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Sunday, March 11, 2012
Thoughts from church
Occasionally I go to church with my grandparents, just to keep them happy. Here are some (often random) thoughts I had this morning. Some of them come from things that were said, some of them just popped into my head.
The Christian Elite
Apparently Christianity (along with most other faiths) is some kind of elite club. Something the "unbeliever" can't comprehend. Apparently you have to have Jesus to have any kind of deep connection with each other. Why? Why can't the human connection be good enough? No. Why can't the existence connection be good enough? Why can't we have such deep connections with all beings--human, non-human animal and plant alike? Ok, I'll stick with people for now. We don't need some kind of invisible being to draw us together. We have a rich history of struggle, diversity, power, unity, disunity, pain, triumph. There is such diversity in the world. Why are we wasting time sitting in the same pew every week talking about the same book our European fathers (and yes, I mean fathers--male) have been talking about for two millennia? Why aren't we reaching out across the globe to hear the voices of those from other faiths and those from non-faiths?
Most people spend their lives searching for some sort of truth or purpose. Not just people of faith. That's not exclusive. So that's a connection we all have. Use it. Let's examine all cultures, reject what is harmful and promote what is good.
Heaven Addicts
All this heaven talk is like escapism. People can't get over the bad in this world so they spend their lives looking forward to what might be next. What a sad life. Enjoy what you have! Sometimes it really really really sucks (for some more than others), but look for good! Most people sitting in those pews are not suffering like some in the world, so I *know* that most of them are capable. And when we have difficulties, escaping them by imagining some other world is not the healthy way to deal with them.
I can love too!
Sympathy and empathy are also not exclusively Christian, in case you were confused. Family is not exclusively a faith thing. Granted, I don't know much about evolution, but I'd guess family is an evolutionary development. Family helps us survive. It's natural to love. It just flows. It's not necessarily natural to love *everyone*, but some kind of compassion, sympathy, empathy, etc. IS natural. Not something you have to pray for. We can want to help people without having God in our lives. We DO want to help people without having God in our lives. In fact, if we're more worried about what's happening here and now rather than what eternity might look like, we're probably more likely to help people here and now. Atheist #WIN.
God does not make you good. You make you good. You choose to be good. This morning the preacher said "not a single one of us has anything to give to God that is of value." He went on like that for a bit and I had to fight the urge to stand and shout "NO! YOU ARE PRECIOUS! YOU HAVE SUCH GREAT VALUE!" That idea is certainly biblical--it's in the psalms, Paul says things like that, etc., but so is your value. So I don't mean to say Xianity is completely cruel in that respect, but this idea is perpetuated far too often in religious communities. It's perfect, really, because it keeps people in. If you always think you're worthless, you're always going to cling to that one thing that makes you good--God. Fundies like to keep us all in a perpetual state of failure. But, in case you were wondering, there are plenty of us out here who are great without God. We are all capable of great things.
Give us a break!
Why can't atheists have something too? Christians are freaking out about billboards, ads, TV programs, etc. Hello! Christians have billboards, politicians, TV programming, radio stations everywhere! And you're going nuts over a few billboards?! What the hell??
The Christian Elite
Apparently Christianity (along with most other faiths) is some kind of elite club. Something the "unbeliever" can't comprehend. Apparently you have to have Jesus to have any kind of deep connection with each other. Why? Why can't the human connection be good enough? No. Why can't the existence connection be good enough? Why can't we have such deep connections with all beings--human, non-human animal and plant alike? Ok, I'll stick with people for now. We don't need some kind of invisible being to draw us together. We have a rich history of struggle, diversity, power, unity, disunity, pain, triumph. There is such diversity in the world. Why are we wasting time sitting in the same pew every week talking about the same book our European fathers (and yes, I mean fathers--male) have been talking about for two millennia? Why aren't we reaching out across the globe to hear the voices of those from other faiths and those from non-faiths?
Most people spend their lives searching for some sort of truth or purpose. Not just people of faith. That's not exclusive. So that's a connection we all have. Use it. Let's examine all cultures, reject what is harmful and promote what is good.
Heaven Addicts
All this heaven talk is like escapism. People can't get over the bad in this world so they spend their lives looking forward to what might be next. What a sad life. Enjoy what you have! Sometimes it really really really sucks (for some more than others), but look for good! Most people sitting in those pews are not suffering like some in the world, so I *know* that most of them are capable. And when we have difficulties, escaping them by imagining some other world is not the healthy way to deal with them.
I can love too!
Sympathy and empathy are also not exclusively Christian, in case you were confused. Family is not exclusively a faith thing. Granted, I don't know much about evolution, but I'd guess family is an evolutionary development. Family helps us survive. It's natural to love. It just flows. It's not necessarily natural to love *everyone*, but some kind of compassion, sympathy, empathy, etc. IS natural. Not something you have to pray for. We can want to help people without having God in our lives. We DO want to help people without having God in our lives. In fact, if we're more worried about what's happening here and now rather than what eternity might look like, we're probably more likely to help people here and now. Atheist #WIN.
God does not make you good. You make you good. You choose to be good. This morning the preacher said "not a single one of us has anything to give to God that is of value." He went on like that for a bit and I had to fight the urge to stand and shout "NO! YOU ARE PRECIOUS! YOU HAVE SUCH GREAT VALUE!" That idea is certainly biblical--it's in the psalms, Paul says things like that, etc., but so is your value. So I don't mean to say Xianity is completely cruel in that respect, but this idea is perpetuated far too often in religious communities. It's perfect, really, because it keeps people in. If you always think you're worthless, you're always going to cling to that one thing that makes you good--God. Fundies like to keep us all in a perpetual state of failure. But, in case you were wondering, there are plenty of us out here who are great without God. We are all capable of great things.
Give us a break!
Why can't atheists have something too? Christians are freaking out about billboards, ads, TV programs, etc. Hello! Christians have billboards, politicians, TV programming, radio stations everywhere! And you're going nuts over a few billboards?! What the hell??
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Something
I feel like there *is* something hiding inside me that wants to be written. Maybe not even hiding. I might just be feeling lazy today and that's why it's not coming out. I don't feel like thinking. Because suddenly I realize there are plenty of things I want to write about, I just don't want it badly enough to work at it. Oops. Going out to look at the sky for a while. Maybe I'll be ready when I come back.
Nothing
I haven't written anything yet today. At least not here. I just finished The Hunger Games (the first book). I think that when I read something like that (fiction), I get lost in the world inside the book. It becomes reality. Nothing else is real. This is why I read so much when I was young. I loved nothing more than the excitement of exploring another world. Any other world. I could pick up any book and get lost in it.
I'm wondering if this is healthy. I mean, obviously if I were to spend that same amount of time lost in some other world today, it would *not* be healthy. But I wonder if I can even handle one book. Today I feel that all my imagination (creativity?) was used up in thinking about being part of the world in The Hunger Games. I could probably take something from that and use it if I thought about it for a while, but I haven't yet. I think the temptation to lose myself in books like this might be a bit much for me. I don't know.
I'm wondering if this is healthy. I mean, obviously if I were to spend that same amount of time lost in some other world today, it would *not* be healthy. But I wonder if I can even handle one book. Today I feel that all my imagination (creativity?) was used up in thinking about being part of the world in The Hunger Games. I could probably take something from that and use it if I thought about it for a while, but I haven't yet. I think the temptation to lose myself in books like this might be a bit much for me. I don't know.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Thankfulness
I was about to dig into my dark chocolate (vegan) pancakes with my homemade (vegan) nutella, when I paused. Today, for me, is supposed to be about finding purpose, so a certain deliberate, meditative moment felt necessary after the preparation of food. I don't often pause before eating--I'm usually too excited about what's in front of me--so for a brief second the idea of prayer came to mind.
Most people pray before eating to thank God for their food.
So who would I thank? Well, there was flour, sugar, cocoa, soy milk, baking powder, salt. So lots of farmers (some of them--cocoa---possibly underpaid and overworked) were involved in this. Then there was probably some kind of refinement process, then packaging, shipping, stocking. Bethany made the nutella, so major props to her! Plus whatever ingredients went into that. It's fun to think about all the people who were involved in such a simple meal. People who are probably not normally appreciated for their "menial" labor. Without these people, I could't enjoy my many tasty meals. I also couldn't live in this house (construction workers), drive down the street, throw anything away (garbage collectors)...everyone contributes something. We're all one giant community. We just don't normally act like it. It can never be every wo/man for her/himself. We need each other.
So thank you, people, for my meal. I genuinely appreciate your hard work.
Most people pray before eating to thank God for their food.
So who would I thank? Well, there was flour, sugar, cocoa, soy milk, baking powder, salt. So lots of farmers (some of them--cocoa---possibly underpaid and overworked) were involved in this. Then there was probably some kind of refinement process, then packaging, shipping, stocking. Bethany made the nutella, so major props to her! Plus whatever ingredients went into that. It's fun to think about all the people who were involved in such a simple meal. People who are probably not normally appreciated for their "menial" labor. Without these people, I could't enjoy my many tasty meals. I also couldn't live in this house (construction workers), drive down the street, throw anything away (garbage collectors)...everyone contributes something. We're all one giant community. We just don't normally act like it. It can never be every wo/man for her/himself. We need each other.
So thank you, people, for my meal. I genuinely appreciate your hard work.
Safe spaces
You know what feels really really good? To share something I believe knowing others may not agree, to be listened to respectfully and get a thoughtful response that reflects the common beliefs we *do* share.
I think it's evangelism that doesn't normally allow this. Acknowledging that a different idea may be a good one will probably result in that persons condemnation. Sad.
It's also sad that I've come to expect that my ideas will not be accepted. I assume that even those who seem very accepting, who are part of a group that's all about openness, will only argue with my non-belief. I assume this because it's all I ever encounter. Thankfully, I'm occasionally proven wrong.
Safe spaces were what gave me the courage to first come out as gay. Coming out to people I knew would accept me gave me the courage to come out to those I was less sure of. Once I got used to being me in certain spaces, I had to be me everywhere. The same is true for my religious beliefs. I still feel I won't ever be able to tell certain people, but the more I'm allowed to explore my beliefs, the more courage I gain and the more open I become.
This is what we should be doing for each other. Allowing everyone to become that person of integrity--the one who lives what she truly believes. If we're shaming people into boxes, we're taking away their soul-selves and that, I think, is one of humanity's greatest sins.
I think it's evangelism that doesn't normally allow this. Acknowledging that a different idea may be a good one will probably result in that persons condemnation. Sad.
It's also sad that I've come to expect that my ideas will not be accepted. I assume that even those who seem very accepting, who are part of a group that's all about openness, will only argue with my non-belief. I assume this because it's all I ever encounter. Thankfully, I'm occasionally proven wrong.
Safe spaces were what gave me the courage to first come out as gay. Coming out to people I knew would accept me gave me the courage to come out to those I was less sure of. Once I got used to being me in certain spaces, I had to be me everywhere. The same is true for my religious beliefs. I still feel I won't ever be able to tell certain people, but the more I'm allowed to explore my beliefs, the more courage I gain and the more open I become.
This is what we should be doing for each other. Allowing everyone to become that person of integrity--the one who lives what she truly believes. If we're shaming people into boxes, we're taking away their soul-selves and that, I think, is one of humanity's greatest sins.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Power
I'm sitting on a couch built by several someones. I'm looking up at a ceiling built by other someones. There's a bug on the ceiling--not built, just hatched as a result of its parents reproductive activities. I glance at the light bulb (looking long is not recommended) put together by someone, invented after tedious work by Edison and probably others who never get credit.
Everything I'm surrounded by in this room took work, probably some imagination, creativity. Perhaps those involved in the making of it all faced ridicule and discouragement. But they persevered. They imagined, worked, created. Human-made things exist today because people have the power in themselves to do that. We have evolved to the point of seemingly infinite creativity. We all have this power. Many of us don't realize it. Some of us may even go about working and creating without realizing that we've contributed something; that the work we're doing is important--be it to one person or many.
The progress we've made thus far (granted, we have far to go) has been made because people decided to do something. They decided to use their power to create. WE have that power. We don't have to ask for it. We don't have to be good enough to earn it. It's just there.
Why can't we admit that we all have something to contribute? Why do we continue to belittle ourselves and each other? YOU are an incredible person and you have something (many somethings) to offer. Do something with that.
And while you're at it, lay aside your beliefs and work together. Don't pretend you are more powerful because you have the most truth. That's anti-progress.
Peace.
And this.
Everything I'm surrounded by in this room took work, probably some imagination, creativity. Perhaps those involved in the making of it all faced ridicule and discouragement. But they persevered. They imagined, worked, created. Human-made things exist today because people have the power in themselves to do that. We have evolved to the point of seemingly infinite creativity. We all have this power. Many of us don't realize it. Some of us may even go about working and creating without realizing that we've contributed something; that the work we're doing is important--be it to one person or many.
The progress we've made thus far (granted, we have far to go) has been made because people decided to do something. They decided to use their power to create. WE have that power. We don't have to ask for it. We don't have to be good enough to earn it. It's just there.
Why can't we admit that we all have something to contribute? Why do we continue to belittle ourselves and each other? YOU are an incredible person and you have something (many somethings) to offer. Do something with that.
And while you're at it, lay aside your beliefs and work together. Don't pretend you are more powerful because you have the most truth. That's anti-progress.
Peace.
And this.
Missing: Creativity
I still wish I could figure out some kind of creative outlet. I wish I could find what I'm good at. Ok ok I read chapter 10 in "Women Who Run With the Wolves" (all women should read this book. Probably men too) which seemed to suggest that there are many things we can do that use creativity that I may not have acknowledged as "creative". I guess my problem with that is that I *want* to do things I think are creative. I have always wanted to be able to paint (I can't) or sculpt or play an instrument. I've tried these things and I'm terrible at all of them. Though to be fair, I definitely chose the wrong instrument to try first. Clarinet was not for me. I still want to try the drums--specifically the african kind.
Anyway, I was just reading about someone's creative block--a painter--and it made me wish I could paint again. I'm sure I'll find something.
Anyway, I was just reading about someone's creative block--a painter--and it made me wish I could paint again. I'm sure I'll find something.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Wait, what do I want?
It's funny how sometimes, when presented with two options, I don't actually know what I want.
It's not that I can't choose between two great things, it's that I've so thoroughly convinced myself that what I already have is good that I'm afraid to try the other thing that's probably even better.
Example: I'm a housekeeper. Not because that's what I want to do, but because that's what there was. It took me three months of job-hunting, starting before I graduated, to find this job. So by the time I got it I was so thrilled to have a paycheck that I had to make the best of a less-than-ideal position. Most of the time I don't hate my job. There are weeks when I get so over worked and exhausted that "hate" might describe my feelings, but most of the time I like it.
Or, I think I do. I love my coworkers. I love (sometimes) getting off early in the afternoon. I love having a job that I don't have to bring home with me.
I hate not ever knowing when my days off will be. I can never make any definite plans. I never have a weekend where I can go visit friends or family unless I request the days off, but I can't do that very often. I hate not knowing when I'll get off in the afternoon, thus not being able to make any definite plans. I hate that this doesn't look good on a resume. I hate that society thinks my job defines me, therefore I'm not worth much. I hate feeling exploited--overworked and underpaid.
The hate list is longer, but several of those things are caused by others, so shouldn't have an effect on me. Anyway, the job I applied for just before this one (last summer) is open again. I was the second choice last time, so I should have a decent shot this time. The only legitimate reason I can come up with for not going for it is that it might be depressing. It's a hospice job--mostly office work and coordinating volunteers, but the potential to have to work with families who've just lost their loved ones is high, and I'm not sure how well I'd do with that. All my other reasons are things like "I might not be any good at it" (bullshit); "I'd be letting my coworkers down" (bullshit); and...well...that's about it. I would be working more hours (not a lot) but I'd get paid a TON more than I do now. So I could actually save money for law school!
Sold. I'm applying.
It's not that I can't choose between two great things, it's that I've so thoroughly convinced myself that what I already have is good that I'm afraid to try the other thing that's probably even better.
Example: I'm a housekeeper. Not because that's what I want to do, but because that's what there was. It took me three months of job-hunting, starting before I graduated, to find this job. So by the time I got it I was so thrilled to have a paycheck that I had to make the best of a less-than-ideal position. Most of the time I don't hate my job. There are weeks when I get so over worked and exhausted that "hate" might describe my feelings, but most of the time I like it.
Or, I think I do. I love my coworkers. I love (sometimes) getting off early in the afternoon. I love having a job that I don't have to bring home with me.
I hate not ever knowing when my days off will be. I can never make any definite plans. I never have a weekend where I can go visit friends or family unless I request the days off, but I can't do that very often. I hate not knowing when I'll get off in the afternoon, thus not being able to make any definite plans. I hate that this doesn't look good on a resume. I hate that society thinks my job defines me, therefore I'm not worth much. I hate feeling exploited--overworked and underpaid.
The hate list is longer, but several of those things are caused by others, so shouldn't have an effect on me. Anyway, the job I applied for just before this one (last summer) is open again. I was the second choice last time, so I should have a decent shot this time. The only legitimate reason I can come up with for not going for it is that it might be depressing. It's a hospice job--mostly office work and coordinating volunteers, but the potential to have to work with families who've just lost their loved ones is high, and I'm not sure how well I'd do with that. All my other reasons are things like "I might not be any good at it" (bullshit); "I'd be letting my coworkers down" (bullshit); and...well...that's about it. I would be working more hours (not a lot) but I'd get paid a TON more than I do now. So I could actually save money for law school!
Sold. I'm applying.
Religion is terrifying
This morning I feel the need to explore my animosity toward all things religious. More specifically I'm thinking of Christianity, but it pretty much applies to all religions.
Christianity has been nothing short of traumatic for me. Forgetting the fact that I've been blatantly lied to more times than I can count, the entire tradition, the teachings contained in Christian heritage condemn and belittle me as a gay woman.
Anytime I walk into a church I feel like I suddenly can't breathe. I'm surrounded by people who just might hate me and I'm being told from the pulpit what a terrible person I am; what terrible people we all are. Anytime the God or the bible comes up in conversation it takes everything in me not to run away.
It doesn't matter to me that not all Christians are like this. I've heard over and over (and occasionally believed) different interpretations for the biblical condemnation of homosexuality, as well as attempts at making Paul and other writers no longer sexist, but it's just that: interpretation. It's *exactly* the same thing conservatives do to ignore the command to give to the poor and to turn the other cheek. It's the same thing churches do to come up with different doctrines--instruments or no? Immersion or no? Communion every week? and so on and so forth.
Everyone has their own interpretation. This is, apparently, supposed to make me feel better about Christianity. I can make it what works for me. Instead, it makes me feel like millions of people are clinging to a God that makes them feel good and that they think makes them good people. It makes me feel like millions of people are clinging to a religious tradition that has hurt millions of *other* people.
**This is probably where I start offending people. That's not my aim. I'm simply exploring my feelings here. Some of these are buried down there in the place I shove feelings that I'm not supposed to express. They need to be expressed.**
I don't want to try to rewrite a harmful experience to make it something helpful. I'll go make my own helpful experiences. I don't need one single book that I have to reinterpret and to help me do that.
I suddenly feel I can't be honest like this with any Christian. Not even the most liberal. In fact, I could probably say these things to a conservative before I could say them to a liberal, because the liberal Christians are the ones doing the reinterpretation--the clinging.
I just don't understand how people don't understand why I hate it so much.
Christianity has been nothing short of traumatic for me. Forgetting the fact that I've been blatantly lied to more times than I can count, the entire tradition, the teachings contained in Christian heritage condemn and belittle me as a gay woman.
Anytime I walk into a church I feel like I suddenly can't breathe. I'm surrounded by people who just might hate me and I'm being told from the pulpit what a terrible person I am; what terrible people we all are. Anytime the God or the bible comes up in conversation it takes everything in me not to run away.
It doesn't matter to me that not all Christians are like this. I've heard over and over (and occasionally believed) different interpretations for the biblical condemnation of homosexuality, as well as attempts at making Paul and other writers no longer sexist, but it's just that: interpretation. It's *exactly* the same thing conservatives do to ignore the command to give to the poor and to turn the other cheek. It's the same thing churches do to come up with different doctrines--instruments or no? Immersion or no? Communion every week? and so on and so forth.
Everyone has their own interpretation. This is, apparently, supposed to make me feel better about Christianity. I can make it what works for me. Instead, it makes me feel like millions of people are clinging to a God that makes them feel good and that they think makes them good people. It makes me feel like millions of people are clinging to a religious tradition that has hurt millions of *other* people.
**This is probably where I start offending people. That's not my aim. I'm simply exploring my feelings here. Some of these are buried down there in the place I shove feelings that I'm not supposed to express. They need to be expressed.**
I don't want to try to rewrite a harmful experience to make it something helpful. I'll go make my own helpful experiences. I don't need one single book that I have to reinterpret and to help me do that.
I suddenly feel I can't be honest like this with any Christian. Not even the most liberal. In fact, I could probably say these things to a conservative before I could say them to a liberal, because the liberal Christians are the ones doing the reinterpretation--the clinging.
I just don't understand how people don't understand why I hate it so much.
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Obama 2012
Last week I was contacted by an Obama campaign fellow who was wondering if I would be interested in volunteering for the campaign. Um, yes, please! So tonight we talked more about our own pasts and about our passions and about campaign logistics. I am way excited.
She asked if I would be interested in being a team leader. That's one of those things that terrifies me and something I never would have considered a few months ago. I probably would have wished I could, but I would have told myself that I couldn't do it. But I can. And I kind of want to. I want to do something that forces me out of my shell into a kind of leadership role. So I think I'll do it. And that thrills me.
She asked if I would be interested in being a team leader. That's one of those things that terrifies me and something I never would have considered a few months ago. I probably would have wished I could, but I would have told myself that I couldn't do it. But I can. And I kind of want to. I want to do something that forces me out of my shell into a kind of leadership role. So I think I'll do it. And that thrills me.
Passions
I love...
the sun
music
movies
the trees
people
politics
history
grass
the sea
mountains
activism
books
food
italian food
italy
albania
friends
philosophy
talking philosophy with friends
talking
gardens
flowers
languages
learning
summer
snow
cookouts/picnics
going barefoot in the grass
going barefoot in the sand
drums
corvettes
the smell of honeysuckles
the sun
music
movies
the trees
people
politics
history
grass
the sea
mountains
activism
books
food
italian food
italy
albania
friends
philosophy
talking philosophy with friends
talking
gardens
flowers
languages
learning
summer
snow
cookouts/picnics
going barefoot in the grass
going barefoot in the sand
drums
corvettes
the smell of honeysuckles
Monday, March 5, 2012
I was born to...
What am I passionate about? Sometimes I think I experience passion quite easily: seeing a baby or a small child who happens to be adorable (they can't be crying). Anything involving nature--especially the night sky. The sea. Mountains. Yeah all of that. Gay rights--I like them. Poverty and those who can't seem to escape it. People in general, especially those who are in some way marginalized by religion, society, politics, etc. So basically anyone who is not a rich, white, straight, Christian man.
The problem is that I basically feel passionate about anything that isn't a rich, white, straight, Christian man. And even some of those I feel passionate about if they happen to live in a place like I do and vote Democrat. Ha. So what was I born to do? I want to do something that somehow makes a difference. I want to help people. I obviously can't help everyone. So I have to choose something. But I don't know what to choose. I really think I want to go to law school. Which is a far more specific goal than I had even a few months ago. Awesome. Some of the people who know me best have responded to this by saying "Oooooh that's *perfect* for you!" I choose to take this as a compliment.
So what kind of law should I look into? Definitely don't want to do tax law or civil litigation or even family law. Don't think I want to do criminal law. Now I'm really narrowing things down. Damn. Maybe Christy was right about this whole writing thing. Don't tell her I said that.
I think I'll go check out some advocacy groups and see what kind of lawyers work for them. Done. Good night, world.
(We'll get back to the "I was born to..." statement later)
The problem is that I basically feel passionate about anything that isn't a rich, white, straight, Christian man. And even some of those I feel passionate about if they happen to live in a place like I do and vote Democrat. Ha. So what was I born to do? I want to do something that somehow makes a difference. I want to help people. I obviously can't help everyone. So I have to choose something. But I don't know what to choose. I really think I want to go to law school. Which is a far more specific goal than I had even a few months ago. Awesome. Some of the people who know me best have responded to this by saying "Oooooh that's *perfect* for you!" I choose to take this as a compliment.
So what kind of law should I look into? Definitely don't want to do tax law or civil litigation or even family law. Don't think I want to do criminal law. Now I'm really narrowing things down. Damn. Maybe Christy was right about this whole writing thing. Don't tell her I said that.
I think I'll go check out some advocacy groups and see what kind of lawyers work for them. Done. Good night, world.
(We'll get back to the "I was born to..." statement later)
Hello blog
I started this blog because Christy Farr made me. Ok, not really, but kind of.
I'm taking this awesome class (Sick of Being Stuck; more info here: http://www.sickofbeingstuck.com/ ) with Christy and she told us it would be really great if we wrote everyday. Also, I've always wanted to blog, but am usually worried about excessive griping. So here I am, for better or worse. Maybe I'll just be journaling for myself, maybe someone else will read it on occasion. Either way, I'm writing.
I'm taking this awesome class (Sick of Being Stuck; more info here: http://www.sickofbeingstuck.com/ ) with Christy and she told us it would be really great if we wrote everyday. Also, I've always wanted to blog, but am usually worried about excessive griping. So here I am, for better or worse. Maybe I'll just be journaling for myself, maybe someone else will read it on occasion. Either way, I'm writing.
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