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A Journey to Becoming Me

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I was determined to avoid looking like I’d just rolled out of bed 20 minutes ago and thought I was doing well too. That was until I was in the café I frequently went to, waiting for my friend to arrive, and looked in the decorative mirror on the wall and saw chunks of sleep in my eyes.

I looked around, feeling a bit embarrassed, to see if anyone was watching. When I was satisfied that everyone was busy, either glued to their smart phones, eating, or staring off into their own little worlds, I hurriedly got the gunk out of my eyes and checked the mirror a few times until I succeeded.

I was zoned out, thinking about nothing in particular, when I heard a loud clutter of pans hit the floor in the kitchen. Looking up from my reverie, I could see the cook putting one on the counter and heard him muttering to himself. Well, it appears as if I’m not the only one having a rough morning.

My friend is nearly never late, wonder where she is, it’s been almost been 45 minutes. I hear the rumbling my stomach is making and begin contemplating ordering my food. It’s a good thing I’m a regular here or I’m sure they would have been done with me just drinking cup after cup of coffee.

An hour and a half has gone by since I arrived and I’ve decided it’s time to eat. I look for Sasha, so I can place my order.

“Hey, Sasha, I don’t think Autumn is coming. I’m just going to go ahead and order now.” I told her once I’d gotten her attention.

“Sounds good, Felicity, your usual then?” she grinned.

“Actually, I was just thinking it’s time to be a little less predictable. So, let’s make it French toast today.” I smiled back.

“They say change is the spice of life.” Sasha said and winked at me.

“Yeah, it could be. I’m just tired of my days feeling like I’m a part of Groundhogs Day. I need to shake things up a bit.” I said with what was sure to be my infamous grimace.

“I hear ya, girl, I hear ya. So, any other changes you plan on making today?” she asked.

“I’m not sure, might just start small.” I said thoughtfully.

“Well, we all have to start somewhere.” she said and went to greet a new customer.

I was halfway through eating when Autumn rushed over and sat down. She had dry tear stains and smudged makeup on her face. Oh, there’ll be a good explanation for her being late, no doubt.

“Hey, sorry I’m late, Fel. I had a very rough morning and last night wasn’t so great either.” she started.

“I can tell. What did Nick do this time?” I asked, trying not to sound insensitive. I really don’t like that guy at all, but he hangs the moon and stars in her eyes. Still, after five years of this, you’d think she’d have tired of it by now. 

“Really, girl, really?” she said with a touch of anger. After a brief pause, she continued on.

“Okay, so I suppose that wasn’t uncalled for. But, this time it has nothing to do with him. He’s actually away on business and so he hasn’t been around to pick fights. No, this is far more serious than our little spats. I found out my cousin, James, you remember him don’t you? Well anyway, I found out he’s in need of kidney replacement and he’s pretty low on the wait list. I’m scared for him. He’s looking to come here to wait and for the surgery. I want to help him, but he and Nick really don’t get along, I mean, worse than you two. I don’t know what to do.” she said, sounding stressed out.

Well. I do have a spare room. But, he and I dated years ago, only briefly and she doesn’t know about that, so I don’t know if that’s a wise idea. But, the more I look at Autumn and see how worried she is about him, the more I decide that perhaps I should help.

“Hun, I have a spare room, as you know, and I can easily put my art stuff elsewhere for a little while to give him somewhere to stay for awhile.” I told her, half hoping she wouldn’t take me up on my offer.

“Oh, Fel, that is wonderful of you to offer! I’ll text him right now and tell him! Thank you, thank you, thank you! Have I told you that you’re the best lately?” She smiled brightly.

“Not since Tuesday, so I think you were overdue.” I smiled warmly back at her. Well, so much for starting small, I thought, stuffing more French toast in my mouth.

 

 

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Our Love Story

our love story

I was walking down memory lane tonight. I feel like telling our story. January 13th, 2012 is when it all began. Though little did either of us know that we’d be where we are today. I first met Doug that cold January night at an A.D.O.B tour show. I didn’t give him much thought that first time I saw him. He was dating someone else and I wasn’t over an ex of mine. Neither of us were in a position to really consider one another anything more than friends, though truth be told, we were just acquaintances for several months. We talked a couple of times when our group was hanging out. I remember one conversation in particular actually. We talked for awhile about music. It was the first time I’d really talked to him. 

It wasn’t until the summer of 2012 that we really started getting to know one another. We started chatting in August and on the 30th is when we hung out for the first time, just the two of us. He knew I was in a rough spot and needed a friend, so he asked me if I wanted to hang out. Not once did he make a move on me. He was strictly my friend for a little while. It didn’t take me long to consider him a very good friend. He was someone I could talk to about anything, turn to if I was having a bad day, that could make me laugh, made me feel comfortable, and accepted me as I was. I realized a few weeks into hanging out and talking nearly every day that I was falling in love with him. It was as our friends predicted long before we were anything more than casual acquaintances, that we’d get along, that we’d be a good match. It seemed after awhile that maybe he had feelings for me too.

As it turns out, he did. Though when I first asked him how he felt and told him that I liked him, he wasn’t as enthused as I’d hoped. He did admit to liking me, but thought we’d be best suited as friends. I was so hurt and confused. That was on Sunday, September 30th. What an awkward conversation that was. But, then the next day, he asked me if I wanted to go to a Brewer game with him. His sister couldn’t use their tickets. So, he, myself, Petrina, & Joe went to the game on October 3rd. It felt like a date, with him picking me up, walking me to the door when he dropped me off, etc….except that it was a bit awkward. Our friends knew something was there between us and well, so did we….but something was keeping us from acting on our feelings.

On the 4th, feeling frustrated and confused, I decided to ask him to watch movies with me at my apartment after work. He accepted the offer and came over. It was still awkward for awhile, but eventually, he put his arm around me. We kissed later and from then on, that was that. (the 11th was our first date, courting me at that time I guess you’d consider it.) Even though we didn’t start officially dating until the 16th. He asked me out much the same way that he proposed to me, very nonchalantly, casual. Over the moon with happiness, I didn’t care that there wasn’t some grand romantic gesture. It was enough to know the feelings that were behind the question.

January 5th, 2013, he told me he loved me for the first time. The joy I felt in that moment still lives within me today and has been growing ever since. May 23rd, 2013, we moved in together. And then we just celebrated living together as a family for a year last month. What Zach, Doug, and I have is special, beautiful, and worth more than any amount of possessions. When Doug asked me if I wanted to get married on the 21st, (it was after Midnight after all.) not a doubt was in my mind that it was time. I’d been ready for awhile, well in many ways, to marry him. But looking back on everything, I am glad it’s now that he’s asked and not then. It’s given us time to grow, solidify our relationship, and make sure we were both ready. So, the next chapter will be written on Saturday, May 23rd, 2015 when we say I do and we become husband and wife. I am beyond elated to make what we have official in the eyes of God and the state, before our family and closest friends. I will walk beside you for the rest of my life, through the good and the bad. I love you.

The Tale of a Baker’s Son

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I am a baker, like my father before me. One might say that I’m rolling in dough. Okay, that pun was a bit corny, but at least a tad bit funny, I think. But, I am not known for my clever wit. However, I once had quite the athletic ability. I used to play baseball, football, and even could be found playing a little basketball as well. Of them, only one truly was a passion of mine. For years, I practiced, trying to perfect my game. And as I neared 18, it became apparent for all in our small town and even some recruiters that I indeed had some real talent. I could have been a famous baseball player, but just as I was about to get my turn in the big leagues, life took an unexpected turn of events.

At the height of my adolescence, I was famous in our little town in Virginia. The way I threw a baseball really seemed to have people buzzing. Maybe someone would actually make it big and be able to leave this place. Oh not that there was anything wrong with our beloved town, but many did dream of getting away and seeing the big cities. What might it be like to live somewhere with busy streets, bright lights, and imagine, a place where everyone owned a television set. It was definitely the dream that many of us shared. I loved my family, had some friends that I grew up with & considered my brothers, and well this had always been home. There was a part of me that longed to leave, but also a part of me that was afraid to do just that. Maybe it would be too much for me, maybe I wasn’t cut out for city life.

Those fears didn’t stop me from dreaming though. I kept on practicing, determined to show the recruiters what I was made of. I’d become a name that would be on many people’s lips. The nation would know who I was now and for generations to come. I would own the big house, a Ford Mustang or maybe three, and well who knows what else. Though, there was something else I wanted to do with the money I’d surely have and that is take care of my parents. They certainly did all they could to give me everything they didn’t have themselves. They also encouraged my dreams from the very beginning. Their unwavering faith in me had gotten me to where I am and I knew I’d always be indebted to them for that.

As my eighteenth birthday approached, I was anxious. Recruiters had been coming to see me since I was 16. They said I had a talent like none they’d ever seen before. I figured it was only a matter of time before I was officially approached and offered a spot on a professional team. My dad came to every single game I played, no matter the weather, no matter how he felt that day. He suffered from old war injuries and lately, he’d been having headaches every single day. After months of them, he had gone to be seen, but no one could give him any answers. My mother was trying to find a specialist who would come and see him. We didn’t have a lot of money, but she said she’d been saving the money she had earned from the side business she’d started a few years back making dresses for the ladies in town and surely, that would help. I didn’t know that it would be enough, but I did agree that he needed answers, we all did.

At long last, the day had finally arrived. The day that I went from being a boy to a man was here. And as it so happened, tonight was the state championship game. I knew that tonight I had to prove myself in a way that I never had before. Our team was nervous. We knew that all we had done was to bring us to this moment. What would happen? Would we be the victors, with our hometown cheering our names or would we hang our heads in defeat? My mother said that win or lose, she would consider us winners. She constantly told me that she was proud of me, that no matter how this turned out, I’d be a star in her eyes always. Now, that meant a lot to me, though sometimes I wanted to roll my eyes. My mother’s pride and love won’t win our games, won’t get me signed, and won’t take care of me for the rest of my life. Though, I had to remind myself that it was her belief in me, and my dad’s, that has gotten me this far. There were times I wanted to give up when I was a kid, but their faith in me was never shaken. I am glad they pushed me to keep at it. They knew it was what I wanted to do and refused to let my doubts keep me down.

As game time was upon us, our head coach was right there talking to us about strategy and heart. He had always been a big believer in passion needing to be a big part of the game, “If your heart isn’t in it, then you don’t belong here.” He’d been known for saying. All suited up, I was ready to go out to the field to warm-up. My hands were shaking in a way they had never done so before. This was the biggest game of my life and suddenly, I wasn’t so sure of myself. I bowed my head, closed my eyes, and silently prayed to God for strength and courage, not just for myself, but for the rest of our team as well. This game was so important to all of us. It was what we’d worked so hard for all year and not just this season, but the seasons that led up to it. We weren’t the strongest team in the beginning. We had to learn how to work together, how to use our talents to help one another. It wasn’t easy, especially when pride got in the way more than once. But over time, our chemistry developed and so did our friendships with one another. These guys I was about to walk onto the field with weren’t just my teammates, but also my friends & brothers.

You could see it in on all of our faces: fear was definitely there in our hearts, but something more was there as well, determination. We were not about to give up this game without a fight. We wanted this just as much as the other team, perhaps more. Though to be fair, I have no idea what went on in the minds of the other players. All I knew is that this was an important game for me and for a couple other guys who had recruiters to impress. My buddy Scott who was probably the best pinch hitter I’d ever seen and Tyler, the amazing short stop, were also being looked at tonight. The three of us had been talking about this for awhile. How great would it be if all three of us made it to the big leagues? And greater still, though the odds weren’t great, what if we got to play for the same team? I mean, you do what you have to and I ever had to face my friend on the field, I’d do it, but it would be different playing against someone you once played with for years. After reflecting on that for a moment, I switched gears so that I could focus on tonight. Warm-ups were starting for us now.

The time for the warm-ups seemed to fly by. I barely remember that time at all now. I remember walking onto the field for our last warm-ups as a team, looking at each of their faces, silently nodding, taking our stances, and then it all became a blur after that. The next thing I really remember from that night is lining up as a team, preparing for the singing of our national anthem. That night, it was being sung by Grace Benson. I had a few classes with her, but I have to admit I’d barely spoken to her. She was too sophisticated for a guy like me. I liked drinking beers we took from our dads at the lake, staying up all night, getting dirty, catching fish, and tractor pulls. Grace was always the lead of our school plays, head of the debate team, always well dressed and not a hair out of place, and definitely not one you could see chugging a beer; wine was probably more her taste, if she even drank at all.

I knew we weren’t supposed to drink, being underage and all, but it was always harmless. We never drove if we’d been drinking and we always took care of each other. When we were 10, my buddy Tyler lost his older brother because of reckless drinking & driving. His brother and a friend decided to play chicken and it went horribly wrong. Tyler’s brother died two days after the incident and the other boy was paralyzed from the waist down. That day changed a lot for the people in our hometown. I sure like having a beer or two, so do many others here, but we’re sure a lot more careful about things now. For awhile actually, many did stop drinking all together. There were talks of making it a dry town, but I think the stress of it all finally made people break down.

Beer, you know, I think I could use one right now. But, I think I will pass. Indigestion, yeah, beer doesn’t go down like it used to. Back then, it went down real easily. But the night of the game, I didn’t drink. I was determined to be at my very best, we all were. After Grace sang, we all cheered, clapped, put our hats on our heads, and prepared for the start of the game. We took our places out on the field, as we were the home team and would bat second. Okay, I told myself that night, I can do this. I will not let my team down. I looked into the crowd, saw my parents first, smiling and cheering us on. I will not let them down, I thought. And so it began, I wound up to make the first pitch….

(TO BE CONTINUED)

Celebrate Life Now

Celebrate Life

I was listening to K-Love yesterday and a listener called in and told them about how they celebrated the life of someone they love BEFORE they died. The lady that called in talked to us about her mother who had terminal cancer and knew she didn’t have long. She’d heard the idea on K-Love and decided it was something that she wanted to do for her mother. So, she planned out the event to take place on her mother’s birthday. She wasn’t sure how it would turn out, but she knew it was something she wanted to do, no matter how many people showed up. They expected maybe 15 people to show up, but 65 people attended and it was such an amazing and positive experience for everyone. Her mother was able to be surrounded by people who loved her, who celebrated her life and all she’d done. Since then, her mother did pass away and I can imagine it’s been hard for her and her family. But, she said that doing this for her mother is something she’s so glad she did. Her mother got to know just how important she was, how much she was loved while she was still here.

I really liked hearing that story, moved me quite a bit. I know there are many times when doing something like this isn’t possible, but then, who says we should wait till someone we love is dying to celebrate their life? I try throughout my life to show those I love how much I appreciate, respect, and love them. Though, when someone we know is dying, I think it especially a good idea to throw a celebration of their life. Why not give them something to remember in the days they have left that will touch their heart? Life is precious and all too fleeting. We should make the most of it and part of that is showing those we adore how much they mean to us, how important they are. I wanted to share this story and idea with all of you. Perhaps even one of you will be touched by this, perhaps even one of you will take something from it and then share your own story of celebration, life, and love with others so that your story will then inspire others to do the same. All it takes is one person and the willingness to share their story to ignite the flame.

A short story to pass the time

Autumn Leaves
The frigid cold grips my bones as the October wind seeps into my skin. I don’t mind as much as I normally might, not today. I look into the sky and see the golden sun greeting me and I know today will be a good day. I stop to look at my feet and see the brightly colored leaves beneath me. Hues of purple, red, orange, and yellow are scattered on the ground as far as my eyes can see, which granted isn’t that far I suppose, but it seems endless to me.

I ponder the days events and as nice as it would have been to stay in bed, I know things must get done. There are bills to pay, plans to be made, a birthday party to plan for, and so much more. Rest will come in due time, but that time isn’t right now. So, I clutch my coat closer to my body as another gust of wind attacks me and starting walking forward once more.

I must have slipped into a daze as I was walking and I am not sure for how long I was lost in my own little world, but a voice calling my name brought me back.

“Miranda!” shouted a familiar voice.

I turned around to see my sister rushing towards me. I admit I was a bit surprised to see her, but not unpleasantly so.

“Lexi? I didn’t think you were coming into town until Saturday; why didn’t you call?”

“It was a last minute decision, decided to come here on a whim late last night and I didn’t want to wake you.” She still sounded a bit out of breath.

“I see, well, I am on my way to pick up a couple of things for Drew’s birthday party this weekend and then pay a couple of bills. My car is in the shop and Greg couldn’t spare his truck today because he was going to be all over town for work today, so I was on my way to the bus stop, but perhaps you wouldn’t mind giving me a lift since you’re here?” I asked ever so sweetly.

“Yeah, that’s fine. That will give us a chance to talk before your hubby and kids get home for the evening.” Lexi said with a smile.

“It wasn’t just a random decision to come early was it?” I asked suspiciously.

“Not quite, no, though the reason did just come to me last night.” Lexi admitted.

“Well then spill it.” I urged her as we turned to cross the street where her black Explorer was parked.

“I won tickets to tomorrow night’s hockey game and thought it would make a good early birthday present for Drew. Would you mind if I took Drew to dinner and the game, spend some quality time with my nephew?” Lexi asked.

“I mean, does he have anything going on at school or do you guys have plans?” Lexi continued.

“We were actually just going to spend the evening cleaning the house and getting things ready for the party this weekend, but I can spare Drew from that for the evening.” I laughed as I know how much Drew hates cleaning, even if it is for his party.

“Great, sorry about the last minute notice, but I had just won them at work, been waiting to see who won for weeks now, was hoping to win so I could surprise Drew with them. I didn’t tell anyone before because I didn’t want to get anyone’s hopes up. I had a backup plan if I hadn’t won, so don’t look at me like that. Anyway, I didn’t have time to call while there. By the time I got home, it was late, thanks to that project I told you about last week. It’s been ten months and we’re still not making any real headway, wish my boss would figure things out so we could wrap this up already; I have a few pending projects I’d like to give some attention to.”  Lexi vented.

“Ten months is a long time to not at least have a direction to go with it.” I agreed.

“Yeah, it is. I am not here to focus on that right now though. While my boss is arguing with the client and belittling his secretary, I took a couple of days for myself before I exploded. I want to enjoy the nice autumn day, perhaps have a pumpkin latte, and spend some quality time with you while I can before I have to go back home and deal with reality again.” Lexi sighed and tiredly smiled at me.

“It will be a bit hectic running errands and getting things ready for the weekend, so I am not sure how much time you’ll get to relax.” I told her.

“Running errands with you sounds a lot less stressful to me than being in Boston right now.” Lexi said.

“Yeah, I suppose it does. Well, unlock the doors so we can get to it.” I clutched my coat even tighter to me still as another burst of bitter wind passed through me.

She unlocked the doors so we could get in. I buckled up while she started the car. As the engine roared to life, I looked at my sister and thanked God for her showing up today. I am happy the sun is out, but that waiting outside for the buses today with that wind wouldn’t have been fun. I knew today was going to be a good day and seeing Lexi just reinforced that thought in my mind.

Life is full of unexpected events, some good and some bad. It’s not those circumstances that define our lives and who we are, it’s how we handle them that shows our character. When my car broke down, initially I was angry and wondered how I’d ever get everything taken care of. When I took a few moments to stop and think things through and weighed my options, I realized the situation wasn’t as bleak as it first had seemed. The weather this morning made me want to stay in bed, till I took a good look at the sun peering through the windows. I decided to have a better outlook on things and then that’s when things began to work out. My sister showing up is such a blessing. Looking out the window, I glance at the sun and smile, grateful for it’s reminder that life is good when we let it be.

Meet Sally Fallacy and Janelle Justice

An idea has been put into my head by my 10 year old son. He has a problem with lying sometimes and this evening, he wanted my boyfriend and I to tell him a story. But before the idea for my story came to brew, my son had said something that wasn’t true. Doug’s response to Zach was, “False.” I said, “Fallacy.” I then said if I decided to write a story that I could name the main character Sally Fallacy, she would have a problem with lying. Janelle Justice would come along, become her friend, and show her the error of her ways. I already have my first story line, will get to it when I have time. I think starting a children’s series could be fun….

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