Sunday, February 10, 2013

I Am A Fighter

I once heard a very wise man say...

"When people don't know what it is that they're supposed to fight for, they fight with each other."  

This statement has become so true in my life this past week.  Not that I'm necessarily a fighter, but I'm a grumbler, a wallower, and a complainer.  So in a way I fight with myself most of the time.  Fight with my mind, my brain, my body, and spend countless hours being irritated with the world around me.   

This week, after a long and rough seven months I was reminded what it is I am made to fight for.  What it is that I am supposed to invest my time in.  That is the joy, the freedom of others.  

On two occasions this week I invested myself in this fight, and what a difference it has made in my own life in return.  I've been happier, more peaceful, lighter, and less angry with the world.  I've been pushed to continue in this way.  I've extended more grace to others and judged less.  I've been joyful.  And none of this was because of anything that I did to myself or worked on to obtain, it was because of what I poured out for others.  What an amazing return on my investment.  I give, and through that giving I receive in return.  

I am a fighter.  

Sunday, February 3, 2013

My Brain

Each night I lay out my clothes before I go to bed.  I'm barely coherent in the afternoon, let alone the morning.  This is just one little step I eliminate from my morning in order to save time.  Something that takes me 3 minutes at night could take me 20 in the morning.  

Tonight I went to pick out my clothes.  Let face it, I wear the same three things 99% of the time, it's not that difficult.  But tonight the combination of dirty clothes plus the need for extra warmth during this wintry season made things difficult and I could not decide.  I chose on thing and laid it out, then chose something different and put that out that on top of the first choice, then chose a third thing and piled that on top, (just in case tomorrow morning I decide that one would be better of course.)  
I'm feeling indecisive.  

Now I'm in bed with a huge pile of clothes sitting on my chair awaiting for my morning decision.  That's when it occurred to me...I could have just left my wardrobe in it's drawers and chosen tomorrow, yet somehow in my mind this method makes so much more sense.  

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Welcome to my brain...

Please make sure you're seat belts are fastened and your tray tables are in the uprights position...
it's going to be a bumpy ride!



Sunday, January 27, 2013

My Foot

If you've seen me recently you might have noticed that I'm currently in a walking cast.
The first question that would typically follow this discovery is "Oh no, what happened!?!"
My response is usually very casually "Oh, I broke my foot."
Which is then almost always followed by "How did you do that!?!"

I hate this questions, mainly because there is no short answer for it and I don't want to give the long version to each person I see.  So, here it is.  

I have a stress fracture in my foot.  Stress fractures are normally caused from overuse (like runners, or sports players.)  The constant stress on the bones and muscles from overuse causes the bone to weaken and eventually forms a tiny crack.  I know what you're thinking...'I bet Marti's been secretly running all these years without telling anyone!'  I assure you this is not the case.  So what is it?

I have a muscular problem in my leg.  The muscles in the left leg are abnormally tight and overtime have put undue stress on certain parts of my foot.  Last year when I was dealing with an awful case of Plantar Fasciitis, it was due to the tension in my calf and fascia.  After almost a year of Physical Therapy and stretching the problem got better.  My Doctor thinks the amount of stretching I had to do last year affected the bones in my foot.  Muscles are attached to bones so when you stretch muscles, the bones feel it.  He thinks that with my foot/leg already having some other issues, that the stress put on the bones from stretching cause them to weaken and now break.  

I asked him how long a stress fracture normally takes to heal in a normal person.  This was his exact response... "in a normal person I wold expect it to heal in 6 to 8 week...but you're not normal."

I could be in this boot for awhile.  No need to ask me how it feels, it's doesn't really hurt at all.  It's just annoying.  I'm trying to ignore it.  Feel free to do so as well.  

Sunday, January 6, 2013

Children

So my mind is currently spinning and I can't stop thinking about my evening so I have to get it out of my head.  Thank you for being my outlet.

It's not often that I have children in my house.  In fact it's probably only been a handful of times that I've had the opportunity for kids to come over.  It's not that I don't like kids, (if you know me you know that statement is so far from who I really am it's laughable.)  It's more that I don't have people over.  I have entertaining anxiety.  If a roommate invites people over it's fine, it's on them.  But for me, I spend the entire time wondering if they're enjoying themselves or if they're counting the minutes until they can get out of crazy town.

Tonight I had an entire family over to my house.  It was sort of an impromptu get together because of some things I needed help getting done but none the less all 5 of them descended upon my humble abode.  I was nervous as I always am...but the joy of children in a home changes things.  It was so fun, and fascinating.  The things that kids can find joy in just astounds me.  My window candles from Christmas that I took out of the windows but have yet to put away.  Battery operated tea lights.  The few children's books that I keep on my shelf, and of course... Henry (the cat.)  He provided hours of entertainment for these tiny humans.  Activities that Vanessa and I usually only do for a few minutes to shut him up, they were entertained by for hours.  It was so fun to watch their excitement with things that I take for granted every day.

Some day I hope to have children of my own occupying my house and I'm sure then these little moments of fascination will become clouded by tasks like laundry, making dinner, bath time, breaking up fights, etc., but for today... it was pure joy.

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Welfare and iPhones

So this has been weighing on me recently and I realized that I have an outlet for this sort of thing and today I'm exercising my right to use it!

Please forgive me while I rant.

Recently I've been seeing some things on the Internet and I would like to discuss them.   





These things hurt my heart.  They hurt my heart a lot. 

I understand that their is a lot of political tension revolving around the department of public welfare and that people are very passionate about their political points of view.  I am not saying that your view's are wrong.  But I do think these type of Internet posts are hurtful.

I know this because they are hurtful to me.

I am currently on medical assistance, one branch of the department of public welfare.  
I also have an iPhone.

I left my job due to personal reasons and I have been looking for another job.  In the mean time got sick and was hospitalized and had surgery.  Within the week that I was sick I acquired hundreds and thousands of medical bills that I could not pay.  I was not on Cobra at the time because it was way to expensive and I could not afford it.  I went on medical assistance this summer and I have been so thankful that a service like this exists.  

I know that some people would say "you're circumstance is different, you really needed it, you're not abusing the system."  The problem is, how well do we really know the situation of people that we happen to see at the grocery store with their food stamps and their iPhone.  We don't.  I also would currently qualify for food stamps.  I'm not getting them in part because of people who are helping me as well as a small amount of money I have coming in from a part time job.  But I could be that person, the person who is judged by others.  

The iPhone that I have was a family gift.  After a long a difficult chapter in our lives was finished we all got iPhones.  I don't feel that it's any one's business but the prove my point I will say that the monthly payments are a part of that gift that I am so grateful for.  

Another thing to consider with this is the need for telephone and Internet service today.  The access to Internet service is very helpful when going through the process of applying for welfare.  I have some friends who have iPhones and use them for everything.  They do not have cable, they use their phones to stream shows to watch.  They do not have a phone line, they use their iPhone.  They do not have Internet in their home.  They use their phone.  What if the person being judged has made the conscious decision to use their phone instead of other amenities in their home?  I, like many people I know do not have cable or a telephone line in my house.  

Another thing I've heard people do is criticism people who have a satellite dish on their section 8 house.  For one thing, having the dish doesn't mean they have cable.  I have a dish on my house. I do not have cable.  The dish was their from the people who lived here before me.  The Dish Network leaves those dishes on the home in case someone who lives there in the future wants Satellite cable.  It saves them from having to install another dish and line in the home.  

People on welfare are not lazy!  I can attest to this personally!  The application process that one must go through to get welfare is so large and complicated that this college educated woman had a hard time going through it.  In some ways I could see it as a system designed for the lazy to just quit because it is so complicated and only the ones who really need it would see it through to the end.  If I didn't really need it I never would have gone through all of that. 

One other thing I've heard people say is "we don't need a welfare system because we have God/the Church and they can provide everything we need."  I would just like to say that I was away at a conference when I got sick.  I was with one of my churches most gifted people who has had so much experience in praying for people and seeing them healed.  I was prayed for.  I was not healed.  I came home and had surgery 3 days later.  I don't know of any person or church that had enough extra money t pay these bills for me.  To me this does not mean that God does not exist or that he didn't want to heal me.  It did not change my faith, but it opened my eyes to the fact that God did provide for me.  He got me home safely, gave me doctors who could take care of me, he gave me medical attention that made me well, he gave me a way to minimize my bills to a number I could afford.  I was provided for.  Part of that provision came from the department of public welfare and for that I am extremely grateful.  

Finally now that I am in "the system" I can also see how easily people can get stuck here.  It is an overwhelming place to be.  I can see how easy it might be for someone to begin to rely on the system.  That might not be the best thing for them to do but it is not my job to judge them for it.  My job is to love them and support them and encourage them.  Being on medical assistance has been difficult for me.  If I get a job that does not provide benefits I could lose my assistance.  This is scary to me.  I would rather stay unemployed until I find a job with benefits because of this.  Being without benefits again could mean another hospitalization which would cost money that I DO NOT have.  

There's an old saying "Don't judge a man till you've walked a mile in his shoes."  How about we don't judge him at all.  

Every week at church we have a box designated for the poor that people can put money in. I've never herd of anyone putting money in that box and then wanting to following it to the person who receives it making sure they spend it the way they see fit.  Freely they have received so freely they give.  Yet for some reason we as people feel we have a right to judge others if we think they are making bad decisions, even if we don't know the story behind their situation.  

I apologize for the rant, all that to say, if you judge someone in the food store with food stamps and and iPhone, you're judging me...and that stings a bit.   



Tuesday, October 30, 2012

I haven't forgotten about you...

I know, it's been way to long since my last post.  

Why, you ask?

Well I've fallen into some bad habits.  I've been lazy.  I've been grumpy.  At times I've been depressed. I've been weary.  And I've been sick of answering the same old questions over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over, and over...

Today I've been in the house all day.  ALL day.  I am not one to do this.  In fact the only times I've ever done this are when I've been sick.  Even then it takes a major illness to ground me.  But not today. Today and Hurricane kept me on lock down.  

I have to be honest.  I've been disappointed thus far.  I love extreme weather.  I love the preparation, the drama, the excitement of what's going to happen, the common thing that you can talk with strangers about in the store even though you would otherwise NEVER talk to them.  Whether your excited or dreading it, it builds community in a way that not much else will.  I don't mean any disrespect to those who have been severely effected by this storm.  My heart goes out to those in devastation.  But I love blackouts!  I love the idea of all the power going out and forcing you to shut down for a bit.  To sit and read or knit (or crochet in my case) by candlelight.  I love the calm of a blackout.  The darkness and the silence.  

Today was not silent.  I watched TV... ALL DAY!  
I watched... 
5 episodes of Grey's Anatomy
1 episode of Private Practice
500 Day's of Summer (a movie, not actually 500 episodes of the show "Day's of Summer")
and 3 hours of the news (which basically said 20 minutes of news 10 times.)  

When I was 14 a tornado came through my town and we were without power for almost a week.  It was great.  Sure it came with its issued, problems and inconveniences, but we treated it as an adventure and enjoyed the fun of doing something different.  I was hoping for that today.  Hoping for an exciting change, if only for a few hours, that forced me to slow down, be quiet and enjoy the silence.  

I acknowledge that I may be speaking too soon.  The power may still go out tonight, into tomorrow.  If that happens, I will be happy.  Not that I love destruction and mayhem, but I do enjoy when life forces you to slow down and enjoy the unusual for a bit.  So for now, I am a bit disappointed.  


Sunday, September 23, 2012

Fall

In addition to my usual sweat pants and t-shirt, I'm wearing socks and a sweater.  
It's 70 degrees in my house.  
Fall has started...
and I am soooooo ready!!!!

I love fall!!!  for so many reasons.  Let me list them.
-it's cooler
-the scorching heat of summer is over
-fall colors are the best!
-pumpkins
-mums!
-apples
-Thanksgiving!
-trees are beautiful!
-fire pits
-hoodies/sweaters
-boots

Aside from the Christmas season (which is genetically implanted into me to love with everything I am) this is my absolute favorite time of year!  

Just thought I'd share.  :)