Category: Relationships


NaBloPoMo Day 28: 30 Days of Truth 4

(An on-going project to discover truth in and about ourselves. See the others here)

Day 04 → Something you have to forgive someone for.

This is a tough one. As a general rule, I don’t stay mad for very long. At least, not any more. In days past, I was quite the grudge holder, but it’s become apparent to me that holding such grudges doesn’t result in anything positive or productive, so I tend to get mad, get over it, and move on whenever someone has wronged me in some way.

The movies and TV have a common trope, “I’ll never forgive you for that!” But, really, I just don’t see that working out in general practice. I mean, I suppose this could be possible in theory, if you were to catch a cheating spouse, or something along those lines, but I’ve never run into that before.

If I had to choose, I have one instance in mind, but I haven’t really thought about it in a while. I once had a person in my life with whom I grew quite close, we’ll call her Susan (since being vague can be confusing). Susan was a great friend. She believed in me, encouraged me, saw talent potential in me that no one but my parents had ever really seen, or at least verbalized. She even helped me through some dark times.

Until one day, there was practically nothing. I don’t know what happened, and I don’t know why there was such a sudden disconnect, but disconnect we did. The break was dazzlingly abrupt, and will forever go without explanation. I was pretty disenfranchised with people when this whole thing went down. I just couldn’t imagine how drastically a relationship could shift in such a short time. I was bitter about it, and I was angry. But, I worked around it. Was able to continue on anyhow.

And I guess, I just got over it. It took time, but I’ve found motivation in myself and in the others around me to continue to push, to reach my goals, even if I don’t think anyone really quite gets my goals as well as she did. But, when it’s all said and done, I’m okay. I’m moving forward, if a bit slowly, and that’s what counts.

I forgive you for just suddenly disappearing. It was tough, but it’s all worked out okay.

Small Canines

As I mentioned in my last post, Kreestone and I got a puppy last weekend. She got around to posting some pictures to Facebook, and since we’re not all friends there, I’ve rehosted them and thought I’d let you see our puppy. I’ll tell you a little about her, too, but after the pictures.


We think she’s pretty awesome. She’s a 4-month-old Pembroke Welsh Corgi, and she’s got tons of energy. Well, sometimes. She can run around in circles, chasing who knows what, but sometimes, she’d rather just sit. Particularly when she’s on a leash. In fact, the first time we put her on the leash, the only reason she moved was because the electric door of Petsmart closed behind her and scared her. She’s a special one alright.

We’ve named her Thalia (Tall-ee-uh) after the Greek goddess of festivity, and muse of comedy. She certainly fits the bill with her rather strange demeanor. She’ll run around exploring, but when she gets tired of that, she’ll come into the room, look at you, and promptly flop on her side, as if some invisible hand suddenly pushed her over. Sometimes, though, she forgets to stop running before she does this, and proceeds to slide for a few inches before coming to a stop. We’re hoping she’ll figure out how to lie down.

One of the best things about Thalia, though, is how she acts when she gets tired. We already knew she had some trouble lying down, but she has picked one spot in our office that she likes, even more than the little doggy bed we’ve provided for her. It’s, well, just have a look:

That’s our dog, alright.

Achoo!

So, I logged in, and began dusting off the surface around this place, and decided to let everyone know just what’s been going on that I’ve been neglecting this place for so long.

First of all, I’ve been spending lots of time with my girlfrie…err fiancee. That’s right, I got engaged back in mid-October. The real surprise is that we’re getting married soon. Like, in December! While we’re not doing the big traditional wedding thing (much to the chagrin of her family), we are going to be having a spiffy reception. If you want to come, or if you just want to buy us some pretty stuff, I’ve setup a small site with the basic info on it, so give it a visit and make sure to check out the registry page.

So, in keeping with the getting married theme, we had to find a house, and quickly, since her lease on her own place was up on the first of this month. Given that we got engaged only a couple weeks before that, we had to hurry. We both spent a lot of time making phone calls, talking with possible landlords, and the like. Ultimately, we found a place, and it’s perfect. It’s a small 1930s 2 bedroom, 1 bath, and it’s really pretty much just perfect for the two of us.

Then, of course, after we found a house in record time, I had to move her in. Her work schedule didn’t afford much time for her to do it, so I grabbed a buddy, and the two of us spent a Saturday moving what she’d packed over to the new place. The rest of that weekend was spent getting things settled in the house.

As it turned out, the fiance doesn’t so much like to stay at the house alone, so we got ourselves a welsh corgi, who we’ve named Thalia (Tall-ee-uh). She’s a little special, but she’s awesome. Pictures to come at some point in the future.

So, I’ve been busy just about every weekend for the last month and a half, but that still leaves the weekdays, you say. Well, it would, but since I’ve been gone every weekend, I’m having to spend more time during the week on homework. I’ve got to make sure I do well, because I’m graduating in December now, not in May. So, you know, if you want, you can get me a nice graduation present, too.

In any event, apart from homework, things have settled down a bit, and I think it’s time to just hit “Mark all as read” and jump back into blogs now, rather than catching up on the couple thousand posts that have amassed there. Sorry, but I’ll try to go through archives and catch what I missed later on, though.

Grey

A new poem for you all. I hope you like it.

Grey

Monochromatic amidst the chiaroscuro haze of time
Memories lost, found, forgotten, repressed, fade into
The background—grey.

Standing wondering staring into nothing,
Stumbling on memories, looking from afar;
The colors faded—grey.

A lifetime of struggle and heartache she’s faced—
Disappointment, pain, sadness, fear—
But none of it mattering now—grey.

Emptiness and loneliness leaving her feeling
Small, helpless, forgotten.
Wanting to fill the void—grey.

Slashing violently through the grey,
Glowing green and growing,
A swathe of color begins to shine

The heartache of the past further obscured,
Further separated, further healed.
Light breaks, contrasts sharpen

She sees herself mirrored,
Magnified, reflected back. All the memories,
All the history, all the haziness of time torn away

The void takes shape; the shape begins to fill,
As her heart is mended, slowly, and as the scabs
Fall away, she looks again—grey.

Grey changing, bubbling, mottled now with
Points of light, bright and clear
Her background begins to disentwine,

And the colors become clear,
Darks and lights, neons and mutes,
What’s clear is it’s no longer—grey.

She is who she is, her past
The palate from which her canvas
Is carefully colored

The streak of green keeps growing,
Glowing verdant against the colors
eschewing from the grey beyond.

Her heart thaws, warms, beats,
A fire, viridescent flame, emerald passion
Envelops her, born for the growing green form

Her prayers answered, no longer alone,
She begins to take heart, she embraces
The virid figure taking shape,

Turning the girl from grey to white—
All color encompassing, infinite possibility—
And the void is filled,

The background vivid and colorful,
Imprinting their hues on the girl,
But she’s encompassed them all,

Not despairing, but sublimating,
Taking advantage of the lessons learned
Looking forward, entwining fingers

With her emerald companion,
The world takes form and color,
And washed away is the—grey.

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