Skip to main content

A Happy Ratio

Sometimes, I wonder if I strike an appropriate balance on my blog of fun, light-hearted, personal, thought-provoking, honest, interesting, and...whatever other adjectives will get people reading (just kidding - I was thinking about this the other day and decided that I don't want to aspire to blogging-greatness. Which is probably another entry in itself...)

I just looked back, and of my ten most-recent entries, only one is of a more serious nature. Something in my gut says that this is a good ratio. One in ten. Enough to keep me honest, but keep me from the pity parties. And it keeps me looking at life, laughing about things beyond my own self.

Maybe it's a little low. Maybe you like a more contemplative (or tortured?) Beth. I like thinking. I have enough thoughts in my head to write a "deep" entry every day. But I lack the time. And I get tired of over-thinking. Over-analysis ruins my life. I should give it up (if only it were as easy as quitting coffee).*

Here is my serious thought for today:

I've realized that over the past month or two, I have been having trouble speaking. Some of you may find this amusing. But too frequently, I find myself unable to focus, complete a thought without stumbling or stuttering, or think of simple words. It is both humbling and frightening. I chalk it up to stress. And while in some ways, it is adding to my stress, it is also forcing me to slow down. I can't talk as quickly as I can think. And now, I can't even seem to think very quickly. Or rather, only in short bursts. It is a weird thing, this disconnect between mind and body.

* I have never actually "quit coffee" and don't know that it is easy. So for all of you addicts...I apologize.


nadine said…
I started writing a really long comment. And then I realized I was just agreeing with you. So yes, I understand this blog-balance issue. Very well.

I happen to love reading your blog, whatever its happy ratio may be :)

Popular posts from this blog

What About Travis!?

I just watched Hope Floats, the second movie in my I-really-need-to-vegetate night. Now that we have more than three channels, there are so many quality programs on TV! Like movies in the middle of the week. I enjoyed many of the lines in this movie, including:

"I went home and told my mama you had a seizure in my mouth."
(referring to her first french-kissing experience)

"Dancing's just a conversation between two people. Talk to me."
(the conversation in our living room then went,
Girl 1: Only Harry Connick Jr. could say that line without it being incredibly cheezy.
Boy: Without it being cheezy? That's all I heard. Cheez, cheez, cheez.
Girl 2: Yeah, but it was sexy, sexy cheez...sigh.)
"Better do what she says, Travis. Grandma stuffs little dogs."

Bernice: At home we had a pet skunk. Mama used to call it Justin Matisse. Do you think that's just a coincidence? All day long she would scream, "You stink Justin Matisse!" Then one day she just…

Fostering FAQ: What's Her (Mom's) Story?

This is probably the second most common question I hear about the baby currently in our care, right after, "Will you keep her?"

It comes in many forms:

"So, what's her story?"
"Is her mom in the picture?"
"How did she end up in your home?
"Is her mom a drug addict?"
"How could a mom not love such a cute baby!"

I get it. It's natural curiousity, and I know I've asked similar questions of my friends who are adoptive parents.

But here's what I'm learning: a child's story is their own. And equally as important, the parent's story is their own.

Imagine how it might feel to hear that for the foreseeable future, you are not allowed to care for your child. On top of whatever difficult circumstances you are already in - perhaps poverty, social isolation, lack of adequate housing, domestic violence, intergenerational trauma, drug or alcohol dependency, low cognitive functioning, or a myriad of other complex strug…

Simone Weil: On "Forms of the Implicit Love of God"

Simone Weil time again! One of the essays in Waiting for God is entitled "Forms of the Implicit Love of God." Her main argument is that before a soul has "direct contact" with God, there are three types of love that are implicitly the love of God, though they seem to have a different explicit object. That is, in loving X, you are really loving Y. (in this case, Y = God). As for the X of the equation, she lists:

Love of neighbor Love of the beauty of the world Love of religious practices and a special sidebar to Friendship
“Each has the virtue of a sacrament,” she writes. Each of these loves is something to be respected, honoured, and understood both symbolically and concretely. On each page of this essay, I found myself underlining profound, challenging, and thought-provoking words. There's so much to consider that I've gone back several times, mulling it over and wondering how my life would look if I truly believed even half of these things...

Here are a few …