Of late, I have been experiencing a lot of deep thoughts, big decisions, and generally a lot of things I have to think about and deal with. I admit that I am physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausted, causing me to be unfit for His service or, in the least, a sad excuse for a girl.
Of Late.
0 commentsPosted by Chelsea at 6:02 PM
Last Year.
0 commentsI thought it might be fun to look back on January last year, and guess what! I posted something on this day, one year ago! It happens to be one of my favorite posts, although I'm not sure I agree with all of it anymore.
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Originally posted January 23, 2008. I think I was sitting at Starbucks.
How beautiful fleeting moments are! I was thinking of a moment that both saddened me and yet made me cherish the moment even more. Have you ever had dinner with someone about to go away to war? Even takeout becomes a special day. What about time with someone you know is going to die soon, or a glorious day away from distractions, with those you love? What about putting your arms around someone, but knowing that they're not with you in heart, only in body? At least for a second you can believe that some part of them is yours. What seems ordinary becomes, in the context of time (which has no master) suddenly something you wish was tangible. Oddly, although moments hold qualities that would seem to be measurable, they are not. Oh, you can measure the time, the date, the people who were there, or the amount of seconds that you held that feeling that seemed so long. But you can't really measure the value and you certainly can't bottle the moment to be enjoyed later. Try putting experiences into a two week time frame, or a day, or a month, or a hundred years. A thousand wishes and broken watches won't stop the perpetual spin into another lifetime just seconds away.
Daily I'm reminded that all good things do, indeed, end. Perhaps this is because the constant flow of good and happiness only increases our desire for more beauty, more peace, more love, more of someone or something. I used to think that absence was painful- and it is, don't get me wrong- but it's a different kind of pain. There's the pain of knowing you can't have someone or something that fills one of those little cracks in your heart, and then there's the pain that couples with anticipation and longing for something that is possible. The beauty of the latter is that you learn to be independent but then cherish the time that you are together. I've felt the pain of both: The pain of never being able to have, and loneliness that comes with waiting.
I've had some gorgeous fleeting moments. I'll never forget my first kiss, my first achievement, or those thousands of moments when I was afraid I wasn't going to make it. I'm learning to enjoy those moments that are so deceivingly fleeting, while pausing to remember something from that moment that I can savor later. And in this fleeting moment, my laptop battery is slowing dripping its energy into oblivion, and I must stop typing before I lose all of this forever.... (which may, of course, not be such a bad thing)
Posted by Chelsea at 9:43 PM
The Blonde's Philosophy on Airports.
0 commentsAirports are funny places.
Have you ever gone to an airport, and really watched what is going on? I know it's hard when you are trying to keep track of your luggage, and your feet hurt, and you're afraid your gate got changed and you missed the announcement. I, for one, am always afraid about having to put my carry-on items on the counter/floor/hook in the sketchy bathroom. Because if someone takes your precious bag, it could very well end up across the world! It's not like losing your bag at the mall, where you could easily catch up with the thief.
But I digress.
Anyways, one time I was at the airport, I made a point to pay attention to the people. I was waiting to leave somewhere I wanted to stay, and I said goodbye to someone I didn't want to say goodbye to. The worst part was the three hours before takeoff; thinking and people watching and juggling my coffee, purse, and carryon. The armrest was digging into my ribcage and the high heels were really starting to dig into my feet and a great fear was starting to dig into my heart. And I started thinking that airports are similar to hospitals, in that they are pretty clear with their intention. Hospitals can be sad, where people are sick and die. Hospitals can be extraordinarily happy; a place where babies are born. Hospitals can be neutral, a place where you go to get better and hopefully never return. If you watch the people who mill around the baggage claim, it is interesting to watch their faces. I have never understood why two people greet each other with such lukewarm excitement, especially two people who appear that they are in love. I mean, your honey just got off an airplane! He's ok! And he's walking through a sea of people to find YOU and your smiling face!
So I have a philosophy about airports.
1. Never, ever drop someone off at the curb, unless they are going to seriously miss their plane, and only if you had something to do with them being late. (ie, spending too much time kissing goodbye.) And then you must apologize profusely.
2. Always arrive early enough to be found; sometimes cell phones don't work in the airport.
3. If you are the one flying out, and your ride offers to drop you off at the curb, make a mental note of it. It may mean nothing- or everything.
Airports are scary places. Maybe I'm the only one who does this, but whenever I fly I always imagine that it could be the end. Dramatic, I know. I pray during and after takeoff and I tell myself that I have Jesus if the plane goes down. I still get white knuckles. But when I get to where I'm going, I am so happy to see whoever I'm going to see. And you know what? You can tell a lot about a person by the way they greet you.
The end.
Posted by Chelsea at 7:04 PM
For my friend.
Labels: Free Verse 0 commentsA week stolen and
Posted by Chelsea at 12:22 AM
Dictionary.
2 commentsPosted by Chelsea at 5:17 PM
Random, Delicate Thoughts.
Labels: Have You Been McNabbed? chelsea-isms, Random 0 commentsOk, so I'm trapped here on the couch because I'm sick and thinking about a whole lot of things. I'd much rather be out doing something- anything, really. Except pumping gas because you know how I hate to do that. Oh, and leaf blowing. WHO LEAF BLOWS on a Saturday afternoon? I can just pictures some putz of a man sitting there on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Or maybe he's not a putz, but an attractive, fit man. Anyways. "Hey baby, I'm going to go out and use the leaf blower."
I'm sorry. I just don't see it.
It reminds me of the people I see using those little mini leaf blowers on the street downtown. I'm convinced that there are two shifts: One shift that blows the leaves off the street, and the other shift that blows the leaves on the sidewalk, from the street. And I'm betting that sometimes the shifts overlap and one guy says to the other, "Dude! You just blew leaves on my sidewalk."
Posted by Chelsea at 1:00 PM
Sick.
0 commentsOhhhh I have the FLU and all I can do is be in bed and cough and sniffle!
Shoots a whole Friday and Saturday!
Boo.
Posted by Chelsea at 12:57 PM
Panes.
Labels: Free Verse, Poetry 0 commentsDeftly he moves
Up and down
Over here and there
Such different worlds
I'm looking out
He's looking in
Up, down, up, down, side to side
Dappled colors, water spots
Left there from rains and hands past
Arms and Windex work their magic
And the cafe' windows shine again
:)
Posted by Chelsea at 8:20 PM
The Name's Blonde.
Labels: Friends, Have You Been McNabbed? chelsea-isms 0 commentsJ. is one of the funniest people I know. I don't know what it is, but if you get he and I together we laugh and laugh and tell stupid jokes and we make fun of our differences. Early Wednesday morning I took him to the airport for his fantastical trip to NYC for the great ball drop.
Posted by Chelsea at 8:19 PM
Oh, What To Post?
0 commentsHappy New Year, everyone! I intentionally did not post anything yesterday, because everyone posts all sorts of resolutions and good intentions for New Years, and frankly I'm not sure that I'm the type of girl who can handle that pressure. Because if I put resolutions up here, then I'll get all stressed out about following them. Besides, if you are a regular reader, you'll find that I make up resolutions throughout the year anyways, whenever the whim strikes me on an area of change and/or improvement.
Posted by Chelsea at 9:30 AM