A Letter To Myself

dear self,

we want to get better. it’s just that…sometimes you’re too tired or weary or…overwhelmed. so let me help with that by writing a nifty letter to you (aka me) that you can read when you’re feeling tired/weary/overwhelmed/something else.

first of all, we are not schizophrenic. it’s difficult to write to myself without getting all confused about who’s who, even though we’re just me. (see??) so to keep things simple, i am you, you are me, and we are we. got it? >_> uh. moving on.

we are going to set some goals. (i.e. Past Me is setting goals for Future Me—and don’t hate, cos Present Me is the one who’s gonna have to do all the work! yes, yes, i see the discrepancy there…but with every word typed, the author changes from Present Me to Past Me so…[those two might actually have a personality disorder…])

where was i? setting some goals. okay, yes. and you have a tendency to get…shall we say, over-zealous? oh uh-uh, it is ALL you, sister! i’m the one who keeps you in check! like i’m doing now! *cough* so anyway, you tend to get over-zealous so i’m going to try to keep this underwhelming. trust me, there will come a day (sooner than you think) when you will feel quite overwhelmed and perhaps even resentful toward me for setting these REASONABLE goals. thus, the letter to accompany it, with lots of encouragement and friendly reminders as to why we’re doing this in the first place.

so, without further ado, here they are:

1. exercise a minimum of 3 times a week.
i know, i know, you want to exercise EVERY DAY! remember what i said about being over-zealous? no? *points* right then, so 3 times a week is quite REASONABLE. go every day if you want to, but only 3 days are required to achieve this goal.
aaand…THE REASON WHY is because
a.) you’ll feel better in your body
b.) it will help fend off depression.
there will be weeks that you won’t want to exercise AT ALL. please, please, pretty-please DO IT ANYWAY. i really promise that it will stink to make yourself do it but i ALSO really promise that you will not regret it. not once. SO DO IT.

2. try to cut out sugar as much as possible.
i know how you do with ambiguous boundaries so let me get more specific. (no, i am not blaming everything on you!!! we’re the same person! stop—would you just let me finish please?? man…)
a.) only eat straight candy twice per week, preferably with a day or two in between. single portions, ONCE per allowed day.
b.) only drink tea with sugar twice per week, preferably with a day or two in between. want more tea than that? use honey. or stevia.
c.) limit the rest of your sugar intake to cereal in the mornings and one sugar-with-fat dessert per DAY—only on weekends (cereal all week but dessert on weekends).

THE REASON WHY: we have discovered that sugar negatively impacts your moods. you will FEEL BETTER if you moderate considerably. note that this goal leaves plenty of room for sweets! so there’s no need to get all mopey and hyper-focused on sugarsugarsugar-i-want-sugar-now-and-all-the-time! no, i know you. i AM you. we totally do that. so don’t.

i shouldn’t even be writing this right now. i should be enforcing this goal. but we’ll start tomorrow, cos if i don’t finish this now, you’ll use that as a reason tomorrow for completely ignoring this whole thing and i know you think you want to do that, but you really don’t. Present Me wants to, no doubt. but Future Me definitely does not. (Past Me could care less.)
so. go to sleep—the goal is specifically this: go to sleep by 10pm. absolutely no later. c’mon, the self-discipline will be good for you. (seriously. we are way too lacking in that. see, i blamed both of us that time so you know it’s bad.) 10pm—phone off, lights out. there is absolutely NO REASON not to meet this goal every night!!! even your Bible study is over by 8:30pm!! in bed at 10pm! period. (no kindle. no phone. no nuthin’. close your eyes. at 10pm.)

THE REASON WHY: this one is the most obvious but i know on your night-owly nights, you’ll need it spelled out for yourself again: you. feel. miserable. if. you. don’t. go. to. sleep. before. midnight.
capice? or is it capiche? capeesh? whatever. you know what i mean.

really truly, self, i am not trying to steer you wrong; i know you can hear the wheedling sincerity in my tone right now. (sorry. i know wheedling annoys you.) you will really feel better if you do *just* these three things! really.
really better, physically and emotionally. and the sense of accomplishment from meeting your goals will be bonus. you’ll start to feel like maybe you’re a teensy bit self-disciplined! it’ll be great! really, it will.

so when you feel like giving up, give yourself some grace. don’t give up for more than a day. read this letter to yourself. make your darling husband read it to you in a funny voice (cos if nothing else, the endorphins from laughing will do some good). grace for a day, push yourself the next. okay?

you won’t regret this. i promise.

i have just as much to lose as you do, if i’m wrong. and you know i’m not. ;)

me, myself, and i.
aka The Royal We


When I Feel Desperate Without Vision…You Wrap Around Me Like A Winter Coat

From a non-Christian’s perspective:

+ I have a diabolical plan to convert as many people to “my religion” as possible, so I can move up in the pyramid scheme of Christianity.
+ I’m manipulative and sneaky, and everyone around me is being slowly brainwashed as I subject them to my “religious drivel”. 
+ I’m a tryant-in-training, with a long-term goal of taking away everyone’s freedom and forcing them to obey rigid rules and regulations.
What’s really happening:
+ I believe Hell is real and I cry sometimes, thinking about the reality that not all of my friends and loved ones will be in Heaven with me. I can’t even walk into a Starbucks without being aware of the fact that every single one of those people will end up in Heaven or Hell. Everyone has an eternal destination.
+ I’m terrified of pushing someone even further from the life-saving truth, so I post Bible verses and inspirational quotes in the hopes that the Holy Spirit will move on their behalf and help them to see the reality of a Creator who loves us.
+ I’m learning to be like Jesus, with a long-term goal of freeing people from Satan’s deception so they can experience the joy that comes from “reading the manual” of life, as God wrote it. And I screw up royally sometimes.
I’m realizing that I’m a closet-evangelist. I don’t like Bible-thumpers and I don’t want to be a Bible-thumper, but in recent days, it’s becoming clear to me that no matter how honest, sincere, and loving I am in the sharing of my beliefs, 
+ there will be people who perceive me as a Bible-thumper, even a hateful, racist, bigoted one
+ there will be people who disagree with me
+ there will be people who (thankfully) love me in spite of disagreeing with me
+ there will be people who suddenly decide to hate me
+ there will be people who twist what I say to make it sound as hateful as possible
+ there will be people who try to use scripture against me, but use it incorrectly and then refuse to be enlightened on its contextual meaning. 
Jesus said the world will hate His followers, because the world hates HIM. And that helps. It prepares me for the sting of harsh words, for the sucker-punch of lies being told about me, for the pain of losing friends. 
But nothing soothes more than this: every hateful word, every rebuttal, every attack is a radar reading — it says I’m being heard. It means that someone else out there is quietly taking it all in and God is working in that person. And ultimately, all the hate that people think I’m spewing, that usually gets turned back on me? It gets turned into love: one more person who discovers the love that God has had for them all along. It turns into joy: angels rejoice every time someone decides to trust Jesus. It turns into freedom: one less person that Satan gets to destroy. 
I will not give up in sharing my faith, because in due time, I will reap a harvest. People will know the truth and the truth will set them free. The numbers I reach will be a pittance compared to people like Paul and Mother Theresa, but it will be more than none and that is enough to keep me going. Because Hell is real and I don’t want anyone I love to go there. I don’t even want my enemies to go there. ♥
What can I do with my obsession?
With the things I cannot see
Is there madness in my being?
Is it wind that blows the trees?
Sometimes You’re further than the moon
Sometimes You’re closer than my skin
And You surround me like a winter fog
You’ve come and burned me with a kiss
And my heart burns for You
And my heart burns
And I’m so filthy with my sin
I carry pride like a disease
You know I’m stubborn God and I’m longing
to be close
You burn me deeper than I know
I feel lonely without hope
I feel desperate without vision
You wrap around me like a winter coat
You come and free me like a bird
And my heart burns for You
And my heart burns for You

a pencil will do. (some paper, too.)

here’s my first installment of the comic strip i started drawing. it’s actually a remake of one i drew several years ago. i’ve been brainstorming a name for it but so far, nothing strikes my fancy; i would *love* to hear suggestions! also, bear with me — i’m still figuring out the best method for transferring from paper to blog. for now, if you can’t see the words clearly enough, click on the image and it will take you to a larger version. :)



Tell-Tale Signs Your House Contains Tiny People

1. There are moltings of Tiny People Shells everywhere. Especially the pieces that cover the torso, the legs, and the feet. See fig.1 below.

2. The toilet is always pre-filled, saving you the trouble of having to put something in it before you flush.

3. Various surfaces that were formerly smooth are now sticky, so you really CAN re-use those Post-It notes over and over, in specific spots.

4. Miniature versions of everything are taking over your house. It’s like a miniature invasion of miniature armies, whose nefarious schemes are so tiny, they’re happy with just taking over the house, rather than the whole world. See fig.2 below.

5. The following description sounds more glorious than a trip to see the Seven Wonders of the World:

qui·et /kwīt/
adjective: Making little or no noise.
noun: Absence of noise or bustle; silence; calm.
verb: Make or become silent, calm, or still.

6. The carpet has built-in massage capabilities, if you walk over it barefoot, and the windows have ‘privacy facilitators’, also known as ‘smudges and fingerprints’.

7. And last, but most definitely not least—there is never a dull moment; rather, there are moments of tears, moments of temper, moments of craziness, moments of mess, moments of “WHAT did you just flush down the toilet??” and moments of negotiation (i.e. “Eat this half and you can go play”, “Play nice with your brother or you’re not playing at all”, “ALL the toys have to be picked up, not ‘some’—this is not a negotiation!”). However, there are also moments of sweet, moments of precious, moments of hilarious, and moments of “You did not just say that in public!”—that last one fits into the Sweet And Precious category because, years from now, it WILL be a treasured memory and a favorite at family reunions, first dates, and wedding rehearsals.

If you can relate to one or more of the above, your house most likely contains Tiny People. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on the day), there is no remedy. It’s a condition that must run its course and, more often than not, it’s a condition one gets so accustomed to, that oddly enough, it is missed when it has finally gone. ♥


How I Made Facebook Stop Hurting My Heart

In the Beginning, Facebook was for friends. It was a safe place for putting it all out there without having to drive to your friend’s house at three in the morning. Parties lasted for weeks after they were over through the pictures that were posted and the comments that were made. Dating was sweeter, friendship was deeper, and skipping class was an organized crime. Facebook was GOOD.

Then one day, suddenly, Facebook exploded. With no warning, all of your stuff was suddenly visible to your mother, your boss, and your girlfriend’s dad. Those pictures of you at the local diner with straws hanging out your nose were no longer hilarious — they were mortifying. The sweet, romantic pictures of you and your girlfriend snuggling in the backseat of your best friend’s dad’s convertible on the way to the beach — well, let’s just say one dad raging about his precious baby is bad enough; you were *positive* your friend got permission to take the car out!

It took no time at all for Facebook to become very, very BAD.

The good news is, it *can* be good again. And I’m going (to attempt) to show you how.

This blog entry had a bazillionty different titles before I started. Why I Hate Facebook; How Facebook Hurts; The Evils Of Facebook; Why Facebook Is Bad For Your Heart (The Metaphorical One, Not The Physical One). I actually really liked that last one but it was too long and, quite frankly, it was beside the point. Because we all hate Facebook, we all know how Facebook hurts, EVERYONE agrees that Facebook is evil, and if you sat and thought about it for long enough, you could come to your very own conclusions as to why Facebook is bad for your heart. The point REALLY is: How To Make It Stop. And since my methods might not work for everyone, I picked the title How *I* Made It Stop. (That’s a paraphrase really. If you’ve gotten this far, you already know what the title is.)

I’m not going to bother giving the whole backstory of when I realized Facebook was making me miserable or how long I vacillated between posting too much on Facebook and disappearing from it for days. It’s likely so close to your own story, telling my version of it would just take up unnecessary amounts of time. We’ve both done enough unnecessary time-wasting on Facebook so let’s try to avoid that here.

What follows are the steps that I personally took to make Facebook work for me without having to delete my account and sever all connections to the online world (which I actually tried once. And it sort of worked, except for the part that I no longer knew ANYTHING that was happening in my friends’ lives. This is a separate problem with Facebook that I’ll maybe address at a later time).

Step 1: Open your newsfeed. Start reading.

Step 2: Unsubscribe* from every person whose posts make your stomach feel wonky. (Or your heart).

Step 3: Next, go to your subscriptions list (click your own name to go to your own profile and then click on the link ‘Subscriptions’ right under your profile picture).

Step 4: Unsubscribe** from every person on the list who makes your stomach or your heart feel wonky.

Step 5: Go to https://www.facebook.com/bookmarks/lists. Click on the button in the upper right-hand corner that says ‘+ Create List’.

Step 6: Name your list something that communicates to you that these people are safe, they love you, and you want to share your life with them. You could try something like “People Who Love Me” or “Teddy Bear Therapy”. ;)

Step 7: This step is the most important because it’s the hardest one to do. Are you ready? Only add people to this list that don’t make your stomach or your heart feel wonky!!! It will be hard, at first, to figure out who these people are. You’ll add a bunch and then change your mind and take some off. You’ll skip some and then go back to add them. Here’s my advice: If your finger doesn’t AUTOMATICALLY start clicking on a person before your brain even registers what’s happening, they should not be on your list. In other words, if you have to think about it, you probably shouldn’t.

Step 8: Promise yourself that for one week, you won’t post ANY pictures or status updates to ANY LIST except this one list***. After one week is over, you may realize you never want to post anything to your entire friends list ever again. Or, if you’re like me, you may decide that you don’t mind sharing something “publicly” every so often but the majority of your stuff will go to The One List (to rule them all…*giggle*).

Step 9: At the end of one week, evaluate how you feel about Facebook. You *should* feel better. If there’s still wonkiness, you either need to unsubscribe from some more people or you need to take some folks off of your One List.

Now, this is by no means a one-size-fits-all program. (*snicker* Program. Isn’t that great? Doesn’t that sound so official?? *cough* Sorry, I’m getting a little carried away. The giddiness that comes from freeing yourself up can make you act a little funny.) So here are some things to keep in mind, if you decide to try this 9-step Program. (*grin*)

  • Unsubscribing from people can be just as hard as picking folks for your One List. Keep in mind that you can visit their profile anytime to see what they’ve been up to. If they have ever posted anything at all that made you feel wonky, you NEED TO UNSUBSCRIBE in order to experience the full benefit of Facebook For Friends Only. (Yes, I just came up with that name. I think it’s perfect. FFFO for short.) The advantage to forcing yourself to visit their profile in order to see what they’ve been up to is that you’re never subjected to their posts when your stomach is already feeling wonky. You have 100% control over your exposure to them. This is healthy!
  • Sometimes, I have to temporarily unsubscribe from someone. Maybe they’re posting too much about politics or they’re just being plain negative. Do what you need to do (privately, without making people feel lousy) in order to make your Facebook as edifying as possible. Don’t feel bad if you’re one of my best friends and you have to unsubscribe from ME for a little while! Just don’t tell me that you had to. ;)
  • Facebook SHOULD be for friends only, but it has turned into a giant networking scheme. You can actually use this to your advantage by segregating your posts so that professional connections see things that friend connections don’t see and vice versa. You can post pictures of straws up your nose and have it be hilarious again. You can post pictures of yourself in the awful sweater Aunt Martha sent you for Christmas that only SHE can see (and she doesn’t have to know she’s the only one who can see it)! There’s actually a lot of power hidden in Facebook’s unfriendly labyrinth-like interface; you just have to know where to look. I’m happy to help anyone who asks.
  • There are a million and one reasons why Facebook might be making you feel overwhelmed or depressed. This 9-step program does NOT cover all of them. It might be as simple as: You need to spend less time on Facebook and more time in real-life connections. Schedule some coffee dates. Set a timer when you get on Facebook. Make Friday “Facebook All Day” day and ignore it the rest of the week. Somehow, set boundaries for yourself so you’re not baring the neck of your life to Facebook’s vampire-like effects.
  • Lastly, but most importantly, Facebook is not for everyone. It’s OKAY to just leave it behind. Much like alcohol, it affects everyone differently. Some people get addicted, some people get sick, some people have a grand old time. If you’re not having a grand old time, try to figure out the reasons why and then address those reasons. (i.e. Moderation, filtration, etceteration)

Please feel free to share your own Facebook experiences in the comments. There are a lot of people out there who need to know they’re not the only ones. I realized several weeks ago that I was not the only one experiencing The Wonky Phenomenon when a friend posted to Facebook in a rare honest and heart-wrenching moment that Facebook makes her feel lonely. I really can’t put into words just how refreshing her confession was. And it was STUNNING how many people piped up and shared that they felt the exact same way!

It’s possible that you haven’t experienced any wonkiness ever, because of Facebook. If that’s the case, that’s WONDERFUL — and you are in the minority. So I would just ask you to please be careful how you post to Facebook. It’s true that you have a right to post whatever you want; since Facebook’s implementation of the nifty Unsubscribe feature, you have even more freedom to post whatever you want because hey, people can unsubscribe if they don’t like it, right? Right. Nevertheless, try to be nice. If you find yourself posting something and secretly hoping it makes someone jealous, you shouldn’t post it. If you’re upset with someone on your friends list, that status update box is NOT where it should get worked out. And the fact that you hardly ever look good in pictures does not give you the right to post the one good picture of you that also happens to make your best friend look fat.

Facebook is for friends. BE a friend. Don’t be mean. Don’t be spiteful. Don’t use it to spread your favorite flavor of propaganda. Use it to build friendships. Use it to make meaningful, healthy connections. You’ll find that life gets a lot more fulfilling when it’s not all about you and your latest Facebook post. ;)

Disclaimer: This post was not written about a certain person. It was not written TO a certain person. I can honestly say that the only people who came to mind when writing this post were the two people I mentioned. So if you’re afraid that I’m “secretly” condemning the way you use Facebook, I’m not. If you think I’m trying to find a catty way to let you know that I unsubscribed from you on Facebook, I’m not (and I probably didn’t). This post was inspired by people who have been hurt by Facebook (including myself) and it’s largely written FOR the people who have been hurt by Facebook. So if you’re feeling lousy about yourself, STOP. You’re the only one who knows your heart when you use Facebook so if you’re feeling condemned, you’re either hearing your own heart or you’re being paranoid. There’s an easy solution to both problems. ;)

* You unsubscribe from people in your newsfeed by hovering on their name and waiting for the pop-up menu to load. Then hover over the Subscribed button and scroll all the way down to “Unsubscribe”.
** You unsubscribe from people in your Subscriptions by hovering over the “Subscribed” button and scrolling all the way to the bottom for “Unsubscribe”.
*** There’s a drop-down area next to the POST button that lets you choose who can see the update. This is where you’d select your one list.

7 Things I’ve Learned From Social Media

1. If the person can’t see you, it’s okay to talk trash about them. In a public setting, this works best from under a table or around the corner.

2. Real names are not required.

3. If someone puts something out there, it’s up for grabs. You can comment on anything and everything, even if it’s a “private” side conversation on someone’s Facebook status.

4. Nobody cares about your personal opinion but everyone thinks you care about theirs.
     4a. Hiding behind a computer screen is free license to propagate your pet agenda.
     4b. Propogating your pet agenda in a public setting makes you an extremist.

5. Cool people “retweet” but being retweeted doesn’t necessarily mean you’re cool. It can definitely mean you said something reeeally stupid.

6. Everything is a contest. It’s imperative to your social standing that you constantly tag people in your status updates while listing all the cool stuff you did with them and/or how much fun you’re having with them. The last person to post a status like this is a rotten egg who has no friends. Unless you’re like me and you rebel against social trends – then you’re just a rotten egg and people who aren’t your friends don’t like you.

7. “Social networking” is just a fancy term for “I wanna be all up in yo biz.” “Friendship” is just a fancy term for “I want you all up in my biz.” Generally speaking, social networking and friendship don’t happen in the same place.

Share what social media has taught you! If you tend to go on like I do, limit your “lessons” to 7, too. ;)