A Little Perspective

Sunday, March 15, 2009

Thank You For Your Patience

Do you ever have those moments where you wish you had a tag on your shirt like new employees that says "Trainee-of-Life, Thank you for your patience." Because I do. Yesterday was one of those moments. I shared a personal life story at church that wouldn't have been so bad, except I probably said something along the lines of "If you you wear pink sweatpants with writing on the butt, I judge you." While it wasn't my intention to offend, I'm sure I hurt someone's feelings. Score? Elyse's life progress: zero, Foot-in-my-mouth life moments: one billion. I just hope by now that everyone realizes I am an idiot. I am the first one to own up to the fact that I am completely and utterly flawed. Yes World, it's true that I am loud, obnoxious, opinionated, immature, insensitive, stubborn, silly and a whole slew of other things. But you know what? I'm working on it. At least I'm to the point where I can own up to most of my faults. Hopefully overcoming them is somewhere down that long road of life. So, what I really mean to say is bless you all for bearing with me. Someday I'll grow up, I promise.

Monday, March 9, 2009

Lost and Found

So I decided that I needed to do a post-traumatic update since I last left with the beginnings of an identity crisis. I've got to be honest, the funk I was in didn't end until a few days ago and I'm not sure what it can be attributed to. Normally I'm pretty secure in who I am and where I'm going, but I just fell off the boat for awhile. The good news is that the boat is again sailing smooth and I'm back to myself. Now I just want to address a few points I've been pondering recently.

I was blog surfing the other day and read someone who was expressing their dislike for how open people get on their blogs. How they feel like it's baring your soul to strangers and it makes readers uncomfortable sometimes. I'm going to have to politely disagree with this opinion. I love how blogs give you a window into a person. It lets you see a layer that even close friendship doesn't always permeate. I think it's a means of self-discovery as well. If it's too deep for you, then quit reading it! Why is baring our souls to one another such a scary thing? What do we have to hide? We're all imperfect in different ways, so why not share our insecurities and help eachother overcome them? So there's my blog soapbox, I'll climb off now.

On a lighter and rather random note, I have begun painting my fingernails recently and I'm undecided on how I feel about it. First it started out as I felt the need to rebel from my mature side (which isn't very dominant these days anyway). But now it's starting to placate my deep feelings of remorse over the loss of color in my Jerusalem wardrobe. I never realized how stifled I would feel only wearing dark colored clothing. My pinks and greens are definitely missed the most. So for now I'll just keep painting my fingernails and looking like a 13 year old tween. Good thing I have no pride left to surrender.

Finally, I've got to vent about the housing situation I'm supposed to be figuring out. Finding a place to live when you are halfway around the world is pretty much the worst thing ever. I'm having to depend on my wonderful sister to check things out for me. But as we all know, I really like getting a feel for things and making my own decisions. I think I'm most anxious about roommates. Now that all my old ones are married or on missions, I'm back to square one where I could potentially be stuck with a sociopath (don't laugh, been there and done that) for a roomie. I've still got a rather long road of school ahead of me as well. I can't decide if I'm happy or depressed about that. Life is just life you know? Take it one day at a time and hold your breath for the best.