Tuesday, March 27, 2007

Good Enough


Everyone's worst dream came true for my friend this week. She was told she wasn't good enough. There are a lot of gory details that go along with that, but after I mulled it over, trying to figure out why her situation hurt so bad, why it felt so wrong, what all the horrible words meant... That's what it boiled down to. She was told she wasn't good enough, and worse, someone else was good enough. At first I thought, "every girls worst nightmare". Then immediately, "No, everyone's worst nightmare!" I just wanted to scream for her, "I KNOW I'M NOT GOOD ENOUGH! BUT YOU AREN'T EITHER, SO LOVE ME ANYWAY!"

Isn't that what it's about? Admitting that we are a mess, that we have faults, acknowledging that the other person isn't perfect either, and choosing to commit to that mess, in the face of all odds? Knowing that along with that we also get the forgiveness, and the beauty that does exist? After committing your life to someone else, telling them they aren't "good enough" is a cop out. It just means that you think it is too hard. You are tired of trying, you are too weak to find what is good and beautiful and true. I'm not talking about cases of real abuse, or neglect. I'm talking about the, "we grew apart" bollox . "We were just going in different directions." "The connection just isn't there anymore." "We ran out of things to talk about."

I know, what do I know about commitment, I've only been married less than four years. Well I know that I've been the one who has told my husband, "you aren't good enough," in much more disgusting language. I know that most of the time I said it because I was afraid he was going to tell me that I wasn't good enough, and I wanted to say it first. I also know that it is no big news that I am not good enough. I haven't been "good enough" my whole life, but I know that I am loved. I have been loved much and I am loved well, despite my best efforts to push people away, despite my faults, and mess and drama. And I know that not extending that same gift, that same grace that I've been given over and over, to anyone, let alone the man that I've promised to stand by "til death due us part", is being cheap, and weak, and and less than human.

Telling someone they aren't good enough, is saying, "You are just like me, but I'm too proud to see it. This is hard and I'm tired of fighting for you. I have bought into the lie that there is something better than this and that I will be happier if I leave you." When I am the one saying "You aren't good enough", if I think about it for half a second, I realize I am damn lucky that Tim is still there.

If you are the one telling someone, who is on their knees, begging you to love them back, that they aren't good enough, I plead with you, go back and fight for their heart. And if you are the one being told you aren't good enough, that is a lie. Someone has given their life for you. Someone has claimed you not only has "good enough", but the best, beloved, precious, cherished, amazing, and no one else has any power to tell you different. So I plead with you, go back and fight for your confidence so that you can reclaim the heart of the one you love, because they are just as broken and in need of your rescue as you are of theirs.

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Pick of the Week: Turning 27











Turning 27 was actually pretty great. Friday night we went to see our friend Molly who was in her high school musical, Footloose. She gave us tickets for my birthday. I had never seen Footloose before, and upon finally taking in this pop culture wonder, realized that I have been missing a huge piece of our culture and some deep truths being expressed in a popular medium. My favorite! Saturday, Tim and I slept in. He gave me a beautiful homemade card, which was scented and refered to me as a "Princess". Then he presented me with Peter Pan on DVD, Also my favorite! (Last week Tim and his mom did an extreme makeover on the bathroom. That was my main present. It looks amazing! Like a whole new house!) After a breakfast of chocolate chip waffles, with chocolate chip ice cream, and chocolate syrup, (the birthday breakfast I had every year growing up,) we went down to Cheap Trix and got my nose pierced! I've wanted a nose ring for 9 years, and I decided it was time. Liz and Jon were in town and invited us to lunch at California Pizza Kitchen. The rest of our weekend included long walks in Tower Grove and Forest Park with King, photographing our surroundings, and watching Peter Pan and Footloose on DVD. Just relaxing, no commitments, no plans, doing whatever we wanted. Twenty-seven feels pretty good. Even though I'm "almost 30" or in my "late 20's", there is something about feeling like I've made it this far, there is forward momentum, we can take on the next challenge with confidence.

Friday, March 23, 2007

Pick of the Week: Dreams by Arno

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My friend, Mark, had this posted on the MySpace page, and being the video geek that I am, I love it! To see more videos by this artist, go to:
http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoID=1988137142

Monday, March 05, 2007

Pick of the Week: DBD


My friend, Haas, is staring in a video series called The Dirty Bomb Diaries. The project's aim is to portray a natural disaster from a first person perspective. Haas plays a young woman who has moved to a new city, living on her own. She keeps in touch with her friends and family through her webcam, which is how we, the audience, get the scoop on what this young woman's life after the dirty bomb is detonated near her apartment. Their are four, two minute episodes posted on YouTube now, with at least 10 more to follow. Being video nerd, I think that the editing is superb and Haas adds a fantastic face to this project.
To see the videos goto:

http://www.youtube.com/dirtybombdiaries

Friday, March 02, 2007

Product Red


Product Red is a business model to sell goods and services, specifically for raising funds to buy and distribute anti-retinol medicine for those with AIDS in Africa. You can buy everything from a Product Red safety pin at the GAP that costs a dollar, to cell phones, credit cards, clothing, watches, and iPods, all with profits going to help ease the suffering of those dying of AIDS.

So far I have bought 3 safety pins. The total cost to me? Three Dollars. What that means to someone with AIDS? My purchase provided 25 single-dose (nevirapine) treatments for mother and baby, to prevent the transmission of HIV from mother to child.
To learn more about Product Red and the efforts you can contribute, visit there website.
http://www.joinred.com/manifesto.asp