going to the chapel...
So, my friend Jen is officially married. Seems so strange that it is all over now (it’s not over; there’s just less intentional preparation for the rest of life). The ceremony was perfect. It was beautiful and simple and intimate. The officiating person was genuine and even funny. No one fell (hooray for me!).
Public speaking makes me nervous. I hate it. A lot. In college I would write my speeches the class before I had to give the speech. Not a good idea. There was only one I was passionate about and actually prepared for. It’s not surprising that it was my best speech. For the last several months I’d been thinking about what I would say when toasting to Jen and Tobin. What I came up with was something short and sweet. It didn’t come out exactly as planned, but was better than what I feared.
I don’t dance, or at least not very well. Slow songs I can get away with having no rhythm, but you can’t really do that on more upbeat songs. I’m used to being a wallflower, that way I don’t have to deal with people looking at me and making fun of me. I did convince myself that most of these people were my friends and so I danced a little. It was still kind of daunting, but I ended up having fun.
After sleeping in the morning after the wedding I spent most of the better part of Saturday helping my brother. We took him to do his laundry and then I sewed his jeans and he then made us a yummy dinner--Grilled chicken with roasted peppers, green beans, corn, and baked potatoes. I remember when he used to ask me to make him grilled cheese sandwiches. It’s pretty cool to realize that he has grown and changed just as I have these last several years.
I was still so tired from the previous several days busy-ness that I fell asleep while watching Stranger than Fiction, after having just seen Man of the Year. I slept on the loveseat until I woke up at like 7:30 with the sun peeking through the window and then slept another few hours in my super comfy bed while Tim snoozed on this huge air matress that took up my entire living room floor. On Sunday Tim and I went to the late service at Crossroads. What happened there was different than I’d ever seen before. I may have to write about it later; I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it. It was about receiving; a very interesting topic.
Jen called me on Sunday to tell me that one of the guys that I danced with “has a crush” on me. From the conversations that we were having I could sense something, but wasn’t sure to what extent he was thinking about things. Maybe his interest will be fleeting, but it is flattering to have someone like you. I had a conversation with a friend about a year ago in which I said that I now realize that I’m particularly vulnerable when it comes to relationships with guys and that I need to be aware of this and be careful with my heart. I’m a little surprised at how rational I am about this guy showing interest in me. Maybe I’m thinking too long term, but that’s what I want—a long term something. I’m having a hard time believing that this person has the same kinds of beliefs that I do about faith, about loving people, and about life in general. And, maybe that’s because I still think that someone else does or that someone else will.
It’s been a whirlwind of activity lately. Actually, I’m not sure I’m very good at making myself be still. Maybe I should take up yoga or something. I keep saying that I need a vacation…three weeks would be great. One week to clean and take care of all the things I don’t make time for; one week to vacation somewhere, and one week to relax. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
Public speaking makes me nervous. I hate it. A lot. In college I would write my speeches the class before I had to give the speech. Not a good idea. There was only one I was passionate about and actually prepared for. It’s not surprising that it was my best speech. For the last several months I’d been thinking about what I would say when toasting to Jen and Tobin. What I came up with was something short and sweet. It didn’t come out exactly as planned, but was better than what I feared.
I don’t dance, or at least not very well. Slow songs I can get away with having no rhythm, but you can’t really do that on more upbeat songs. I’m used to being a wallflower, that way I don’t have to deal with people looking at me and making fun of me. I did convince myself that most of these people were my friends and so I danced a little. It was still kind of daunting, but I ended up having fun.
After sleeping in the morning after the wedding I spent most of the better part of Saturday helping my brother. We took him to do his laundry and then I sewed his jeans and he then made us a yummy dinner--Grilled chicken with roasted peppers, green beans, corn, and baked potatoes. I remember when he used to ask me to make him grilled cheese sandwiches. It’s pretty cool to realize that he has grown and changed just as I have these last several years.
I was still so tired from the previous several days busy-ness that I fell asleep while watching Stranger than Fiction, after having just seen Man of the Year. I slept on the loveseat until I woke up at like 7:30 with the sun peeking through the window and then slept another few hours in my super comfy bed while Tim snoozed on this huge air matress that took up my entire living room floor. On Sunday Tim and I went to the late service at Crossroads. What happened there was different than I’d ever seen before. I may have to write about it later; I’m still trying to wrap my mind around it. It was about receiving; a very interesting topic.
Jen called me on Sunday to tell me that one of the guys that I danced with “has a crush” on me. From the conversations that we were having I could sense something, but wasn’t sure to what extent he was thinking about things. Maybe his interest will be fleeting, but it is flattering to have someone like you. I had a conversation with a friend about a year ago in which I said that I now realize that I’m particularly vulnerable when it comes to relationships with guys and that I need to be aware of this and be careful with my heart. I’m a little surprised at how rational I am about this guy showing interest in me. Maybe I’m thinking too long term, but that’s what I want—a long term something. I’m having a hard time believing that this person has the same kinds of beliefs that I do about faith, about loving people, and about life in general. And, maybe that’s because I still think that someone else does or that someone else will.
It’s been a whirlwind of activity lately. Actually, I’m not sure I’m very good at making myself be still. Maybe I should take up yoga or something. I keep saying that I need a vacation…three weeks would be great. One week to clean and take care of all the things I don’t make time for; one week to vacation somewhere, and one week to relax. Sounds good, doesn’t it?
1 Comments:
A whirlwind is right! FYI, the guy who was interested is still interested. He just mentioned yesterday that he would like for us all to hang out in a group setting so he can get to know you better. :) I can't blame him...after all, you're fabulous!
Know what else was fabulous? Your speach AND your dancing. Yup. It's the truth.
Talk to you soon! When are we getting together??
Oh yeah, and that recieve thing at Crossroads...is it part of the Kingdom Experiment? That's where what we're doing at Bridgetown too. We must be on the same week in the series.
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