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Buzzkills, Rodent and Religious Alike

by Sarah Morgan on September 21, 2009

You’re going to laugh, but groundhogs are way scarier close up than you’d think.

Remember my skunk predicament in South San Francisco? Redux with groundhog this weekend. Running down a lovely country road with cornfields and blue, blue skies, I was in a pleasant sort of self-hypnosis with the sun and the rhythm. Till we snuck up on each other.

Neither it nor I noticed each other till it arched and hissed right next to me. I screamed. We both froze. The elderly gentleman in the passing pickup saw it all and laughed.

Total buzzkill. Try getting a rhythm back after you’ve just developed Instant Paralyzing Marmot Phobia.

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But, more seriously in the buzzkill file this weekend, someone I respect surprised me with what I saw (and see) as totally out-of-character bigotry.

It’s hard to act in a way that untangles feelings out of it. But as much as you want to say “you’re wrong, this is horrible,” it doesn’t do any good to turn it into a shouting match. So I politely pointed out some of the errors in their facts. They expressed interest and appreciation.

Fine.

Except not really.

The conversation functioned in its subtext. What those nice words meant was, they said Those People Were Bad, I disagreed, they recognized that I wasn’t a useful person to talk about Those People with, and we shoved it all under the rug.

It feels like I gave them an easy out to keep up appearances, and all I accomplished was that I won’t be graced with those opinions in future. I wish I knew a response that could truly sufficiently negate the cavalier repetition of untruths.

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Later that day, though, my faith was restored by a blog post. And I can feel your skepticism from here, but I mean it.

Amy sent me to this post on Daily Mish Mash, and if anyone doubts the literate value of online conversation, I want them to read it. The post is on gay marriage, and it is, bar none, the most considered, non-judgmental, sincere, calm, heartfelt conversation between proponents and opponents I’ve ever seen.

If we all acted like Jen’s readers, the world would be a better place.

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(Except for the groundhogs.)

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More on Fear

by Sarah Morgan on August 10, 2009

I’ve posted about fear before, and the challenge of it.

I may not have conquered anything for good this weekend, but it’s fair to say I gave it a good workout.

I went zip lining.

I am terrified of heights. Like, terrified. Dizzy, shaking, kind of terrified. Climbing ladders. Sitting on people’s shoulders. Anything.

And here I was spending three hours getting myself ridiculously high up and then going ridiculously fast with ridiculously little holding me up in the air.

And Anne has pictures, so I can really prove it happened.

I don’t know if I’m not scared of ladders and shoulders anymore. But I’ll tell you this much.

I have GOT to do it again.

Are you coming?

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Spinning Plates

by Sarah Morgan on April 10, 2009

I’ve had two different people say to me today that they hadn’t heard much from me in a while. In both cases, it’s very true. And I don’t really like that.

The different facets of life seem like a lot in recent weeks.

  • Work – my actual day job. This is not only the actual work, but also the people involved in it. Clients, bosses, staff. By and large, I love them, but some days, just one situation with just one of them can be a full-time job in itself, and more.
  • Social media – which is work, but exists largely outside my daily responsibilities.
  • Tae kwon do – which I guess I don’t talk about much, but I’d just curl up in the corner and live there, if I could. I haven’t progressed nearly as fast as I’d originally hoped, and I think I could be a lot better than I am. Part of it is time.
  • Home – where I need those moments where I feel like I belong, when the dishwasher’s been run at least once in the last week and I have clean socks and I can flop onto the couch, stare out the window and exhale.
  • Friends – and this depends on which friends you’re talking about, because I’m improving but still not very good at getting friends from different parts of my life together, and so even if I’m caught up on one front, I’m probably not with another.
  • Family – some are five minutes away, some are thousands of miles away. Are they feeling neglected? Probably.
  • Money – numbers don’t come easily to me.
  • Cooking – neither does this.
  • Exercise – running and lifting and yoga and all of the things that I know how to do, I know how good I feel when I do, but are so easily wedged out by other things.

And while all of this is real, I also realize that comparatively, it’s paltry. It’s a cakewalk. Because I’m just ME. I’ve got one job, I’ve got a manageable little condo, I haven’t got a husband, I haven’t got kids, I haven’t even got any pets. And yet still I can’t keep it all in a balance that I’m satisfied with. So what can I do about it?

  • I can realize that I’m just like everybody else. Which is sort of comforting.
  • I can realize that everybody else is just like me. Which makes me more patient and forgiving.
  • I can procrastinate less and do even more. Which feels good.
  • I could probably realize that I might be a bit of a perfectionist. Which might let me let go of a few things.

But what else can I do? What else do YOU do?

Tonight, I’m dealing with one of those rapid-onset “but I went to bed FINE” sick days that knocked me sideways as soon as I opened my eyes in the morning. So now I get my comforter. And more trying again tomorrow.

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On Uppers

by Sarah Morgan on December 6, 2008

Hey, incidentally, 16 more posts till I hit 1,000. Think I’ll make it by the end of 2008? And what do I get if I do?

I’ve never been able to understand why anyone needs drugs, legal or illegal, to feel better. And after the day I’ve just had, I can’t imagine that they could be anywhere near as good.

Two of my fabulous friends from work and I participated in a Habitat for Humanity Women Build all day today. We got to spend the day outside in the fresh air and sunshine, warming ourselves up in the freezing cold and getting filthy dirty by hauling buckets of rocks and raking gravel and digging trenches and tarring a foundation. And we got to do it right alongside the amazing woman whose house we were building. It was an absolutely unbelievable experience (even apart from getting mistaken for a high-school student, which would have made my day all by itself). I can’t wait wait to volunteer for Habitat again.

And then I got to go to the hospital and talk to Tracy . And I guess all there is to say about that is – even when one of you is only blinking and nodding and shrugging – two weeks ago that I wasn’t sure whether I would ever have a conversation with my friend again.

I can’t express how much I needed a day like this. I am so, so grateful and happy.

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