Monday, December 28, 2009

Trust no man; Fear no B!&@%*$

This has got to be the most idiotic car sign I have ever seen! If you are a self-righteous, male-bashing, man-hater..you should stop reading now because you won't appreciate this blog. Let me continue.

The key is to get to know people and trust them to be who they are. Instead, we trust people to be who we want them to be- and when they're not, we cry.” Unknown

Disappointment and Distrust are sisters. You rarely will see one without the other. Holding onto each other for dear life as if the mere thought of separating is a fate worse than death. Disappointment came first. She was an unplanned pregnancy. I mean her parents honestly had no idea Disappointment was coming. Imagine their surprise when they found out Distrust was not too far behind. Those girls were a handful to raise. Disappointment always seemed to have this way of creeping up when no one was expecting her. Well, let me clarify. The first several times she could sneak up undetected but then strange as it seems, people kind of began to expect her. Guess they got used to her ruining their plans, their hopes, their fun. People grew quite weary of her shenanigans even though they knew she would be coming around just to make their lives miserable.

Disappointment started bringing Distrust around..and well..this just wreaked havoc on people. Now they were kind of used to Disappointment but Distrust, she was really somethin' else. Disappointment tried to tell Distrust to watch who she keeps company with because you see these sisters already had a bad rep. Disappointment knew that even though she wasn't really liked, she was accepted. But, Distrust always gave people a bad feeling. Kind of like the feeling you get when all the hairs on the back of your neck stand straight up. To make matters worse, Distrust started hanging around Fear...now those two girls together did more destruction than Hurricane Katrina!



Once upon a time, I hung out with Distrust and Fear. They seemed so cool at the beginning. All my girlfriends would rally around them. And I can admit I was drawn by their charisma. They were some fiercely independent chicks who seemed to have an answer before the question was even formulated. Distrust said that Fear told her that she must always maintain control. She must always go for hers first. She is to rely on no one. Fear hated men because they were stupid little boys who only had one mission...to make the lives of women miserable. Now of course she didn't really know why she thought this, other than she once heard Disappointment say some guy hurt her. Anyway, I bought into all the propaganda. I had some similar experiences as Disappointment so there must be some truth to all of this. Plus how could millions of women be wrong???!



Today, something bizarre and unexpected happened. Before I get to that, let me tell you that on a first date several months back, I actually said "I just want you to know that I don't trust men". According to my date, I said it four times through out the course of our dinner. Yeah wow...so much for being cool, calm and collected. I'll take Issues for $300 Alex! I digress. Let's go back to today! I was chatting with a very good friend of mine about...men of course. And then I sent this in a text..."It's weird cuz for some strange reason, I can trust him". Not until I was driving home did it hit me. This is GINORMOUS..I mean HUGE! It's not about the who (I know I always say this). It's about my growth. Just read my beginning blogs!

So, all the way home I am logically trying to figure out how or why I could trust this person. It just does not make sense. I remembered my friend telling me at the end of our convo to "Go with the Flow". As I am tossing these things around in my brain, I log onto Facebook. Two things happened tonight. First, I click on my Message From God Application and it says...

... that there is no need to obsess over a decision. God has more in store for us then we can ever predict, and what we fear are bad choices frequently turn out for the best, because our hidden aspirations know better where we are going than our rational minds.

My message was right on time. Secondly, I started writing this blog and decided to add a quote on Trust. I came across the one at the top of the page. As I read. it was as if a light switched on. I trust this friend because I do not box him with my expectations of what he should be. I think he is cool as he is. I have reclaimed the power from Disappointment, Distrust and Fear....this is the beginning of learning to love wholly, purely and unconditionally. And this road is not for the faint of heart for it will be replete with visits from Disappointment, Distrust and Fear. It is my choice to reclaim my power.

During this past Sunday's sermon my Pastor Daddy quoted the following scripture:


Owe no one anything except to love one another, for he who loves another has fulfilled the law. Romans 13:8



Blessed Be,

Jodi

Sunday, December 20, 2009

Chemistry....



I decided to make cookies as a surprise for my mom's birthday. Normally, I start by taking two sticks of butter out of the fridge. To all of my Betty's or Martha's out there, you would instantly know that's the start to the Toll House Chocolate Chip Cookie recipe (there will be a quiz at the end). Wanting to break free from the humdrum, I decided to be lazily adventurous. My friend (who shall remain nameless) shared a cake cookie with me recently that was surprisingly delicious. Eager to please, I bought a box of Funfetti Cake Mix...you know, the one with the little multi-colored sprinkles? How perfect and well, fun!

I call her up and say "Hey (friend who shall remain nameless), what is the recipe for the cake cookies?". Friend Doe then replies " Oh girl, it's soooo easy. 1 box of cake mix any flavor and 1 stick of melted butter. Mix. Form into little balls. Bake." Do you need eggs I say to friend who shall remain nameless. "OH NO GIRL, YOU HAVE EVERYTHING YOU NEED WITH THOSE TWO INGREDIENTS"! Voila, cake cookies....UM NO...more like cookie rocks. I call her frantically trying to figure out why my cookies didn't taste like her cookies. What don't I have that she has? What am I missing? If I follow a recipe correctly, shouldn't my results be guaranteed? Friend who shall remain nameless was adamant that all I need is 1 just 1 stick of melted butter and 1 cake mix any flavor. I did see a recipe on the box for cake cookies but, why follow that when my friend's cookies were delicious? Written instructions ignored. No cake cookies...something is just not right.

24 hours a later, friend who shall remain nameless called another friend, who happily informed her that the recipe does in fact call for 1 cake mix, 1 stick of melted butter and uh yeah..two eggs!


Chemistry, it's really rather simple..without the presence of the eggs, the formula just won't work.

This made me think about the composition of ingredients in my relationships. He may have the right job, take me on the right dates, be the right age, say all of the right things yet something is missing. I know I know. Some of you are concerned that I am too picky. Standards too high. But, I don't think so. I am missing huevos!

Last week, I watched Serendipity for like the millionth time. I love that word-Serendipity. It sounds distinguished and intelligent, yet ends with a dipity and that's the fun. It means an aptitude for making desirable discoveries by accident. And isn't that fun..desirable discoveries by accident?

One day, I will exclaim that during all my waiting, searching, traveling, meeting people, organizing events, reconnecting with friends, I met someone. Not just any someone....

 I learned a lot from my experience with that terrible batch of cookies. 1.) Celebrate life and show your appreciation. 2.)You'll get by with a little help from your friends. 3.) When listening to your friends' advice pay attention to the written instructions(bible) and your gut instinct. 4.) Follow them with a strong conviction. 5.) When you make a bad batch, don't be afraid to start all over.

The chemistry, the recipe, the combination just has to be right.....






Sunday, November 8, 2009

Confessions of a former Hopeless Romantic V

Systems, organization, order, necessity..control! During our self-tour of the very exquisite Boston Public Library, we stumbled upon..wait for it..yes, an honest too goodness CARD CATALOG. What? Unbelievable! In this day in age of the ever faster, ever more powerful, ever superior ever more PERFECT computerized system, a city who values education is actually still using this antiquated means of disseminating information? I was shocked, thrown off guard. Why did this stand out to me so much? Why did this bother me? And so began..let's say it together boys and girls..Soul Searching! You gotta love it by now, right? So I must admit, I have bought into the notion that modern in some ways must undoubtedly equal better. I mean computers are sophisticated and even pretty now. What glamour girl doesn't want a pink Mac Book of her very own? But, I digress, we're talking card catalogs. When and who decided that placing all of the book's information into a machine would help you locate that book faster than your forefathers could flip through several hundred cards to find that  very same book?



Besides being a former hopeless romantic, I am a recovering control freak and perfectionist. A few weeks before my trip to Boston, I met someone. The who and the where aren't as important as the what and why. Pay attention. This is where it gets good. You didn't actually think I was going to write an entire blog on card catalogs did you? But it all relates. "The Commonwealth requires that the education of the people as the safeguard to order and liberty" is inscribed on the outside of the Boston Library. This quote impacted me greatly. I have a deep reverence for education. In order for me to be free, I must educate myself. Knowledge is power right? So let's go!

I met a man who wanted to be there for me. He gave. He gave from his heart. He honestly sought my happiness and made every effort to make sure I was full of joy. He christened October 16th as the Day of Jo and in doing so gave me a holiday of my very own. I was taken to a spa for a massage and manicure at the Fairmont Newport Beach and then whisked to a world class dinner at Andreas at the Pelican Hill Resort. The view was breathtaking. Imagine this.... sunset, the ocean, Catalina Island in the distance, ravioli with truffle butter, hazelnut gelato and a pot of loose leaf jasmine green tea. It was an evening for the record books. All created just for me. Pure bliss. I learned something that night...I learned to let go. I allowed someone else to be the planner, the conductor, the orchestrator. I moved over and actually gave up the reins. I finally decided about 15 minutes into the Day of Jo to stop asking where are we going, what's planned and what comes next. I relinquished control. I gave up the need to know and embraced the element of surprise. I stopped critiquing and simply inhaled and exhaled..allowing myself to be consumed in the delight of the moment. I sat still long enough to watch the sun fully set and the moonlight illuminate the water. I asked my date repeatedly..do you see how beautiful this is? And he said "this is a gift for you from your Father..He loves you this much"!

As tears streamed down my face, I realized how so not in control I truly am. I went to that place that I keep hidden from my girls, my colleagues, my son, God and myself. The place that is wounded and scarred by disappointment and failure. That place that I allow to lie dormant until some new offense rips the scab and all of the carefully packaged emotion comes oozing out like a horrific wound. I preach healing, traveling, being open, creating moments and living authentically. But deep down there is a gaping hole which needs some attention. STAT!!! Just remember when you seek knowledge..prepare yourself to receive the answer.

The following weekend, he takes me to Crystal Cove. There are other individuals on the beach some of them getting their jog on. We begin walking side by side. He gently grabs my hand and asks "Where are you going? You in a rush"? I blush noticing my pace and make a marked effort to slow down. We start walking again. I am excitedly giving my opinion on the topic and once again he just stops. I stop. And then I remember...oh yeah my pace. I am rushing through this moment hurrying him on to our destination. And then I remember..oh yeah..we're just walking along the beach..there is no destination. Actually, we have already arrived so why do I feel the need to control the pace? We're strolling. Maybe because if I slow down he will see how vulnerable I truly am. He will see that I do not have it all together. And while I have assumed the role of the independent super mom, employee, party planner, mentor, world traveler, inspirational speaker and general all around make it happen chick, I have hidden myself from the vulnerability of romantic relationships. Even in this moment of sharing uninterrupted time with a person who seeks to truly be there for me, I am rushing. I reflect.

I will admit that I was seeking perfection. I was looking for some guarantee that nothing bad will ever happen again that will cause me to feel the pain associated with divorce. I would not tolerate disappointment, broken promises or failure. So, I guarded myself by building a castle on a hill. I built a mote with a drawbridge and filled it up with pirahnas and alligators. I put up barbed wire and attached signs with angry doberman faces which read BEWARE. Oh, don't get me wrong the inside was beautifully adorned with empowering plaques that celebrated a woman on a mission. I always thought that one day a man strong enough and determined enough would fight the alligators, scale the walls and come save me from my lone existence. But a funny thing happened. I had an epiphany while in Boston. One morning, Sherrill and I spent a good 15 minutes pondering whether to purchase a Go Boston card which would give us access to many of the top sight seeing places. A kindly librarian looking woman assisted us with our planning. After too many minutes of watching two control freaks (Sherrill has already admitted this) ponder every aspect of the pros and cons of the purchase all while debating the time we would have to actually use this investment, she says in a very direct tone "OK ladies enough! Cough of the cash so we can get you on your way! You ladies have wasted 15 minutes discussing this and you can be in the trolley headed to your first destination"! Without a word or even looking at each other, we open our wallets and comply. Once we were out of earshot of the librarianesque Go Card vendor, we looked at each other and laughed. She was so right. Precious moments of life wasted as we perfected our plan. We weren't living, we were plotting the perfect day, the perfect places to see, the perfect person to meet. So, the joke is on me. God had a little talk with me during this season of my life. I am responsible for tearing my own castle down. I constucted it. I have to swim through my self-made mote and reach out. It's not for anyone but me to do the work. I was waiting on a perfect system not realizing that they too get viruses, power down, lose connection. Their is no perfect.

I have begun my demolition and boy is the view so much better. Letting go of all of the preconceived notions of how things should be sure helps me to appreciate how they really are. Okay, I know you are wondering what's happening with me and my gentleman. Well, he exited my life as swiftly as he entered. In the grand scheme of things, I am comforted by the fact that this man was in my life for a reason. He was not meant for the destination but rather for the stroll. And that is okay. He taught me invaluable lessons and at our departure we wished each other well. www.inspiringthots.net/movie/reason-season.php

Be encouraged and know that God cares even about the secret things. Be courageous enough to let your perception of perfection be altered by His mighty hand. Be still long enough to see the beauty in the lives that He allows to cross your path. Be willing to go to that vulnerable place and allow His touch to heal those deep wounds. Be wise enough to let people and things go that hold you back. And be fearless enough to realize that you are perfect just as you are-that is...lacking nothing essential to the whole.

Loving you in all your splendor from the vulnerable place in my heart,

Jodi
Psalms 23:1 The Lord is my Shepherd, I SHALL NOT WANT (to be without;lack)

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Confessions of a former hopeless romantic part IV

Read the paragraph below and then click on the link preceding the paragraph to view the slideshow.  The site has received so many hits that it may take a moment
for the slide presentation to display but it is well worth the wait!

This guy Rob said God was unfolding a vision in his life over the span of
about a year and then he put faith to feet and made it happen. Rob and
Keisha dated for about 4 years. And he knew that she was the one...but he
had to save up for all that God had prompted him to do for her. So in short
what you are about to see happen on April 28th....he rented out 10 rooms in
the Ritz Carlton in Buckhead and invited about 50-60 people to be there for
this special night...Keisha had to go from room to room and in each room
were people who were special to them....his boys...her girls...her Bible
Study group...his parents...her parents..etc. and everybody in each room
had questions that she had to answer to be able to move to the next room
and before she left each room the people there would pray over her...so you
have to watch each room to see how that goes...he chose roses because
Keisha's aunt who passed suddenly loved roses and he bought some of the
dipped in gold because of the stories in the Bible about Solomon and how
everything was dipped in gold and the song that you hear playing in the
background was the same song that was played at Keisha's aunts funeral, she
was like a second mom to Keisha.

When Rob was asked what he was thinking and how it felt...he said that he
was kicking and screaming all the way, not because he did not love Keisha
and want to marry her....but because of the time , money, and stress that
was spent doing this. Rob, put his house up for rent and saved for her ring
and this night and he did it out of obedience.

Click the link from Rob's email below to see the slide show...turn your
volume up.....


Subject: Robert & Keisha's Engagement Pictures

I have spent the past year of my life piecing together a vision given to me
by God. On April 28, 2007, that vision was fulfilled.  My labor of love for
the woman I love.

"God Is Love...The Proposal"


The Proposal (link)

A few years ago I received this email as a forward. I did not pay too much attention to it. I think maybe that I wasn't quite ready to watch it. Okay, so here I am being honest again. I think when it comes to love and relationships, I have got to be the most double minded person. A few weeks ago, one of my cousin's updated her Facebook status with this...

I must really learn that its not shameful to accept from others. Love must be balanced. If nobody were to receive love, who could give it?

Sowing and Reaping, Give and Take. Where did I learn this shame? When did this imbalance take root and germinate. Better yet, how do I begin to abort this weed? I need some Round Up! This weed is choking the life.So I was reminded this week that the first step to recovery is even admitting there is a problem...

Hi my name is Jodi and I am recovering hopeless romantic. And we all say "Hi Jodi". Some of you may not understand why it's so important for me not to continue in this state. I know I know, a hopeless romantic is a popular term assigned to those who are in love with love. I am not saying that I don't love long walks on the beach, roses and candlelit dinners as much as the next girl. What I am saying is that I can no longer use a term that begins with hopeless. I am not hopeless "having no expectation of hope;despair;desperate" as the on-line dictionary states. I stopped caring several years ago about what is the popular thing to say.

So here I am on this journey, discovering myself, facing my fears, coming clean and becoming. I love that word...BECOMING. It's delicate yet has movement. There is no expectation of time, the beginning or the end, or what the destination will bring. It just means a process of change. Change...now that's a good thing. Freaky, just had a Deja VU. Watching Brothers and Sisters and typing the word change. I digress.

This week I had a CONVERSATION that changed my life. It made me stretch my beliefs and boundaries, my hopes and my dreams, my self-worth and fears. I appreciate my friend for that. I appreciate his honesty, the gentle approach and most of all his listening ear. So, I reflected. Then remembered this email from 2007. Located it and watched the whole thing beginning to end. No longer afraid to face my fear of connecting with another individual. Understanding that I am worth of all of this and more. Learning that in order for me to experience my idea of romantic love, I must not be afraid to receive love. There is a vulnerability in all of this of course. Is there really any other way to truly grow?

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Confessions of a former Hopeless Romantic Part III


     Okay..here I am working through another one of my issues. But, it's my blog so I can use this blank canvas to share my heart. To be as real and raw as I wanna, right? I used to take the bus sometimes while I was attending Berkeley. I saw my bus coming..number 77 or 78..ok it does not matter..well sort of. The point is-I knew this was the bus I needed to get from Andronico's grocery store to HOME! So as the bus approached I kind of looked away. Maybe I was embarrassed that I was taking the bus..not as chic as BART (Bay Area Rapid Transit) or maybe I assumed the bus driver knew I had been taking this same bus every Tuesday and Thursday for months and would just stop or maybe I kinda wished that I was the owner of my own vehicle able to travel freely around the Bay Area. Whatever the reason..this is what happened. The bus driver pulls that big machine over, opens the door and looks me right in the eye and says this "Next time you see your bus coming..you better act like you wanna catch it or I will pass you by". And this was all before I stepped foot on his mobile work place. Well of course my initial reaction was "how dare this %^$# (your expletive of choice) speak to me in that tone!". My blood was curdling..I mean I am sitting at your freakin' bus stop. What??? Do you think I was just resting my feet, taking in the scenery, contemplating life.??.SERIOUSLY!!! But, instead of reacting, I found a seat and stared out the window replaying his 21 words that little did I know still stick with me nearly 21 years later! Fast Forward..
     9/18/2009 I am involved in my Friday morning ritual of swimming laps at LA Fitness. In walks a rather attractive man. Well, truth be told I knew exactly who this mystery man was...sort of! I've tried to check him out before but, I could never catch a good glimpse. Red and blue trunks (nice length), black gym bag (Nike I think), flip flops (not the cheap rubber ones), red goggles that look more like a pair of Oakleys. He hesitates for a second. Places bag on the floor next to the window instead of using the hooks. He surveys the entire pool. All of the lanes are occupied. I am swimming casually towards his direction however my gaze is straight ahead. Mystery man is in my peripheral. Now either he is walking towards the jacuzzi or coming to talk to me. But I won't make direct eye contact. The very guy I have been checking out for months walking towards me and I freeze up. He stops on the side of me and says "Would it bother you if I shared your lane?" What the %^$#(expletive of your choice) is wrong with me? This is rhetorical. In response, I shake my head side to side like a flippin' horse. He thanks me and says that he promises to stay on his side. I barely look up obviously appearing to be very disinterested! Disinterested in the very guy I have been wondering about?! We ended up talking a bit at the end of his laps but, that's neither here nor there for the point I am trying to make.
     So can you guess what tape played in my mind next? You betcha..the good 'ol bus driver talking to me about how I need to act interested..or it will pass me by! In normal circumstances like group settings, interviewing clients, public speaking..I am confident. I mean downright ace in the hole. Those things don't intimidate me. So why do simple interactions with men cause me to freeze up? Guess I need to do some soul searching...ok done! It's called the left overs from rejection, abandonment and disappointment. Thought I was done with this. I know all of this stuff logically but when the rubber meets the road, I resort to my old behavior patterns. Dismissive, disinterested..anything like Al Pacino in the God Father? So here is my challenge....
     Rewind back to 1989, A few stops later, an older gentleman boards that bus. He notices my forlorn face and says "Smile young lady! Cuz when you smile..the whole world smiles back at you"! And that too has stuck with me for two decades. I will smile. I will make eye contact. I will act interested...in the whole world. For what do I stand to gain but, a smile in return?

   

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