Monthly Archives: March 2009

I have Shane Claiborne’s The Irresistable Revolution on my ipod. This used to be one of my favorite books of all time.

Lately, it’s been popping up in my car while I’m driving and listening. So I thought, why not? Just because my belief system about God has changed doesn’t mean I can’t still enjoy the things I used to enjoy.

And it’s funny. The things he describes – how to treat people, for example - are all things that still jive with my own values. The only difference is that Shane says they do that for God or because of God, and I say I do that because it’s what’s right and good for humanity.

He’s still inspiring to me. I love to hear about the ways his organization, The Simple Way, has made a profound impact in his community. That’s still something I want to do. It’s why I work in the non-profit sector. I want to have significance in the world. I briefly touched on this in a previous post.

I have a new job. A new apartment. A new community. A new home. But I am still stuck in the same rut I was in back in Denver. Granted, now I spend LESS time in my hole, but that’s where I am when I’m not at work, or going to/from work. The nice thing is that my day is longer at work (I don’t get off til 5:30) and it takes me around an hour to get home usually (gotta love tunnel traffic). So by the time I get home, do dinner, and then FINALLY sit down to relax for the evening, it’s around 7. So my Medievia time is DRASTICALLY cut down (I can’t play from work anymore either). For some reason, this makes my mom ridiculously happy.

Still, I need to get out and meet people. I know this. But where would I do that? I’m not the type of person to go to a bar by myself. It just won’t happen. So I’ve actually been thinking about going to church… just so I can meet people around here.

But that idea isn’t the most appealing in the world to me, so I still feel stuck.

Suggestions?

It’s been a week since I left Denver, and phew! I’m tired! I overdid it, and my back is KILLING ME.

This week as been the clumsiest of my life…

On Tuesday, I signed the lease on my new apartment. As I was walking out of the leasing office, I stepped off the curb and I guess I stepped on uneven ground or something because my ankle rolled and I hit the pavement. Hard. For a second I thought I may have broken it. It was one of those pains where, when it hit, my entire body flushed and then I was covered in a cold sweat.

It sucked.

My left knee also looked like raw hamburger. I haven’t had a skinned knee like this since I was seven and on my first bike!

It’s also my first ever sprained ankle.

To make matters worse… the swelling was going down, so I bought one of those Ace bandage ankle sleeves… Because my ankle was so swollen, it was difficult to put on, and I got impatient. I yanked too hard and ended up ripping my thumbnail off.

Not fun.

But!

I now have a couch and a rocking recliner. Still no bed though.

And I live alone.

What more can a girl ask for?

I read this today.. and I swear it’s like I could have written the letter Sara wrote. It was good for me to read the responses, and I loved Margaret Cho’s bit (although it’s most definitely NSFW, nor should you watch it if you have sensitive ears).

One day I am going to be more accepting of this beautiful body I have!