Friday, November 17, 2006

My Birth Day

Every year on my birthday, I ask my Mom one question, the same question…every year.

“Will you tell me about the day I was born?”

I can’t remember how old I was when I realized that it was tradition?

My Mom still claims that the two days of her life that she remembers most clearly are the days that my brother and I were born. When she talks about these days, she starts to get that look in her eye, and I can tell she’s going back in time.

“You were so cute!”

(She says that every year!)

She starts with the moment she woke up early that morning with contractions, then gives me every detail of her memory until the moment that she walked out of the door of the hospital.

“Having my Baby” was on the radio in the car,
Nebraska played Missouri that afternoon, and
My Dad followed every nurse that tried to take me out of the room.

This was my very first story, and while the details are important…what’s most important is the way hearing this story makes me feel. This was a day that my Mom and Dad had been anticipating with love. It is a nice feeling to be that important to someone.

Important enough that they remember you…
Important enough that they love you, and…

Important enough that they don’t mind when you ask the same question again…and again.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

Stress Less

I know that I am stressed right now. My body is telling me that I am stressed. The only problem is that I can't pinpoint what exactly is stressing me. Although, I have a few ideas...

My Thesis - I come back to my thesis, over and over again. This is just hanging over my head and I can't seem to shake it. I guess if I finish it, I'd shake it, but in the meantime it is nagging. It aggravates me. I can't think how I'm going to make it happen and then I just ignore it. I've given myself one more semester. This Spring...I think that I can get this done!

My Job - Sure, I've been working long hours this semester and on occasion I have had really stressful moments when dealing with certain students, but this is nothing that feels very different from the stress that I used to feel when I was a student-athlete, trying to balance school, sport, and social life. Besides, I love my job!

My Thesis - I just moved into a new house. I love the new place, but packing all of the things you own into boxes just so you can unpack them is for the birds! I hate it. It is possibly one of the things that I hate most in life and I've been dealing with the move for the past 3 weeks...still am not fully unpacked.

If anyone who knows me has any insight into why I might be stressed right now, please let me know. And more importantly, I want to hear what I can do to reduce the stress in my life!

Stress = no bueno.