Thursday, June 25, 2015


Reading: Too many books. I used to be a one-book-at-a-time kind of reader, but that was back when I could finish 2-3 books in a week. Oh to work nights again (not really)...

I'm all over the place with my reading. I read non-fiction church books and scriptures a lot, so I like to have some light reading going at the same time. So right now I'm reading Dearly Devoted Dexter by Jeff Lindsey; The Original of Laura by Vladimir Nabokov; Top Secret Twenty-One by Janet Evanovich (this is my super light reading - it's basically the same story told ... well, 21 times now. Entertaining, but it doesn't require any thought whatsoever). The Maltese Falcon, which I haven't read since about grade 6 - this is a book club book and I'd forgotten how much I love Dashiell Hammett and his Sam Spade. I'm also reading The Power of Everyday Missionaries, which I've been working on for more than half a year; the Book of Mormon, which I try to read every day but don't quite make it. And finally, Where Angels Prey.

Thinking about: How I can be the best version of myself. In my church there's a program for the young women (ages 12-18) called Personal Progress. There are a series of tasks and projects to be completed that are designed to help them become personally righteous, spiritually connected young ladies. Adults who either joined the church as adults or otherwise didn't complete their Personal Progress can work on it as well, so I've been trying to focus on that.

There are eight values identified as important traits that we have as daughters of God, and developing those values are what Personal Progress focuses on; the values are Faith, Divine Nature, Individual Worth, Knowledge, Choice and Accountability, Good Works, Integrity, and Virtue. I'm working on Faith and trying to incorporate daily prayer and scripture study into my daily life. It's hard for me, so it takes a lot of work. I enjoy it though, and it helps me stay focused on what I want to have in my life. Namely, a happy family and spiritual well-being.

Listening to: Audio books and NPR. These are the staples of my workday. I get cranky without them.

Watching: My TV tastes are changing. I have little patience for most television and things I used to find entertaining no longer excite me. Unfortunately, I can't fall asleep without some background noise so Angel plays at bed time. I'm still looking for the One Great Show.

Loving: My family. My daughter-in-law, who I don't see often enough but whose company I enjoy so much. My parents, who I also don't see enough. I have plans to celebrate Father's Day this Saturday and I'm so excited for that. Aunties and uncles - both biological and those close friends of my mom who have become honorary family members. My step-dad, who hasn't legally been my step-dad for nearly 30 years but who has all the qualities of a dad: he loves me, supports and encourages me, and he cheers me on. He gives me book recommendations and he reminds me that I'm not living up to my potential (something very few people can do without really pissing me off).

Friday, June 19, 2015

A Tale for the Time Being

Have you ever read a book that you then couldn't describe to others? I'm in a book club and we talk about the major themes of the novels we read, the challenges presented to and by the characters, that sort of thing. But honestly, I don't know what to tell you about this book except that it sort of blew my mind. I know some people will (or have) read it and maybe weren't all that impressed. I don't think my mind is so easily blown, honestly, but this book did it. It's about growth and change and self-exploration; it's about the power of the mind and how we interact with one another. It's also about suicide, in a sense, and that always resonates with me. From the book:

Life is a thing that has some kind of weight and shape; this is only an illusion. Our feeling of "alive" has no real edge or boundary. Death is certain; life is always changing like a puff of wind in the air, or a wave in the sea, or even a thought in the mind. So making a suicide is finding the edge of life. It stops life in time so we can grasp what shape it is and feel it is real, at least for a moment.

This is such a different way of thinking about suicide. I've been in that moment; that moment in between heartbeats when life seems so unbearably dreadful that the only way to come to terms with it is to end it - and in that deciding, joy and laughter seep around the edges to remind me that life isn't completely dreadful. That is finding the edge of life. The trick then, is finding the edge of life without making a suicide.

Oh, and there's so much more. Would that I had the words to give you the feelings I had while listening to this book: to make you feel the depth of thought, the black abyss of sadness and confusion, the peace of a Buddhist monastery and that singular Japanese way of thinking about things like death and life and the decisions that make up both.

I don't have those words though, so you should read the book on your own: A Tale for the Time Being, by Ruth Ozeki.

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Fitting in with ourselves

While catching up on my favourite bloggers today I read this line:

The right person for me will fit me as I am, not me as I wish I was. He won’t be perfect, he’ll have his own stories and issues, but somehow we’ll help each other feel more like ourselves.
This is from Susannah Conway who blogs here, and she's talking about the murky world of dating after being single for a time.

This line really resonated with me, particularly the part about helping each other feel more like ourselves. I've struggled feeling like myself for most of my life. Not in a big serious way, but in small quiet ways - I have often felt like I didn't really know who I was; what did I want out of life? Who did I want to make myself into? I was taught by my parents that I shouldn't work to fit in with my peers, that I should reject the notions of what other people thought I should be; but society tries to teach you to fit in, sit still, be normal, be nice, and for goodness' sake whatever you do do not speak your mind.

I failed at a lot of that most of the time. I have dated a lot of guys that only made those feelings worse. I married a few of them, the very best of them... they helped, a little. Helped me to not feel so outrageously awkward for a little while.

And then there's Steve. We joke about our favourite qualities in the other; he'll say something funny or clever and I'll tell him his sense of humour is my favourite thing about him. Or he'll do something nice and I'll tell him that his kindness and compassion toward others is my favourite thing.

Really though, my favourite thing about him is that he helps me feel more like myself. I can be perfectly at home in my awkwardness, my weirdness, and my inappropriate sense of humour with him and he not only accepts those things about me - he delights in them. I'll completely embarrass myself in public and he isn't put off, doesn't try to distance himself from me. He giggles with me because I'm so awkward and he shows me and everyone else around us that we love being that way.

He's on my side and he makes it okay that I'm odd.

I agree with Susannah - the right person will fit you just as you are. Steve says that there was a Jade-shaped hole in his life, and I fit right in there - just as I am.

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