Today I'm supposed to write about my three worst traits. Depressing. My number one worst trait is that I am always late. To school, to work, to social events, to church. Even when just trying to run errands for myself, I am usually behind my intended schedule. It's horrible. It makes me anxious. It makes me impatient and unsafe when I drive. I know it's disrespectful toward those who have to wait for me when I'm tardy. It's unprofessional. It's sick really. I don't know how or why I turned into the late person. I guess it's always been a part of my character {like I used to arrive late to school every day of senior year, because I could - even though it made my poor younger sister late to class}, but it's gotten worse in recent years. I think, at the heart of it, I feel entitled to run my schedule the way I want, often cramming in activities and tasks I didn't really make proper time for, and then justifying it when I run late and inconvenience other people's schedules. In my mind, I'm like "oh well... I'm like five minutes late but I sent that email and folded all the laundry and read my Bible..." as if reading my Bible at the expense of someone else's time is really something to be proud of. Okay, I am supposed to talk about three traits, but I am so annoyed with my late trait that I can't even think of others... I guess if I had to pick two others it would be my tendency to have a harsh, ungentle tongue with people I'm close to {i.e. my mom and Micah} and the idolizing of my own schedule {getting annoyed with interruptions to my day and unexpected tasks and events}. I could just end it here and say "I suck. I hate these things about myself. I've tried to change, but I've failed many, many times." Or I could slap my sin in the face with truth... and that is what I am going to do. These sins are real. My schedule is my idol. I am late because "getting things done" is my god and interruptions wreck me because they interfere with my other god... my "to do list." My harsh speech is also sinful. The Bible says that "a gentle tongue is a tree of life" {Proverbs 15:4} and "the tongue is a fire, a world of unrighteousness" that can control the whole body {James 3:6}. My hasty words and my tardiness put Christ on the cross. They might seem like minor flaws, but they are simply visible symptoms of a whole mess of selfishness, pride, and entitlement in my heart. Blech. But here is the thing. I can change. Not by my own will, of course, but with the power of the Holy Spirit in me, I can be on time. And I can accept unexpected changes to my schedule with joy and grace. And I can speak gentle, life-giving words. Since I am in Christ, His Spirit dwells in me. This is the same Spirit that raised Christ from the dead. A Spirit that can raise the dead can surely teach my heart to put other people's schedules ahead of my own. I'm not saying I'm going to turn into a person who always shows up early just by clicking publish on this post. But I can and will change. It will take discipline and perseverance and probably some uncomfortable sacrifice. And I will probably mess up quite a few times as I travel this road of repentance. But I will succeed. Because Jesus has already gained victory over my sin, and I am going to watch that victory redeem my worst traits as I stumble through life on this earth and fall time and time again into the Arms of Grace. ... Read more
Things I’ve Learned from Strangers…
I'm going to do a slight variation on today's post. Instead of "things I've learned that school can't teach you" I'm going to tell you about three things I've learned from strangers. Well... not strangers exactly. Just people who used to be close friends or good acquaintances of some sort, but are now completely removed from my life. And yet... I still follow some strange piece of advice they gave me long ago. Example #1: One of my college roommates was named Kate. We lived together for one and a half years. Sadly, I never see her anymore. We still have mutual friends in Fort Worth and I stumbled across her blog last year and read through it to catch up on her life. But we just haven't really stayed in touch. I love her and miss her, but I don't even have her phone number or email address, so she's practically a stranger now. However, Kate taught me something I have never forgotten that still impacts my life to this day... the necessity to buy ADA (American Dental Association) accepted toothpaste. One time when we were mere 19 year-olds, Kate pointed out that the majority of toothpastes sold in stores are not even approved or recommended by professional dentists. And she was right. If you go down the toothpaste aisle at your local Target, you will find that fewer than half of the pastes for sale have a logo that looks like this... Does it really matter if a toothpaste is ADA accepted? I don't know. Probably not, in fact, considering most people probably use non-approved toothpastes for years. However, I still take Kate's advice to heart and I only buy toothpaste with the symbol above. My teeth and gums would like to thank her. Example #2: During my freshman year of college, my friend Sheena and I worked at the TCU rec center. Actually, she worked there, as an assistant to Damien, the man who ran all the intramural sports at the university. I kinda worked for him too. For like a week. I somehow got myself hired to paint new lines on the intramural play fields. The only thing I remember about this job is that I had to paint chalk lines on the fields in the middle of a hot September Texas day and I pretty much wanted to die. Oh, and I got to drive a golf cart. The end. I think I ended up quitting that job because I got hired as an editor for the school paper a few weeks later. But I did paint that one stupid field before my resignation. Except that's not really the end. Although I don't think I ever saw this Damien fellow again after my freshman year of college, he left one lasting piece of wisdom with me... never use the hip abduction and adduction machines at the gym. These are the machines I'm talking about... and yes, that's what I look like when I work out. When he first hired Sheena and me, Damien gave us a tour of the rec center at TCU. As we walked past the hip abduction and adduction machines {which are side by side in almost every gym} he told us that they are actually bad for you and we should never use them. And sooo... I never have. I have no idea if Damien was telling the truth or if his claim was founded on any solid research. I simply believed him. And I still do to this day. I am a gym rat to the core. I love working out in an air-conditioned facility with machines and precise timers and strangers to compete against without them knowing. I run on the treadmill. I use the weight machines. But I never, ever use those stupid hip machines. Because Damien said not to, and over ten years later I'm still listening to him. Example #3: My friend Alison has had more impact on my fashion sense and personal style than any other person I know. We became good friends the last two years of college, around the time I started making enough money to buy high quality clothes and began developing my own style that wasn't just a reflection of what teenagers thought was cool. Mainly, I fell in love with Banana Republic, gold buttons, lace details, and pointy toed shoes. It was the start of the "granny chic" style that still defines me today. And Alison had quite a bit to do with this. We didn't dress exactly alike by any means {she's a bit trendier than me}, but she was a great shopper and very conscious about wearing clothes that were high quality and flattering. She taught me so much about curating one's closet and one's style. She also taught me one specific fashion rule... never wear long skirts. Now this was long before maxi skirts came into style, so if anyone wore long skirts at the time of her advice they were probably a hippie or home-schooled or something. But Alison was adamant. She insisted long skirts would come into style again. And that they should NEVER be worn. She believed they were horrible and unflattering on just about every body type. So when long skirts and dresses started hitting the stores in 2009, I was resistant. No long skirts. Alison, whom I hadn't seen in at least two years, had warned me and I was going to hold strong. One of my best friends even bought a gorgeous long dress from Anthropologie that she wore to her engagement party, but I was sure I'd never do such a thing, even though the dress was stylish and flattering. It wasn't until the spring of 2011, after maxi dresses had been on trend for about two years, that I let Micah convince me to try on a long dress. To my utter surprise, I actually liked it and bought it. And since then I have bought a handful of long skirts and dresses. Kendi // Sydney So, in a sense, I guess I haven't followed Alison's advice. But, then again, I think I have. Long dresses and skirts are dangerous territory. They don't look good on everyone and only some styles look good on me. I embrace the long skirt, but with caution. Alison taught me well. So what about you? Is there any advice or wisdom you still follow from a long-lost friend? ... Read more
To the Biking Buffoons
This is a follow-up to my jaywalker post. Just to clarify, I didn't really ever hit a jaywalker. But if I gave an idiot a gentle, non-harming bump in the road anywhere in Phoenix {where jaywalkers happen to be exceptionally stupid}, I don't know if I would feel that bad about it. But my real issues are not with the jaywalkers. No. My problem is with cyclists. Entitled bike riders who want all the privileges of pedestrians and cars, yet yield to neither. They make me sick. {via} I am not an experienced cyclist by any means. I did my first sprint-tri this past fall and it was my first time using a road bike of any sort. I was super slow and cautious and uncomfortable on that wobbly two-wheeled contraption. But I know a few things about riding a bike in the road... namely, if you want to be in the road with the cars, you have to act like a car... meaning you need to follow driving rules. If you want to be up on the sidewalk with pedestrians, you have to act like a pedestrian. You can't have it both ways. So this is my rant to every entitled cyclist everywhere... especially the ones around ASU. If you are cycling in the street, you have to follow the same rules the cars do. You have to stop at red lights and stop signs, use a turn signal {aka your arms}, and yield to pedestrians. This is what you should not do... ride in the bike lane, cruising at 20+ mph alongside the cars on their morning commute down University Avenue. As you approach one of the busy main intersections in front of America's largest university, you notice the light turn yellow. As the cars to your left start to slow down, you speed up. Because, hey, you're a bike and you can do anything you want, right? The light turns red before you get to the intersection, but you have no intention of stopping. As thirty pedestrians - tired students on their way to classes, faculty headed to the administration building, maybe even a mom with a stroller out for a morning walk - step into the crosswalk at the beckoning of the little white man on the sign, they move forward step by step, believing in the illusion of safety. These are not jaywalkers. These are America's best and brightest - the kids who show up to 8am college classes and know to cross the street at a crosswalk. And here you come on your bike, with your pride and ignorance, barreling through like you own the street, the bike lane, the traffic signal and the WORLD. It's not pretty, you biking buffoon, and I don't like you one bit. ... Read more
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