Thursday, July 30, 2009

looking forward to...

...a family reunion camping trip! i will depart right after i meet with lawyers, probation officers, support counselors, and lovely law-obeying clients. teenagers. gotta love 'em.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

this process totally sucks. let's be honest.

tonight, my dearest friend said, "emily. you don't have to respond. you don't have to know the answer. and you certainly don't have to know why you feel that way." essentially she was giving me the freedom to sit in my pain and not know the answers. for an enfj, that's REALLY hard. but i'm trying.

it's all about the process. instead of making this about you or you or you, the reality is the only person i can control is me. i can only do something about my response, my behaviors, my thoughts, my feelings.

i really want to blame you or you or you. [because that will make me feel better!]
i really want you or you or you to go away. [because this will never happen again if you're gone!]
i really want to trust you or you or you again. [because that will mean you changed!]

so here i am. feeling this big (imagine i'm pinching my thumb and pointer finger together). and hoping just a little bit, that by not avoiding, not being passive aggressive and not running from the pain, there is wisdom and growth on the other side.

please, oh please God, let there be wisdom and growth.

Monday, July 27, 2009

why sean and doggie are good friends.

"SEAN! SEAN! bon iver is coming! let's get tickets?"
"em. i already got them."
"aww. damn. oh well."
"but i have an extra. you can have it."

oh yah, AND he and kyle graciously helped me move a very large item LOCATED IN SAN JOSE into my house and made me dinner on saturday night to celebrate my being done with grad school. mmmm. kebabs.

all i'm sayin' is: you must not have been thinking with your smart cap on if you ever broke up with one of these guys. fantastic friends, really. givers.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

july is over in my mind.

move. check.
finish at the ioa. check.
finish my very last class of my masters. check. (two hours ago.)

finally. i don't have to say, "no. i can't. i have to write a paper." or "i can't go to your wedding because i have class on saturday." or "i have to go to bed now. i have class tomorrow."

yes, i'll miss it... knowledgeable professors, my cohort, academic learning, all of it. being in the classroom is such a valuable experience and i don't deny that i'll be back, but i'm ready for a break.

here's to reading for pleasure. check.

Friday, July 24, 2009

my twin sized bed.

You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.
With a single pillow underneath your single head.
I guess you decided that that old queen was more space than you would need.
Now it's in the alley behind your apartment with a sign that says it's free.

And I hope you have more luck with this than me....
You look so defeated lying there in your new twin size bed.

-death cab for cutie

Thursday, July 23, 2009

it's been on my mind for a while.

and i haven't come up with the answer. i'm struggling with this now, and i imagine i'll struggle with it for the rest of my life. here's the question: what does it mean to be good enough?

Monday, July 20, 2009

to buy a parking sticker?

mostly settled into the new apartment. feeling good about the change. feeling good about my cubbyhole. shortest post ever.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

one of the things i hate most in life.

the process of moving.
everything about it just sucks.
there are things that make it better:
julie(s), nathan, chad and nick helping.

side note: i'm moving into a closet.
(think: armington ra room)
more details to come.

ps. thanks for the calls, hugs and emails
regarding my work tears.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

he knows my name.

he's always been one of my favorites even though he's never taken a liking toward me. and he always does the same exact thing: stands in line, smirks and asks for the plain (no brown sugar, no raisins) stuff, with a heaping pile, two scoops please. and a plate underneath. and please don't touch it.

once he arrives back at his seat he spoons the oatmeal onto his plate and folds his napkin just so. the oatmeal gets spread out and he slowly takes a bite just after cleaning off his spoon. everything is very precise. very very precise. he has never been friendly: no smile, no small talk, nothing. i was never offended, always intrigued.

and then he disapeared. for six months. there was nothing i could do except hope for him to come back.

and finally about a month ago he showed up again and he's like a whole new person. (or has a new set of medications.) lately i've been brainstorming with the crew: "what can i ask him today? help me think of something open ended? i want a conversation!" they just laugh at me as i get nervous. today i told him to "take care" as he left. he responded, "you too, emily." i about wet my pants right then and there. HE KNOWS MY NAME?! i think i just died and went to oatmeal heaven. i love thursdays.

**side note: my brother just emailed me and explained that this post makes me sound like i want a date with this guy. FALSE. this is a man who is probably in his forties and most likely has ocd personality disorder. two things i'm not really interested in. at all.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

i was wondering how long this would take.

it was only the sixth day at work and it finally happened: i broke down in the bathroom. why the bathroom? because no one can see me in the bathroom. i just started crying as i stared at myself in the mirror, helpless. the whole ordeal lasted about four minutes and i finally wiped off my smudged liner and tried to just breathe. what i was crying about is going to be a consistent issue for me, at least for the first six months of this job: i feel so inadequate. i am overwhelmed by what i have to learn that it's paralyzing me. i don't know what i'm doing.

self care is a huge topic at work. as i left last night, my supervisor said, "emily, what are you going to do to take care of yourself tonight?" i paused. i had no idea. i told him i'd get back to him.

as i got on my scooter, (which had a nail in the tire. bad, bad news.) i knew what i was going to do to take care of myself: purchase an eight dollar pint (yes, i said pint) of my favorite ice cream from bi-rite. half a pint later, i felt better.


Tuesday, July 14, 2009

you don't owe me jack.

i haven't read the organic God, but i've been told i'd dig it. this quote makes me want to read it now:

"The times in my life when I get the most hurt in relationships, the moments when I am most tempted to pull back, are when my expectations are out of line. When I expect someone to respond in one way and they choose another, I get disappointed or hurt.

Jesus offers a word of wisdom and encouragement: drop your expectations. I have interpreted this in my own life to mean that people cannot give you what they do not have.

Whatever the reason, when I realize that they did not give what they did not have, I am set free. In my heart, I can be kind again.

A renewal or restoration takes place when I give up the sense that I am owed something. I am able to give freely, not expecting anything in return. I can put aside the fear of exploitation."

just when i think i know someone, i'm surprised. it's something new, something different. however, when i sit down and really think about it: i'm not surprised at all.

in this next season, i am committing to dropping my expectations and sticking to my boundaries. thanks for the consistent reminder, mm.

Monday, July 13, 2009

"isn't it cool that we're going to know each other when we're eighty?"

yes, julie, it is cool. it blows my mind.

it's been a long year since julie's last birthday. we've both grown a ton and she continues to teach me more about integrity, generosity and humility. and for that, i get to publicly embarrass her. because i love her that much.

happy twentyfifth. ytbe.

Sunday, July 12, 2009

seventyfive days until go time.

one of my favorite people in the world is getting hitched on september nineteenth and to celebrate we spent the weekend in napa. bachelorette parties wouldn't be complete with out games, girl talk, wine, sunning by the pool, two hour naps and hot air balloon rides. alright, maybe the hot air balloon ride was an added bonus.

back: deb, julie, sarah, wimberly, pryor. front: kelly, liz, mary flynn, me.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

i'm really starting to hate july.

minus the bachelorette party weekend, starting a new job, bridal showers galore, jeffrey's wedding, and the family camping trip.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

happy "thirtysecond" birthday, michele.

i hope that when i'm your age, i'm close to half the person you are. seriously.

you are an incredible role model.

Monday, July 6, 2009

i never forget the dessert.

whenever i cook for community group i try my best to accommodate all the food allergies: no peanuts, no dairy, no glutton. i think it's a challenge, almost like a puzzle, really. and with starting the new job, finishing my last class, terminating with my other clients, friends visiting, and trying to move, my life has been a little stressful. [just a little.]

and tonight.. i forgot the dessert. i know this doesn't sound like a big deal, but it is. to me. it's evidence that my life feels out of control. i am adding things to my day and still trying to figure out what to subtract.

as i sit here in the dark, i remind myself that this is part of transition and part of change. instead of feeling paralyzed by all that's going on, i am choosing to reframe and look for a different perspective. i think i'll start with this verse from sam beam's trapeze swinger:

"please, remember me...
i'm in the fallen trees.
fast asleep...
my misery."

maybe next time i won't forget the dessert. but if i do, it's okay. i am giving myself permission to forget it on purpose. i think that's a better expectation to have, don't you agree?

Sunday, July 5, 2009

operation tabby cat.

my vocabulary is so limited. the only word that comes to mind when thinking about friday and saturday is fun:
having shonna here was fun.
poleng was fun.
face flap photos was fun.
madrone was fun.
calling becky was fun.
calling nick was fun.
mission beach cafe was fun.
getting ready with my bestie was fun.
running for the bus was fun.
the bbq was fun.
grilling was fun.
kings cup was fun.
operation tabby cat was fun[ny].
ryan in denial was fun[ny].
double dutch was fun.
frozen yogurt and the curiosity shoppe was fun.

of course there were things that weren't so fun:
big mouthed boys.
the ride home.

overall: an eight. lisa is about to get here so that bumps life up to a ten.

Saturday, July 4, 2009

eat yourself some watermelon.

happy fourth of july from my two year old nephew, samuel.

photo credit: his mama, autumn.

Friday, July 3, 2009

the best city to people watch: yan.

kyle and i weren't getting anything accomplished when yan was exercising on the street while waiting for the bus. turns out he caught us laughing at him so he came in to chat it up. he decided we both don't smoke, and we should learn mandarin-- he could teach us, of course. he offered us his number. we declined. when asked about his exercising, he responded: "i don't waste time. i keep it." genius.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

bring this into your vocabulary.

main entry: therwear
pronunciation: \ther-wer\
function: noun
date: 2009

: garments worn by therapists.

therapists CANNOT wear flashy. they have to be semi-boring. most fit into the mold of therwear. ya know, it's the looser fitting, earth tones that aren't revealing in any way, shape or form. floral patterned floor length dresses work well, too.

if you wear h&m it's distracting. if you wear a suit you're over dressed. if you have cleavage you're creating transference. it's best to wear a monotone top, pants, and very little jewelry. it's even better if you're a man and you can grow a beard.

pretty much: being a therapist equals dressing boring.
look out world, here i come.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

welcome to the real world, emily jeanne.

i'm back in it.
in it to win it.
it's the real world, baby.
the life of nine to five.

i think i will officially have an adjustment disorder for the next six months.

thanks for the help, friends who cook me dinner and let me be the brutally honest - tactless - "bitch" that i am. i don't do nice. is authentic okay with you?