power that is really trying to challenge me. I have yet to start training for the half marathon…and it’s under two months away! Either way, I’m feeling in a writing mood, so here I sit, waiting for the Olympics to start, snow falling outside, and feeling content. The weekend is here…

Actually, I was thinking earlier this morning about how I just need to make a point of writing more. Once upon a time, eight or nine years ago, my friend Rosalie gave me jrzygyrl.com as a gift. I blogged every day back then, steadily for about two years. It was a really happy time in my life, not just because of the writing, but I was inspired to write a lot more than I am now. For me, at least, the more I write, the more I want to write. I miss writing. I want to do more of it. So, I will. Maybe not every day, but I will be better than once every three or four weeks.

I’ve also been moved by my dear friend Erinn, who started a blog called “Counting My Blessings” at the start of the new year. Erinn had been having a bit of a tough time and decided that maybe, instead of looking at things through cracked glass, she’d take stock of everything that she is blessed to have in her life. And so, each day, she’s picking something in her world – sometimes big and life altering things, sometimes inspiring things, and sometimes just life’s little every day trivialities – and putting a spotlight on why she’s thankful for it. It’s a great reminder of how sometimes, we just take things for granted in our lives.

And so, today…I am inspired. To write. To be happy. To enjoy this quiet snowfall on a Friday night. Join me?

Happy weekend.

Snow!

Ah, single girl moments…

As a single gal, I can say with some confidence that there are definitely moments that make you feel your singlehood more than others. Ordering Chinese take out for one is ALWAYS one of them.

I never watched “Sex in the City” in real time. I tend to buck major pop culture trends (I have yet to read any of the Harry Potter books or see any of the movies, for example), so when every one of my girlfriends, and my roommate at the time, was obsessed with the TV show, I avoided it.

It wasn’t until TBS picked it up that I started watching it, and I will readily admit now that it was a flipping brilliant show. I think most single girls can probably find a little piece of themselves in Carrie, Charlotte, Miranda and Samantha – and you can certainly identify with moments that the show played up.

Today, I had a single girl, “Sex in the City” moment today. Worth sharing…

I’ve not had the best few days. A discussion with a close friend yesterday left me feeling pretty beat up and questioning a lot of things. I’m drowning at work, not sure of my role or my worth. I haven’t been able to get out and start training for my half marathon, and that’s got me stressed. And…Valentine’s Day is this weekend. Depressing.

I woke up late this morning, so I didn’t eat breakfast. Worked through the day today without taking lunch, managed to grab a Fiber One bar out of the vending machine at about 1 PM, but by the time 5:30 rolled around, I was starving.

So, to make myself feel better (and yet, somehow, worse at the same time), I ordered Chinese take out for dinner from my favorite place. It’s cheap, it’s fast and it’s delicious. The place is family run and pretty consistent on who answers the phones, but today, there was a voice I didn’t recognize. And if you’re familiar with “Sex in the City,” you’ll understand this…it was the happy, giggly Chinese takeout girl that Miranda nearly confronts. I nearly hung up the phone.

But I was too hungry and now craving Chinese food. So I placed my order and then headed over to pick it up. I couldn’t stop laughing the whole time, even as this sweet girl was handing me my receipt with two hands and over-smiling.

First time I laughed all day.

Thank goodness for single girl moments.