Wednesday, July 16, 2008

Blog Share - Summer 2008

As part of Blog Share, I've hosted the following, anonymous post.

Do you ever feel like you've only been existing and not really living? That sounds like a cheesy advertisement for probiotic yogurt or something, but I really want to know. I feel like I've just been coasting through life for all of my adult existence and most of my teen years as well, like I've just been plodding along without any big dreams or goals. Like I haven't been looking to the left or right or even straight ahead, only down at my feet because maybe that way, it'll be safer. That way, I won't slip or step in something gross or crush anything with my huge feet. That way I won't get hurt or dirty; that way I won't step on anyones toes. I'm not sure how I became this way... I've been living trying to think of the point at which I stopped actively moving forward and let myself be carried by the impetus of all the steps I'd taken up to that point, but nothing is coming to mind. All I know is that for many years now I've been a shell of a person. No opinions, no ambitions, no initiative, no drive.

And while I don't want to become so driven that it becomes unhealthy, I want to stop being stagnant and neutral and boring. I don't want to be vanilla anymore; I want to be a genuine whole person, a person festooned with pink frosting and sprinkles, with a big fat Red Hot on the top. I want to be curry or a mezza platter or a tiramisu; something exciting and mysterious, delicious and tantalizing. I want to be irresistible and enchanting. I want to be a Van Gogh or an Andy Warhol.

I want to be holy. I want to run hard and run well. I want my life to sing of God's glory, and I want to his love to overflow from me all over the hurting people I see around me every day. I want to heal the nations; I want to weep with those who are weeping and laugh with the joyful.

I want to be a force that effects change in this world instead of sitting quietly, hating a situation but feeling powerless to to do anything about it. I want to dive in. I want to end up dirty and bleeding and sore and tired, armed with the knowledge that I meant something in this world, something more than a bunch of words on a web page, something more than this person I am now, who sits at home, afraid to enter in, watching life go by and whining about it. I want to give my all. I want to love people, not just the pretty people or the ones I'm related to, but real people with real problems. That bum who always hangs out at Starbucks-- the one who paces around yelling to himself; that woman at my church who is (remarkably) even more awkward than I am; my weirdo neighbors who blast their music far into the night, not caring that my open window is RIGHT THERE; the obnoxious, girl-crazy twerps who bug the girls I mentor-- all those people are hurt and wounded, just like me and you and everyone. I want to look at these people and feel my heart break over the man he could have been, the woman who is desperately lonely, the family who drowns their conflict and unhappiness in music, the uncertain adolescents acting out because they're uncomfortable in their own skin.

I want to be honest and real. I don't want to hide behind my insecurities anymore; I want people to know the real me, (metaphorical) warts and all. I want people to know the real me and I want to find out about the real you, to know and be known. I want to dream bigger and live louder than I ever have before. I want to stop hunching over because I am self-conscious about my body. I want to be free to dance and sing and skip and frolic without worrying if my shirt's creeping up or my pants are falling down or if my arms look fat. I want to twirl around like a little girl in a poofy dress, without caring who sees me.

I want to be who I was born to be. I want to be a woman-- full of piss and vinegar and sweetness and light and tenderness and fury and joy and anger and sadness and exhilaration. I want to be a woman who is passionately in love with Jesus. I want to be a woman is self-sufficient and independent, but who can accept help from others instead of trying to do it all myself and becoming jaded by life. I want to be a woman who is strong but not hard, gentle but not subdued, loud but not strident. I want to fall in love and I want to argue and I want to snuggle and wrestle and hug. I want to give foot rubs and Dutch ovens. I want to memorize scripture and I want to talk dirty to my husband. I want to teach my kids how to love Jesus and how to fart with their armpits and why the sky is blue.

I want to live fully, in whatever situation I find myself.

I want to LIVE.

Read the rest of the posts at these locations:

Vent Vox
Turn On The Stars
Trudie - Life After AC
Swimming With Sharks
Stefanie Says
Shhh! Librarian-In-Training
Sauntering Soul
Sass Attack
Reflections in the Snow Covered Hills
Red Red Whine
Our Simplicity
One New Duck
Oh My Seven
The Occasional Truth
No Lady
Nancy Pearl Wannabe
Muse On Vacation
Messing With Texas
Melliferous Pants
Live Work Dream
Just Below 63
Java Literally
Full of Snark
Face Down
Ex Everything
Everything I Like Causes Cancer
Did I Say That Outloud?
The Daily Tannenbaum
The Coconut Diaries
Bright Yellow World
Breath Smiles Tears
And You Know What Else
3 Carnations


Tracy Crowe Jones said...

Two of my favorite quotes - they help keep me moving forward:

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.'" - Mary Anne Radmacher

"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stiffled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time." - Jack London

Mr. Social said...

Is this living inside all of us? I have the same feelings everyday. Who are we?

lizgwiz said...

Oh wow--did I write this post? No, I'm sure I didn't...I just really, really relate. Great writing.

Allie said...

Wow -- this seems like something we should all print out and hang on the fridge to keep us motivated. Great post!

Sauntering Soul said...

I agree with Allie and in fact, I think I am going to print it out and hang it up in my house somewhere. I could have written this too. I just had two people tell me yesterday that my life is so exciting and interesting and I almost cracked up at the hilarity of them thinking so.

nancypearlwannabe said...

This post totally resonated with me. I want to have frosting and Red Hots too!

Allie said...


Melliferous Pants said...

I think the first step toward the things you want is the ability to express your desires into writing...

Amy said...

I have felt that way before and it's hard to take that leap of faith. My favorite quote is "Life starts outside of your comfort zone". I finally did it, stopped being scared, and jumped in with both feet. It's empowering. Good luck to you!

anonymous said...

Thanks for the quotes. Those are great.

mr. social, lizgwiz:
It's nice to know that I'm not the only one!

allie #1, sauntering soul:
Wow! Thank you.

nancypearlwannabe, allie #2:
Thanks so much.

melliferous pants, amy:
I'm glad to hear that... It's encouraging to know that even such a small step is moving me forward.

Noelle said...

Well... Do it!

heidikins said...

This is just beautiful, thank you for sharing.


Courtney said...

Very nicely written, anonyposter. I always feel like no matter what I'm doing, there's something else I should be doing. I hope one day both of us find a way to be content with who and where we are.

Stinkypaw said...

We all feel this way at some point. Now you just have to do something about it or do it. It's ALL up to YOU!

Nic said...

I love this post. Love it. Thank you.

anonymous said...

Thank you all for your kind words!

CityStreams said...

First - The whole time I was reading this, I kept thinking of Emily Dickinson for some reason. Weird, huh?

Second - It's beautiful. A zest for a zest for life.

Third - I think I know who wrote this one. ;o)

anonymous said...

1. That is weird. I've never read Emily Dickinson.

2. Thank you.

3. You're probably right. :)