A Change of Pace

Don't compare where you are to where you want to be because you won't get very far...

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Beautiful spoken poerty

"B" by Sarah Kay

If I should have a daughter, instead of Mom, she’s gonna call me Point B, because that way she knows that no matter what happens, at least she can always find her way to me.
And I’m going to paint solar systems on the backs of her hands, so she has to learn the entire universe before she can say, “Oh, I know that like the back of my hand.”
And she’s going to learn that this life will hit you hard in the face, wait for you to get back up just so it can kick you in the stomach.
But getting the wind knocked out of you is the only way to remind your lungs how much they like the taste of air.
There is hurt here that cannot be fixed by Band-Aids or poetry.
So the first time she realizes that Wonder Woman isn’t coming, I’ll make sure she knows she doesn’t have to wear the cape all by herself.
Because no matter how wide you stretch your fingers, your hands will always be too small to catch all the pain you want to heal.
Believe me, I’ve tried. “And, baby,” I’ll tell her, don’t keep your nose up in the air like that. I know that trick; I’ve done it a million times. You’re just smelling for smoke so you can follow the trail back to a burning house, so you can find the boy who lost everything in the fire to see if you can save him. Or else find the boy who lit the fire in the first place, to see if you can change him.”
But I know she will anyway, so instead I’ll always keep an extra supply of chocolate and rain boots nearby, because there is no heartbreak that chocolate can’t fix.
Okay, there’s a few heartbreaks that chocolate can’t fix.
But that’s what the rain boots are for.
Because rain will wash away everything, if you let it.
I want her to look at the world through the underside of a glass-bottom boat, to look through a microscope at the galaxies that exist on the pinpoint of a human mind, because that’s the way my mom taught me.
That there’ll be days like this.
♫ There’ll be days like this, my momma said. ♫
When you open your hands to catch and wind up with only blisters and bruises; when you step out of the phone booth and try to fly and the very people you want to save are the ones standing on your cape; when your boots will fill with rain, and you’ll be up to your knees in disappointment.
And those are the very days you have all the more reason to say thank you.
Because there’s nothing more beautiful than the way the ocean refuses to stop kissing the shoreline, no matter how many times it’s swept away.
You will put the wind in winsome, lose some.
You will put the star in starting over, and over.
And no matter how many land mines erupt in a minute, be sure your mind lands on the beauty of this funny place called life.
And yes, on a scale from one to over-trusting, I am pretty damn naive.
But I want her to know that this world is made out of sugar.
It can crumble so easily, but don’t be afraid to stick your tongue out and taste it.
“Baby,” I’ll tell her, “remember, your mama is a worrier, and your papa is a warrior, and you are the girl with small hands and big eyes who never stops asking for more.”
Remember that good things come in threes and so do bad things.
And always apologize when you’ve done something wrong.
But don’t you ever apologize for the way your eyes refuse to stop shining.
Your voice is small, but don’t ever stop singing.
And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.

The link to her performing this poem on TedTalks: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0snNB1yS3IE

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I know this is a terribly uncool, bleeding-heart thing to say, but language like “crush the United States into oblivion” hurts people. It sets up fat people—in case you forgot, fat people are people—as not just the adversaries of our own health or some lady’s airplane elbow room or your boner (the usual crimes), but as the future downfall of humanity itself. The assumption that you have a right to legislate another person’s body “for their own good,” or “for the children,” or even “because they’re gross,” is its own kind of crazy—but to inflate that assumption to apocalyptic proportions, railing against the nation-obliterating medical bills of nebulous future straw-fatties, is fucking bonkers. Actively pushing this idea that fat people, via their choices or lack of willpower (or whatever it is you’ve decided turned their body into a shape you don’t like), are ruining the country just makes the country a worse place for fat people to live. Which isn’t going make fat people any less fat; it only makes them more miserable and you more of a dick.
Lindy West (Being Mean to Fat People Is Pointless: A Good Old-Fashioned Plea for Civility)

I wish we could all be this smart.

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Getting ready…

Getting ready for departure has been a bit challenging but I am trying to not stress and spend as much time with family and friends as I possibly can. It’s still so surreal that I am ACTUALLY going to Cambodia in 42 days…whose counting?

The more I research Cambodia and read current PCV’s blog’s who are already in Cambodia the more I just want to get up and go right now. But there is a lot of work to be done, and really little time to do it in!

It’s hard to even get a little bit of a emotional or physical understanding of what it is going to be like to live in Cambodia. No matter how many blogs I read or how much research I do, I don’t think I will have even a small understanding of what life is like in Cambodia. Not to mention the different districts and provinces and of course the major cities.

I have also never had to learn another language, except for those four years of Spanish in High School where I learned to say “hi”, “How are you?”, and “Where is the bathroom”…and that’s about all I remember. I feel like I will want to learn how to speak Khmer because I absolutely HAVE to do it to really survive there and make an impact on the community I will be living in.This has me a little stressed, but it’s one of those things I won’t be able to deal with until I get there in July.

Oh! How could I forget about having to use a SQUAT TOILET for two years. I think it will be very challenging at first and horrific, but people there do it everyday and have been doing it for their whole lives and past and current PCV’s have adjusted to this as well. So, it can’t be that bad….right? Right?! This is another one of those things that I will have to wait and see how it goes.

So I guess for now I will focus on the things I can work on here, like buying some clothes, seeing my favorite places, eating all the food I know I will miss, and spending time with family and friends as much as possible before leaving. Oh and pay some debt, re-learn how to ride a bike, organize finances, sell my car…I guess I should go and work on this list! Yikes!

Bye for now!