Downsides and Daffodils

I’ve been a little bummed about my life lately. Things just seem to be plodding along and not necessarily going as planned—not that there is a master plan, anyway. There seem to be more downsides than anything to all my past plans, hopes, goals, and dreams. This is a “blah” way to feel.

It’s no secret that physical pain heightens your senses and dulls others. For example, I sometimes have a crick (is that a real word?) in my left shoulder, often from wearing my purse on one side. I have hardly noticed it. Why? Wellllll, I comically fell down the steps in the rain a few days ago.

Yes. It was comical. It’s been monsoon-weather here in the ATL and it was pouring. Like movie-level, garden hose pouring. (Incidentally, I just saw “Beautiful Creatures” and there’s a line where the Girl Witch is having an emotional break down with her Mortal Boyfriend and she commands nature—it’s dumping buckets of rain JUST on him. He, in true Southern gentleman form pleas, “I’m agreein’ with you! Bein’ human is feelin’ bad, and I care about you…Now would you please stop RAININ’ on me?!”) That’s what this rain was. Buckets.

I have about 6 steps from my front porch and a concrete landing. I slid on my heels and hit the right side of my back, below my shoulder blade and above my hip, on every step down. I landed with a thud on my left bum cheek…this is the side where I’ve had problems with sciatica for several years. (Yes, I’m 29, and I have sciatica nerve pain. It’s awesome.)

I actually wish I’d seen this fall—it was probably hilarious to watch. However, turns out that landing on my left side jostled and jolted my left sacroiliac joint, which is generally inflamed (it’s been that way since I was about 10, weird). Due to possibly adrenalin or whatever, I didn’t really feel bad, just more comically embarrassed for about 24 hours. Then my hip started hurting. And my lower back. And my upper back. And my leg would get pins and needles. Then go numb.

I suffered through with some old muscle relaxers at night and ibuprofen during the day. I went to work the next 2 days; sitting in the car puts pressure on my SI joint in a way that was basically misery-inducing. It feels like there is sandpaper neatly wrapped around each bone and part of my joint in my hip…rubbing against any squishy muscle and tissue that are down there. Ouch.

I went to the chiropractor and she said my body is self-correcting and my left leg was about two inches shorter than my right. Hah! Are you kidding? Hey Bones, you’re not a slinky! Stop and do what you’re told! Long story short, it’s been almost a week and I’m a lot better. I do yoga anyway, so those stretches help, but sitting feels worse than walking and standing, by a lot. Sleeping is hard because sometimes I wake up with this stabbing pain, but then again, who needs restful sleep for a body to heal?

Wow, I meant to write less about that, but I just edited in a lot more. Oh well. Another side effect of pain making other parts of your life strangely in-focus, is that I haven’t been able to exercise in the last week (due to torrential rain and pain-in-my-butt).  Running about a mile daily was doing wonders for my mood, self-esteem, waist-line, and general well-being. I missed it terribly! I never thought I’d be one of those people who loved exercise, but I’ll say it. I –love- running. I like the air in my face, my dog on the leash beside me, the feeling of the concrete under my feet.

Speaking of that concrete under my feet, I managed a walk/jog yesterday with my dog and that’s where this post formulated itself in my head. I was walking on a side street in Grant Park which is not particularly kept up. It’s mainly because they are majority rental houses and so there’s not a lot of motivation for landlords or tenants to invest in their groundskeeping. There’s big gorgeous houses a street over, but this one is a little dilapidated.

As the brown, grey, loamy rotting leaves litter the un-mowed winter lawns, there are occasional patches of color. This one in particular caught my eye because it was a happy patch of yellow daffodils in a row of largely untended rental houses. It was so happy and daffodils don’t just come from nowhere! Someone had to have planted those bulbs one fall or winter at some point.

It made me think…I have lived in, decorated, and grown gardens in a half dozen houses since the time I finished Oxford College a decade ago. I plant vegetables, seeds, annuals, perennials, some shrubs, some small seedlings…and do my best to make things grow. When I’ve planned to stay in one place for a while, I’ve planted crocuses, daffodils, hyacinths, lilies, and poinsettias. Crocuses bring the promise of spring and daffodils have shown up in my life at times when I needed a natural, physical reminder of the Creator among us.  I harvest rain water and shower water; I compost and grow fat worms; I fertilize and tend. Gardening is so healing to me…the words of a Mumford and Sons song started ringing in my ears.

(Before you think I’m crazy, it was a particularly serendipitous mix on the ipod and the song “Below My Feet” happened to come on as I was gazing at these little yellow Narcissus flowers. This actually happens to me quite frequently—I credit the radio gods with these nuggets of aural pleasure.)

…Keep the earth below my feet
For all my sweat, my blood runs weak
Let me learn from where I have been
Keep my eyes to serve, my hands to learn…

Seeing these little tender blossoms waving in the wind on bright green stems, given life at a crappy rental house, from a tenant long since moved on, reminded me that my light and life…even if I’m not actively seeing the result, might be spreading before and behind me. I’m disappointed in the downsides of my life right now, but I have planted bulbs of bright happiness and color in places around Atlanta…and those dark bulbs, planted in cold soil, with roots pushing down, leaves, stems, and petals flourishing upward…might just be nourishing someone’s soul too.

Here’s a clip of Mumford and Sons on SNL… it's a pretty song.

P.S. The lyrics are very poetic and have some poignant Christian overtones to them, if that seems to float your proverbial boat. I recommend to keep the ground below your feet, it’s been a bad week for boats (lookin’ at you Carnival Cruise).

Putting the attitude in gratitude

I jotted down some notes about this—which should be a great way of starting the pre-writing process, except for me, I’m a bit of a (as my friend Christy would say) one-draft-wonder. I write to have catharsis—I write to release—I write to share—I write to maybe enlighten, and very possibly entertain. If I write it down in my journal or notebook, I basically have released it. It’s a different sort of release than typing and/or blogging, but it’s been set free from the dizzying confines of my mind and is therefore somehow laid to rest. When I draft an outline, that’s usually as far as it goes.

I think I was kicking around ideas for this as a pro-con list. I like to make my pro-con lists when I’m in a euphoric mood—that way, when I look back over them later, if I should happen to be in a bad mood, it still makes me happy that I have so many darn pros in my life! Who can argue with that?

Lemme start with the bad…but I didn’t write it in this order. It was hard to think of the bad stuff.

The cons:

HOME: My home is a shitty townhome. I have a roommate and I’m almost 30. That is stupid. Then again, when you have a roommate, it’s kind of like having a sister who’s always there—we talk, cook, walk, and hang out a good amount of time. Eh, move it to the pro side.

WORK: I have a crappy job that I 80% loathe. Despite the colleagues I like, there are a couple of MCB (see my teaching blog for more explanation), disappointing administrators, a colleague who should have been fired outright for all her actions (in other words, someone who leads by negative example), and piles of kids who seriously need some rules in their lives. It sucks to be demoralized, treated misogynistically, and overworked on a daily basis; working for this paycheck has some serious drawbacks.

PET: My Sweetie Petey-Bella Boo is quite the leash aggressor. She pulls really hard when there’s another dog around and I haven’t tried a dog park in years with her. That’s tough, because I’d like her to be more social, but then again, she started life in a really rough way, so I’m more than happy with how awesome she is.

LOVE LIFE: Hah. No such thing.

Pros:

HOME: I live in a home surrounded by my comfy bed, cute clothes, fancy-smelling candles, interesting books, pretty art, fancy cooking appliances and dishes, and my clutter. Yes, the clutter is still a pro. It’s my clutter and I like it. It's in a good neighborhood that I enjoy being near places.

WORK: I go to a job that is honestly AWFUL, but I have made many, many shiny spots in the blackened and dreary kettle over the proverbial fire I work in. I have a really good work buddy (I’m ALWAYS friends with the art teacher!), a funny neighbor down the hall whom I admire, a curmudgeonly-young colleague, a grandfatherly-department chair, sister vegans, a sassy librarian, etc. My attitude about my shit-ass job has made it more than survivable for the past 7 months. Go me. The point is, I have a job, where others in the world do not. I’m grateful. 

I also do teach a ton of amazing, creative, kind, deep, unique, and intellectual kids who I feel incredibly blessed to see on a daily basis. What a weird society we live in—we send our children off to hang out with strangers for 8 hours a day. I feel fortunate to be that stranger to drop some knowledge on some of these kids. 

The art chick and I have a rather elaborate note-passing game going on.

PETEY-BELLA: I have a rescue American bulldog. She's 8 and had a tumor removed this summer, and she seems to be doing just fine. She’s my child with 4 legs and man, she is the bomb-diggity. She sleeps most of the time, she follows me around when I’m home, she never gets sick, she is insanely happy to eat her dog food and boring treats,  she barks at noisy bad things, and she snores when she’s doing all that sleeping. Honestly, she’s a cuddler. When I’m in bed working on things, she stays at the foot, but not underfoot (You catch what I did there?), but when it’s time for the human to do the sleeping, she repositions herself accordingly. How cool is that? She’s also learned (I could say I’ve taught her, but it’s more like conditioning) to pee and poop on command. I tell her “Go potty Petey,” and she squats where she is. It’s great. “Go poopy, Petey,” and “Go baffroom, Bella,” take a little more time, but generally the result is there. I’ve been jogging/running lately and she’s totally been game. She has about a mile to 1.5 in her before she’s totally a Petey puddle of pup on the ground and I have to drag her home, but still, that’s pretty good for a really lazy dog.

It's a rather difficult life sleeping on mounds of pillows and a duvet.

EXERCISE: Speaking of the 1.5 miles, I’ve been walk-jog-running nearly every day since Christmas break. It has been awesome for me. My stamina grows each day and my emotional well-being is, well- being awesome! I know doctors recommend exercise and stuff, but it’s hard to make happen with a busy schedule. I’m turning over a leaf towards daily movement and it feels good…like there are little fizzy muscle cheerleaders in my cells being like, “you’re awesome, work us out some more!” I enjoy seeing my neighborhood from the perspective of a walker and knowing which houses have which gardens, pets, and recycling. I'm mainly just nosy. Hah.

FOOD: I’ve also been doing pretty well about prepping food for going to work and cooking at night. I follow some food blogs and I’ve been applying what I’ve picked up from those venues. Don’t get me wrong, if I could afford to eat out every night of the week, I most certainly would. I like my dishes and all, but I like it better if someone else washes. I’ve started adding flax or sesame seeds to salad…sneaking in bits of protein and fiber where I can. I was doing a calorie counter app on my phone, and I haven’t kept up with it that much, but the idea of it keeps portion sizes in my head. It feels good to eat well.

MUSIC: I auditioned for and began singing with Emory U Chorus again this semester for the Beethoven’s 9^th Symphony—the Ode to Joy. It’s so cool to be in a room with 215 people, all watching the same skinny dude wave his arms around, while we read dots and dashes on a page in German, and make simultaneous noise pop out of our mouths at the same time. When the orchestra’s there, it’s going to be straight musical magic. Hellz yeah.

FRIENDSHIPS: I also started up a lady book club—not one I run for my students. That has its own place, but I wanted a chance to fellowship (femme-ship?) with ladies I didn’t work with and have a reason to read and talk about books—or a reason to get together and drink wine and not just talk about banal stuff. We had our first meeting, and there were only a few of us…but I felt good about it anyway. The euphoria of being with a group of women—that kinship—is strong and beautiful.

Checking out the Beltline art installation near Memorial Drive.

I’ve been spending some good times with good friends—ones I can count on my friend list (an actual one, not a list populated on facebook) for 5-10 years. Wow. It was pointed out to me how marvelous it is to have people in your life for that length of time—I hadn’t thought about it until I started taking stock. Good chats, good laughter, good food…good people in my life: I'm grateful for you.

Myself and one of aforementioned friends (Dan) at the High. The Klein Blue painting is particularly scary. If that Klein guy can get a color named after him, what else is he capable of??

LOVE LIFE: I have no boyfriend, but damn, I have got a lot of love in my life. Lately I’ve been noticing a lot of validation about my friends and how loyal, fun, and kind they are. My friends and family people know me, support me, and believe in me, even when I don’t have the courage to believe in myself. The right love in my life will come along when it’s supposed to, right now, the love I have is all the love I need.

BANGIN’ ASS BOD: Did I mention the working out and the eating more healthy thing? It has resulted in my body being AWESOME!!!! I have a scale that I left at my mom’s house, so I don’t really have any idea how much poundage I’ve retained/lost, but it doesn’t really matter. I look soooooo good naked!! I mean, I’m only getting naked for me and the shower (see love life, above), but still. It’s good to prance around in front of the mirror and be like, whoa, I look HAWT!

CONCLUSION: Bottom line, my attitude towards my life and body is pretty fiercely awesome. All that good attitude makes me have some pretty serious gratitude to nature, the universe, God, and all the other things that make it possible to have happiness, love, health, joy, and music in my world. That's worth singin' about.

Happy! Now go have a gratitude-attitude yourself. :)