Sunday, June 06, 2010

Sunday Silence

After a long hiatus from blogging, I sit here in front of the screen and think about all of the thoughts going through my head that I'd like to pontificate about. And, like most times when my mind is moving faster than the world around me, I feel a little overwhelmed about where to begin. So why not begin right here? In this moment.

This feeling of so much to say, so little time is a big part of what has kept me away from the blog recently. The more days that past without doing a little writing, the more I had to say. And the more I had to say, the more time I knew it would take me to say it. And the more time I needed, the less time I felt like I had. So, this endless circle spiraled me into an imaginary wall that blocked my path to written reflection. And now, as I try to break down that wall, I'm trying to remind myself that sometimes you don't need to "go big or go home." Sometimes, you just need to go.

So here I am. Going. And it has been a busy few weeks...almost two months now. At work, I sometimes feel almost robotic. I have an endless to do list, which doesn't really overwhelm me, but I do feel like I have just enough time to get things done, but not as much time to give anything extra. This has been a theme for me over the last year and a half. In the beginning, I spent a lot of time feeling guilty for what I wasn't doing, rather than considering what I was doing. I have now tried shifting my perspective. And this has been fairly successful. I think I have grown to understand how my role has changed, which helps me understand why I have less time for some things and need to make more time for others.

The more difficult part of this has been trying to help my staff understand this shift without them feeling like I care any less about them. This is the hard part, and the part that most frequently leaves me pondering how I am letting them down. I've had great supervisors, and I've had bleh supervisors. The great ones are the ones who have supported me when I most needed it, challenged me when I needed a swift kick in the butt and cared about me the same throughout it all. They are the ones who helped me determine what I wanted to be like as a supervisor. Recently, I spend a lot of time worrying about how I'm not living up to my own standard.

But the bigger standard that I have trouble meeting is the one that I have set for myself personally. This is a journey that I know will be a lifetime battle for myself. And probably using the word battle isn't entirely fair to process. I believe in life as a journey, continuously exploring the world around you and your role in it. And sometimes that journey isn't about dueling it out (with yourself or others)...sometimes it's just a leisurely stroll. But either way, it is a journey, and one that I am actively pursuing.

These past few months have offered up a timeless tradition in my life: Something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. While this is typically only applied to weddings, I think it is also a good fit for many of the things I've been focused on recently.

Something Old: What can I say? I'm like a broken record when it comes to relationships with friends. Sometimes I wonder if I cherish my friendships too much? Hold them to too high of a standard? Because so many times do I find myself feeling hurt or isolated from people I love. To me, relationships seem like a no-brainer. You care about someone? Then call them. Spend time together. Laugh. Talk. Share what's happening in your life. Listen to what's happening in theirs. Fight. Work it out. I realize that not everyone deals with people in the same manner, but I am still shocked when I find myself in a situation where someone I care about seems so distant, and I have no idea how that happened. Once upon a time, I would've fought to close the gap. Call. Write. Name what I'm feeling and perceiving so that we can put it all behind us. The problem is I have been burned too many times by people not willing to reach back. So I've become jaded. Tired. I feel like I shouldn't always have to be the bigger person. I was having part of this conversation with a friend yesterday, and he said, "Extend an olive branch." And my knee-jerk reaction was, "Why am I always the one extending especially when I'm not the one who put up the wall?" The logical side of me knows that is a silly counter argument since I believe in communication and friendship, so maybe that's why I need to be the extender. But the emotional side of me is tired. And maybe a little confused about who is worth fighting for.

Something New: While health has always been a concern in my life, 2010 has brought this to a new level. I have been exploring my own health in new ways for months and months now. I am in and out of doctors appointments, and trying to get myself in a place that will help me live a different kind of life. More energy. Less aches. This has been such a roller coaster of emotion...scary decisions, honest truths, relearning habits. And even as I type this, the unknown of it all seems terrifying. The other new part to this is my own ability to break down my walls and let others in to my fear. Somewhere along the line, I learned to never show others what I'm feeling in fear that I would push them away with my imperfections. Or that they wouldn't care, and then I'd feel more hurt. But I feel tremendously grateful for the few people who I have been able to truly and openly talk to about this whole process, and who have really been there for me in return. It's helped me learn a lot about the level to which others care about me.

Something Borrowed: I've had many a therapist tell me that I can't take on the world's problems, and while I have made major progress (*salutes* Major Progress!) in this arena, I don't think I will ever be able to feel nothing about what my loved ones are experiencing. And truthfully, I wouldn't want to. That is such a huge part of who I am and how I define my life. I care about others, and there's nothing I wouldn't do for the people I love. And truthfully, I don't see this as a bad thing. So, when my mom is feeling sick from the chemo or my dad is feeling left out of family news or Kayla is having problems with friends at school or AJ is worried about what's next or Elyse is freaking out about the quals or Yas is feeling overwhelmed with empathy...well, let's just say it's hard for me to not feel what they're feeling. And I mean truly feel that emotion. Fortunately, I've learned that I don't need to solve these problems because sometimes it's enough to just recognize what they're feeling and be there to listen when they need it. But these are still the borrowed journeys that I am privileged enough to walk.

Something Blue: My judicial assistant at UMass used to leave me notes above my monitor that said, "Beat the funk!" This always made me smile and helped when I was having those days or weeks when I just couldn't shake the blues...or the funk. The last week has been one of those weeks for me. And the majority of the time, I haven't been able to pinpoint the source of this "ugh," but last night, I do think I had a mini-epiphany that gave me some insight into the feeling. Regardless, I still have these periods when that negative feeling just crawls into the pit of my stomach and takes up residency until I can figure out a way to evict it. And feeling this way makes it so much easier for me to hide from the world.

So this sums up where my mind has been the past few weeks, and what has been building up to stand between me and the blog. Maybe now that I've finally broken through and done some typing, it'll be easier for me to remember that I don't need an "all or nothing" entry. Even just a random thought by Briana is good enough. Because if nothing else, sharing a few of the thoughts in my head really helps me enjoy the silence of an early Sunday morning more when there is less noise in my head.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Inner Peace

One of the things that I frequently strive for is that feeling of inner peace. For me, this is about feeling calm and comfortable in the moment. There are so many times when I find myself feeling sad, anxious, guilty, behind or any other emotion that somehow puts me off kilter, and it is easy for me to get caught up in these emotions. This weekend, I had a number of moments when I felt at ease, even when there were things that could have set me off.

Last night, I went to the Hotel Cafe to see an LMU student perform. I love the Hotel Cafe. It is one of my favorite venues in Los Angeles. There's nothing like getting there early enough to grab a table, and then hanging out listening to the live music and enjoying the fantastic ambiance. Last night, I looked around the table, and realized some of my favorite people were by my side, and in a moment of clarity, I realized that I have made a great life for myself in LA. I have some great friends who make me smile and love me for who I am. I have a good job with people that I like. And I'm actively working to making progress on the things in my life that I'd like to see changed. There's not much more you can ask for.

Today, I had some more clarity as I listened to what I really wanted out of my day, and didn't worry about what anyone else wanted. I was invited to go to Disney, which is typically a no-brainer for me. But today, when asked, I almost felt obliged to go. Going to Disney? Yes! Done and done. But all of a sudden, I was really aware of the feeling inside of me telling me not to go...telling me to stay home with myself and just have some me time. So, despite feeling a little sad to be missing out, I kindly declined the offer and settled in for some time alone. And this was exactly what I needed. Now, as I'm tucked into bed and looking ahead to tomorrow, I feel very content with my day and more ready to take one another.

And isn't that something?

Thursday, April 01, 2010

Random Road Trip

As most of you know, I am far from spontaneous. I am a planner. One time, in grad school, Kevin, Liz, Jen and I went on a road trip, and the four of us even planned our spontaneity. That's very us, and very me.

So, when faced with time off and countless attempts to find an affordable vacation with no success, it was looking like I was going to spend my days off during spring break no further away than Manhattan Beach.

Now, let me be clear. I love Manhattan Beach, and I am always in awe of myself that I get to roll out of bed and over to the beach whenever I want. So, I have no problems with this existence. However, there were a few variables that were making this scenario less than favorable this week:

-ONE- I had gotten approval to have this time away. For some people, this sounds like a simple task, but in the world of Residence Life at LMU, you need to actually be granted permission to go away for the weekend. It is one the few aspects of my job that I truly don't like (and it makes it even harder because I don't agree with the logic behind it), and probably the thing that will eventually cause me to look for another job that promotes a better life balance. Anyway....I digress... So, I actually had the time away, and since this is not always the easiest thing to accomplish, I did not want to lost out on the opportunity.

-TWO- The weather wasn't supposed to be great in LA. Shocking, I know, but let me clarify. Not great weather in LA means cloudy and 60 degrees. I know this is far from terrible in the grand scheme of things, but in my life, this means no beach weather. Boo for the pale kid.

-THREE- No responsibilities and no sun can only lead to one thing. Nothing holding me accountable to getting out of bed. This is what would likely happen..I would wake up naturally around 7:30am. Refusing to get out of bed this early, I would turn the tv on and pray for a Law & Order marathon. After a while, I would likely fall back asleep, and stay in a half awake/half asleep state until I feel so pathetic and lazy that I drag myself to the couch, where at least I can say that I got out of bed.

So, all of these factors were making the idea of staying in LA not so favorable. I mean, even AJ was out of town on an AB trip, so there would be no person calling me for brunch in the morning. As I was lamenting about this one day, my friend Scott and I started exchanging FB chats, and before I knew it, he was persuading me to get off my arse and visit him in Phoenix. This seemed like a simple plan. Pack a bag, grab my Chevron gift card I won at the blood drive, charge the iPod and six hours later...voila! Phoenix. But immediately, I began to doubt the idea. I hadn't really thought this through or planned for it. Could I really just jump in Miss Henrietta and head east? And really, I clearly had the ability to do so, so it wasn't a question so much of could I as it was would I? Even on Tuesday night after telling Scott I was going to make the journey, I wasn't so sure it would happen.

But alas, I surprised even myself. And on Wednesday, as I threw my stuff in the car and put her in drive, I set my sights on Phoenix, and never looked back. One stop, six hours and endless tunes later, I pulled up on Alamo Street to find Scott sitting outside with a beer in hand. And after a tour of his new house, we were off to dinner at the Cornish Pasty Co. What is that, you might ask? Well, I'm still not entirely sure. But what I do know is that it was very English, very Scott and very enjoyable.

Now, as I sit by his pool and listen to the songbird chirp, a new twist to the random road trip unfolds. Kelly and her husband are on their way to Phoenix as I type to visit her parents. So, it looks like I might get two Buckeyes for the price of one this weekend. This goes to show me...sometimes spontaneity pays off!

Goals

So, my goal for 2010 was to blog at least 10 times a month. Clearly, I did not accomplish this in March...at least not on this blog. Since I am also trying to keep up with this photo a day blog (http://photographicstate2010.blogspot.com and http://agirlandherpointofview.blogspot.com), I guess I technically did blog, just not in the written format. Either way, something that I've definitely learned, and often remind myself, is to let myself off of the hook when I don't do something "perfectly." So, I think five times is pretty good, and today is a new month (literally), so it's time to start again.

And in fairness, I am working toward helping others enter the world of blogging. Today, I've encouraged my dear friend Dung to start his own blog, commenting on all of the interesting news articles he always posts on Facebook. And I have a blog idea in mind for my niece's summer vacation this year. So, clearly I've done my part for the blogosphere.

Thursday, March 25, 2010

The Power of We

I've been thinking a lot about the word "we" lately. This past weekend, my brother told my parents that he might be getting laid off this week. He explained what the school district was planning and how it might impact his employment as a teacher at the high school. He told them not to worry, and explained some of the backup plans he has, in case this came to fruition.

So, after explaining all of this, what did my mom say? She said, "honey, I hope that doesn't happen, but if it does, we'll work it out." We. Two simple letters. All the strength in the world. My whole life, our family has been a "we." And even now that my brother and I are adults, we are still a "we." No matter what the ups and downs of life come my way, I will never stand alone. My parents will always be there to support me, and this is not something I take for granted. I know that I am extremely lucky to be part of this "we."

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

What a Picture's Worth

So, my dear friends from grad school convinced me to participate in a photo-a-day blog that consists of 30 people around the world each posting one picture a day. I was hesitant at first because I am always so nervous of not following through with the commitment. But, after some good peer pressure, I joined up, and now I am posting at Photographic State 2010. But, I also wanted to keep a separate photo blog that was all about me. Maybe it's because I'm an introvert or a fairly private person, but something about having the option to post separate pictures or to post the same pictures, but allow my family and friends to come visit and comment was very appealing to me. So, I've been keeping up with a double posting of the pictures at my own site: A Girl and her Point of View. I'm excited to see how this continues and where I take it from here.

Marching On

Wow. I can't believe March is halfway over. How did that happen? That also means that we are two and a half months into 2010! Woah!

My goal was to blog at least ten days out of each month (but really try for 15). Considering this is only my third March blog, I might not make that 10 time minimum, but I'm still not giving up. Especially because I do feel like I have just as much to type and say. In fact, March has been quite eventful. I basically started the month in Chicago for eight days, which was a great time! I saw a lot of great colleagues, but the highlight of the conference for me is always spending time with Rachel. How do I even begin to explain what my friendship with Rachel means? She is smart, funny and inspiring. She makes me smile and understands when I grumble. I sit in awe of her talent, and am encouraged to be a stronger professional when I'm around her. Not to mention, she's just a great friend! So, eight days in Chicago or any city is always well worth the quality time with Ms. Rachel. Heart her.

I also got to have lunch with Jen. She was able to drive in from her new home in Rockford for a day, so we grabbed lunch and caught up. Jen is another amazing friend, and I love that we can pick up where we left off without skipping a beat. I miss having her nearby so that we can have girl time more frequently, but again, I'll take the time I can get.

And, of course, there was the conference. It was a great one! Good programs, including my own. I felt good about the presentation that Marci and I did. And I'm excited to put in more proposals for the next round of conferences.

So, March has gone by quickly. And I'm anxious to see what the rest of the month has to offer.

Saturday, March 06, 2010

Inspired

I am listening to a Jesuit talk about how we need to love our students for who they are, even when we disagree with their opinions or actions. Who knew I could be inspired working at a Catholic university. But I grow more and more in love with Jesuit education each day.