What's up with all the weirdos posting a bunch of--well, just seven-- spam comments on my last post? How do I delete them? I'm much happier with my normal zero comments than with a bunch of nonsense comments.
I've realized something. I've always said how much I love writing on my blog. I love my blog. It's my place to communicate, and communication is so, so important to me. I can say whatever I want and go on forever, and I always have some pretended active listener. It's my journal, my record of all the things I think and feel--a record that I hope will be important to my children someday. And YET, I never write on it... Why is that? I know now. Many years back, I thought I loved to cook. I would cook (what I thought were) yummy meals and invite other people to come over and enjoy them with us. And then at some point, I realized that cooking wasn't the part of the experience that I enjoyed at all. It was the eating and socializing part that I loved...not the cooking. Last night as I was thinking about writing on my blog, I came to the same type of realization: it's not writing on my blog that I love, it's having writing on my blog that I love. See? Unfortunately for me, there's only one way to get that writing here. I heard somewhere recently that that guy who started Facebook (what's his name again?.... Ian??) is working on developing technology that will allow us to communicate directly to others without ever having to type anything. Our devices will be able to just pick up on our thoughts and sentiments and send them directly to others. It would be (will be?) so cool to just be able to send my thoughts and my feelings directly to my blog someday. But anyway.
I'm vey judgmental. It's so awful. But at least I recognize this about myself, right? Isn't that the first step?
I feel judgment and resentment toward women who get boob jobs. Weird, huh? Yeah. And WRONG. Totally un-Christlike. Because I know many women who have boob jobs and they are kind and good and fun etc., etc... I know my judgement comes from my own fears and insecurities. It's like I feel that with every woman who gets a boob job, my own boobs--and body, by extension--become less desirable by comparison. It's like when so many women are getting boob jobs, the REAL way a women's body looks after child-bearing gets forgotten so that a new manufactured body is the new standard. You know what I mean? How is my flat-chested body supposed to remain desirable to my husband when there are fake boobs running around everywhere? Sigh. I don't know. Like I said. I know this issue is just a manifestation of my own pride and lack of charity. So I'll work on it and pray that Heavenly Father increases my ability to be content with myself and confident that Brian will love me and think I'm beautiful no matter what.
That reminds me. I have a girlfriend who is going through a really tough time in her marriage right now. I feel so heartbroken for her. Brian and I are going through a really good time right now (and I am SO GRATEFUL) but talking with my friend reminded me of how incredibly hard marriage is and how desperate and sorrowful I (and Brian, too, no doubt) have felt so many times in the past. I have wondered at times whether Brian and I will ever be able to really understand one another. Sometimes I think that as part of our reward in Heaven, we will be given the opportunity to really be able to UNDERSTAND one another and see the world through each other's eyes for the first time--so that we can see and really feel one another's pains accurately. You know? I imagine that truly becoming like Christ IS what allows us that ability. And then again, sometimes I feel like if and when I become way more like Christ, I will no longer care about being validated and understood because at that point I will have been finally able to forgive and put the past behind me and be grateful for the progress we have made. Maybe it will be a combination of both those things. But anyway...
Like I said, right now Brian and I are in a really good place and I am so happy. And oh, man. I hope Brian is happy, too. That's one of the things that is so hard for my friend. She thought she and her husband were really happy. She WAS really happy. It totally blindsided her to find out her husband wasn't feeling the same way.. So hard, right? SO hard.
Wow. This is totally not what I was thinking this blog post was going to be. I was going to write about the house and the holidays and all my kids' birthdays...But wait. One more thing. I finally realized--just last year--that the reason Brian and I are always fighting around the time of Valentine's Day and our anniversary in February is because it is right smack in the middle of what always turns our to be the slowest time for our business! Why did I never recognize this before?? This year, however, I am armed with this acknowledgement and I am determined to not let this slower season get me stressed. It will pass. It always passes. So there's no point getting my panties in an bundle over it. It is January 18th today and we are happy, so we may just be able to make our way through February without freaking out! Yay!!
So yeah. We finished the house. Thank dang goodness. The year and a half that we spent planning and building the house constituted the second-hardest period of our marriage. It was so, so....hard. When I think about what made it so hard, I'm not really sure. It was just so much stress on Brian that he became more unhappy and unpleasant than he has EVER been before. And that, of course, meant that I was also stressed and unhappy and unpleasant. And I don't mean to say that it was Brian's fault that that period of time was so horrible. In fact, I'm pretty sure I caused most of the stress Brian was feeling during that time. So it was more MY fault. But anyway... so glad to have the door shut to that period of time forever.
Fortunately, we all looovee the house. We have had some really difficult and sad situations with some of our neighborhood members (which I don't feel like writing about) but this house has been such a place of peace and fun for these last 4 months. We are truly loving it. What a blessing.