Donna defined?

Tonight I am thinking about the idea of redefining… things… self… whatever…

In thinking about redefinition I find myself needing to consider the present definitions.  Maybe that’s the problem.  What is the definition of Donna?  ’Things’ around me are being defined and redefined all the time and, except for my initial reactions to the uncomfortableness of change, this is usually good in the end.  Somehow.

But what of the Donna definition?  At the risk of being my stereotypical self and being super analytical, who the heck do I think I am?!  What defines me… or rather, what things do I allow to (erroneously) define me?  What patterns, habits, thoughts, etc. keep me from being the best Donna ever?  I won’t list these all out here (sorry) but maybe I’m not the only one needing to consider such a list these days.

Ultimately, the love of Jesus defines me.  Or at least it ought to.  And because I want for it to, wherever it doesn’t quite shine through I know those are some of the areas that need some redefining.

I’ve never been one for “breaking habits”… I have always preferred to replace bad (already ‘broken’, perhaps!) habits with new, better habits.  But I’ve never really given myself much credit for my better habits either.  Upon reflection, this may have been an oversight that has lead to the occasional breakdown of these same better habits.

Now, I tend not to do formal New Year’s resolutions anymore.  I think goals and good choices and changes can be made at any time and waiting for the new year to place them in effect is counter productive in many cases.  But it’s definitely true that the end of a calendar year often comes with times of reflection and re-assessment.  Maybe because some of us actually take the time to stop our crazy busy lives and relax or spend time with family (or both if we’re fortunate!).  It’s often a good time to “reset” and start fresh.  So I’ve set a goal or two, and am always clad with one dream or another, but I’m really stuck on this idea of the “definition”.

Yup – I can get all melancholic and wonder if anybody will take a chance on me… but perhaps herein lies a fault in the present definition?  Maybe it’s time that I take a chance on myself.  That would be an example of a redefinition if I ever saw one.  Too bad I have no idea what that would look like… but I do like the sound of it.

Defining Donna… Redefining Donna… Finding Donna?  Oh Donnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaa????!  Where are youuuuuuuuuuuu?

Here I am tonight.

The truth is that it can be quite difficult to blog after a lengthy absence.  There are decisions to be made.  Do I blog as though no time has elapsed or attempt to explain the blogging hiatus?  Do I try to say something profound or timely or is it most important to just say something…. anything…. to get the blogging juices flowing once again?  Do I promise to never leave the blogosphere again or opt to make no such indication of when I might create another post after this one?

The truth is that it can be quite difficult to blog at anytime.  Sometimes I just don’t know what to say… or whether it really matters that I tried a curried egg experiment or saw the Houston space cow at the airport.  Sometimes I figure I live in a virtual world too often as it is… should I really share oodles of thoughts virtually as well?  Is there any value to those thoughts anyway?  Sometimes I wonder if I should share personal experiences about things I’ve done or things I’m living through… if people in “real life” want to hear it any more than people in online life, or are they all the same people anyway?

The truth is that it can be quite difficult to figure myself out as it is.  So should I really do that online?  Should I stick to weather and music and the occasional computer geeky thing with a splash of theological thought thrown in?  Should I dissect myself for all to see?  Or does the weather and music and computer geeky and theological thought do that enough on its own?

I don’t know.  Lately I have found out that I don’t know much, but a few folk here and there seem to have the impression that I actually do.  And yet I know less now than I ever did before.  And this isn’t just the rapid decline in my memory or fact retention that I’ve witnessed in the last year.  (Funny how I remember THAT!  Would be nice to not realise I used to be a better remember-er… even if I wasn’t that great at it to begin with!)

Things in life are overwhelming for me right now.  Little things.  Big things.  Most every thing.  I’m really hoping that it’s just a phase.  And even if there is no hope of that, I keep hoping just the same!   So, maybe I will want to blog about some of those things.  Or maybe I will want to avoid all of those things completely and just type something that may be slightly of interest just because I enjoy words.  Or maybe not.

But here I am tonight.  In my home in Guelph.  Dreaming of a great many things.  Possibly worrying about a great many more.  Definitely wanting things I should not have.  And needing things that are already within my grasp, but I somehow forget to close my grip.

This is September.  This is Donna.  Still livin’, people.  Yes indeedy.

Seeing Pain

I am feeling pain right now without a doubt.  I’m over-tired and I physically hurt.  But somehow in the last few days I’ve been snapped out of my unfortunate self-absorbed streak to actually see a broader view of the pain all around me.  And then I felt that pain too.

These are rough days.  Are they truly rougher than any other?  Well perhaps yes and no.  Yes in some ways because we do really well at making them be harder.  Our lifestyles and our habits don’t necessarily help us as much as we think or hope that they do or should.  And no because times have always been tough for somebody.  The present time is always a rough day for somebody.

I’ve been so busy lately, merely existing… being busy with commitments, with “life”, with music, with work, just with everything.  Learning little tidbits of worth along the way, tidbits that I am usually too tired to remember the next hour let alone the next day.  I don’t think I’ve been behaving particularly hard-done-by or anything, at least not for very long… I’ve just been too busy to think or notice much else but my own situations.

I had the privilege of stepping back quite recently and catching a glimpse of a broader view… a long overdue step back perhaps.  But I saw pain.  The pain of so many around me.  So many different kinds of pain.  So many different kinds of people.  It was too much to take in.  Overwhelming and sad.  Catching a vision of something is one thing…. not having a clue what to do with it is quite another.

I’m sure it has been said that fear can be a form a paralysis.  And I feel paralysed with this.  Perhaps by the fear that I can do nothing to help or make a difference in the world immediately around me.  But I so want to.  I want to see pain eased and wounds healed.  Ultimately lives changed.  The heart made fully alive by a God who formed us to be fully alive.

After a few days of walking around like the living dead, I know how disconnected I feel from the one who placed His heart in mine.  satan uses distraction to get to me, to many of us… but “seeing pain” brings me back and reminds me again there is more for all of us.  No matter where we are at on the journey… still there is more to follow.  There is no end to our endless God.

Now what?  We pray.  We act.  We simply serve each other instead of ourselves.  How contrary is that to the culture we live in!

Snow and Bad Shows

It’s the start of April and in southern Ontario, and many other locations in the eastern part of North America, we’re getting snow.  Some people talk like this is a strange thing.  But it’s not really.  It’s just an unwanted thing.  It isn’t uncommon to see snow for a few days in April and even into May.  I don’t really consider it a freak thing.  It maybe doesn’t happen every year, but I’ve seen it happen enough times in my life that I don’t complain too much about it.  I don’t like it… I don’t hide that, but I accept that it happens.

One thing that really does not fall into the category of accepted things would be the Blue Jays fans at the SkyDome (I know, I know… the Rogers Centre) tonight for the season opening game against the Detroit Tigers.  So, the dome is closed and the natives are stressed out by the snow, but throwing things on the field???  Seriously?!???  How old are we??

1)  The home team was well in the lead for the entire game… even if the come-from-behind speciality of the Tigers seemed a possibility at one point.  So why are the home team fans even thinking that this is an acceptable thing to throw objects out on the field?  What point does this make other than “We’re ignorant, rude Canadians who are ungracious hosts to the visiting team?”

2)  Even if people are ridiculous enough to counter by saying that, somehow, this is “part of the game”… how is also potentially endangering the home team members seen as something worth risking?

3)  Then there is the booing… how was booing the visiting team after throwing things at them making anything better?  I mean, sure, the Tigers were able to break the momentum of the Jays by taking that break from the field.  But it’s within the rules of the game to do what they did, and there was a legit concern.  And then booing after the announcer said not to throw things on the field?  Oh grow up!

4)  And my favourite… the stupidity of (hopefully only a few) fans could have cost the Jays the entire game.  Way to go there… the massive lead almost lost because people don’t know what kind of conduct is appropriate in public?  Or how to be civil to guests in your “home”.

What a loss of respect we have for humanity.  How easily it flies out the window in the name of “sport”, when there is nothing sporting about the behaviour at all.  (See my unwritten blog post about why I don’t like hockey too much because of the fighting, etc.)

For somebody who is considering following baseball again this year after a long (long, long) hiatus, this was a disappointing start.  And the Jays played well.  Way to go Jays!  But yah, the fans at that game should apologise to the Tigers.  And most importantly, shape up for the rest of the season.  I sure won’t be going to any games if that’s the way it’s going to be… besides the players, it’s not safe for the fans either.

Busy Weekend

This weekend is yet another busy weekend, but one that I am really looking forward to.  The overwhelming event of the weekend is Marked By Love going to North York Temple in Toronto for the Palm Sunday service, and all the rehearsals that go with that.  But definitely looking forward to singing together and celebrating… I will marvel yet again at how it all plays out, I am sure.  There are many things that seem exciting possibilities, so that adds to the anticipation even in all of the busy-ness.

I’ve already been out for a fine meal with friends and tried orange roughy for the first time.  I really enjoyed it, but may never have it again after reading a little about it.  We’ll see… a little anti-climactic there!  But the company was great too… better than the food.  The restaurant itself I also feel that I can and should recommend.

Saturday is “my” girl Allison’s 5th birthday.  That is very unbelievable news to me.  It seems like it was just the other day that she was born.  Of all of my sister’s kids, she was the one I held the earliest, and she might even be the most like me in many ways.  (Scary…. probably for both of us.)  Anyway, we’re going out for breakfast in the morning, so I really shouldn’t still be up.  But I’m looking forward to that… really hoping that she’ll enjoy it too.

In fitness news, I just did 13 consecutive knee-based push ups tonight.  That’s a personal best so far.  I was discouraged the other day that I wasn’t going to be able to advance to the 3rd week of the 100 push up plan (see hundredpushups.com and my plan to accomplish this goal) without repeating the 2nd week of the plan.  I could hardly handle day 2 of this second week, so I could see the writing on the wall.  After today’s session I was just shy of meeting the requirements to proceed to the 3rd week plan, BUT I was MUCH stronger than I expected to be today.  Seeing this improvement already is definitely encouraging.  Hopefully this second shot at the 2nd week will be much easier and my maximums will be much higher.

I also went for another fitness walk on Thursday, this time after work.  That felt really good.  I listened to some interesting podcasts while I was out and also found it easier to blow my cornet at band practice later on that night.  I hope to get out on Sunday after getting back into Guelph… that will depend on the time and the weather, of course.  The weirdest thing about my fitness walk on Thursday?  The OPP police car ripping down Brant Avenue with full sirens blaring… and I was just about to cross the road…. very thankful that I waited on that decision hearing sirens somewhere.

Site: I Am Second

I just discovered the website iamsecond.com tonight. Check it out!

Try Typing Before You Speak?

There are many things I am not. I am not really a phone person. (Although because I can be a people person, I can sometimes seem like a phone person. But generally speaking, I hate phones.) I am not a conflict person… I may create some, but not intentionally. And, whether I caused it or not, I don’t like dealing with conflict-y things. I am also not often what one would consider a clever or particularly helpful conversationalist in person. Perhaps that is just a self-perception but most of the time that’s one of the few perceptions I have, so I deal.

Anyway, one thing I am almost too good and too comfortable with is online chatting. Not emails as much as instant messaging, where both parties are present, although often in two distinctly different locations, and sharing in a real-time conversation via computer. Note I said “often” — this would be because I spend 5-days a week at the office sending various instant messages to people who sit within a stones throw of my desk. Actually less than a stones throw… I can throw a stone pretty far.

I have had a number of very deep, spiritual, personal kind of conversations over the years via one instant messaging program or another. One might call it “mentoring”. Or maybe “available”. Or better still, simply a friend. But nonetheless, that has become part of what I do and how I communicate with people who are geographically located all over the place.

There are many things about instant messaging that are less than perfect. You can’t tell how somebody is reacting for certain — only with a sense of who the person is in real life, or by discernment, can we get an idea of this. Also, some things literally get lost in transmission. I’ve had messages critical to the ongoing discussion never get to the recipient… the messages before and after, yes, but not the one that had the meat in it. If I’m lucky and catch on, I can resend it, but not always does it work out.

BUT… (apart from the obvious advantage of talking to these people in the first place) to me the best thing about instant messaging is the “think time” that it can provide. Granted, I am a fast typer and can let my response messages get sent off a lot quicker than I intended, sharing stellar remarks such as “that’s so goo” or “okya!”. But most of the time, the “think time” does apply.

I don’t take “think time” nearly enough in real person to person conversations (either on the phone or in person). Maybe I always feel the pressure to respond immediately, even without thinking something through. But when online, I can craft a somewhat witty response, or (on the other end of the spectrum) take a moment to pray or listen for the best response.

We’ve all experienced receiving a message where our out loud (negative) reaction is along the lines of “OH, come on!!! You’ve got to be kidding me!!” and our filtered reply is “oh really?” or “ok, that’s fine”, usually because there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. For some of us, we do this in person too… although many people don’t.

I like “think time” because it allows for a more quality response. By the time I finish typing my reply, having already re-read the typed out parts many times while typing the rest, I can immediately assess whether it is a good response… whether it is clear, kind, appropriate, spelled correctly…. any number of things. It’s just that smidgen slower (even for quick typists) in process time that it allows for the “think time” that is so easily discarded within the structure of in person exchanges.

Maybe I need to start typing my comments, questions, replies out in my head before sharing with the auditory world?

Having shared all of that, I don’t think I’m going to proofread this tonight. Hahahahhaa! Just more typing out loud.

Till another time, O live, people!!

Snack: Curried egg

I was hungry.  I wanted a snack for one.  Here’s what I did:

Small fry pan on the stove top at a medium heat.
Add a bit of butter.
Add some chopped onion.
Add a healthy amount of curry powder on top.
Stir.
Add some broken up pecans, almonds.
Keep stirring.
Toss in a little bit of sugar.
Let it all blend together.

Crack a medium-small egg into a small dish and beat.
Add a splash or two of milk to the egg.
Combine the egg and milk.

Add the egg-milk mixture to the fry pan.
Mix all the ingredients, and allow enough time to cook egg to the desired consistency.

Tonight I pretty much creamed the egg, as opposed to simply scrambling or frying it.

I also chose to serve my crazy curried creamed egg along with one of my favourite egg accompaniments… don’t laugh too hard:  cottage cheese!

This odd combination of eggs and cottage cheese was something I stumbled across on my own a number of years ago and it has remained a funny little favourite.  It is especially good when the eggs are hot but the cottage cheese is cold.  Although, cottage cheese works well as an omlette filling, either heated up or cold.

By the way, the egg experiment tonight?  Very goooood.  Mmmmmm.

Silly Songs, Sore Muscles, and Sudden Sleepiness

Hmm, thinking about doing a “Silly Songs with Donna” segment on the olivepeopleonline.com website… and/or Facebook.  More on that another time… that was just me thinking out loud.

Another weekend has come and gone.  I’m so busy on my weekends lately (or should be… had to cancel a few recent sets of weekend plans due to bad health) that it’s a wonder that I look forward to them.  But mostly I love my crazy weekends.  Usually they mean I get to see wonderful people who I don’t see often enough and frequently bring a lot of music with them as well.

Part of this weekend was spent helping out my friends in the Ontario Central East (Toronto area) divisional youth chorus by filling in for their accompanist.  I got play for them a lot last season, so it was nice to be able to return and play for them, catch up with them, etc. again.  The amazingly motivated thing that I did before leaving Guelph to help them was take this 30-40 minute “fitness” walk around my neighbourhood – the first of its kind in a long while.  Actually, I’m not sure I ever really did a “fitness” walk before.

The distinction I am making here is that I will take nice long walks, but they are more like strolls.  This walk on Saturday was a walk with great intention to be exercising.  Moving swiftly, doing some cardio, getting the blood pumping… And on Sunday I have sore muscles… muscles that I forgot I had… maybe even muscles that I have never made sore before…  But it’s that “good” I-know-I-have-been-exercising-so-I-feel-better-about-myself-today kind of sore.

And now, I must retire… or at least go to bed and find some sleep.  Listening to books on my iPod seems to do the trick lately. :)

Until another post… O Live, People!