Over eight years ago, I tore some kind of soft tissue deep in my right hip, and it has affected me every day since. I’ve taken a variety of stances towards this injury, but lately have stood in an unusual place: I’m grateful for my injury.
A thumb injury circa 2006 actually led to my hip injury a few weeks later.
I was cutting carrots too carelessly and cut off the tip of my left thumb. While that was healing, I took about a month hiatus from yoga. When I resumed my practice, I foolishly forced my right leg into a half lotus position, failing to realize how much flexibility I had lost over a month. When I shoved my shin onto my lap, I felt damage occurring in my right angle, right knee and right hip.
My ankle and knee healed up completely. My right hip will never fully recover.
Earlier this week I read the delightful novel One Plus One by Jojo Moyes; it’s the story of a single mom with a chaotic life, two kids, and a stinky dog who gets thrown together on a road trip with a nerdy software developer whose life is also falling apart. The book is both funny and sweet and I highly recommend it (there are some spots of rough language and some sex, FYI). Yesterday I was trying to explain the book to a friend and why I loved it so much, despite the rather ridiculous twists and turns the plot takes along the way. My friend replied “I’m much more likely to suspend my disbelief for a crazy plot than for unbelievable characters”, and I realized that I feel the same way. As long as the characters in a book are believable, I’m willing to put up with a lot from the plot. Besides, I’ve learned that life can be pretty absurd at times. If I ever write a novel, I have more than situation that I could add that I know would leave readers shaking their heads in disbelief. Continue reading
About a week and a half ago, I packed up my desk, shut off my lamp, and locked the door to the office building for the last time. I knew this day was a possibility from the moment I decided to apply for the MBA program, but I didn’t realize what a punch to the gut it would be when it actually came. I baked cookies and brought them to the office that last day, hoping that the literally sweet parting gift would take some of the bitterness away from the experience. It was a nice, yet insufficient gesture.
I had worked at the advertising agency for a little over two years. As my first “real job” out of college, I can still remember my newly graduated, 23 year-old self accepting the offer and gaping over the reality of things like salaries, sick days, and business cards. I loved the rush of independence I felt, knowing that I could support myself without the aid of my parents or my (as yet nonexistent) spouse. I was a working woman, ready to soak up the business world and all its wonders while stacking up years of experience. Continue reading
I grew up Protestant and was taught a somewhat different view of Jesus than the one most Mormons hold. Though I eventually decided Protestant doctrine was too full of holes to feed my spirit adequately, on this point about Jesus, I think they have it right. We talk a lot in the LDS church about “coming to Christ” and fully recognize His role as our Savior, but it has always puzzled me that many Mormons seem wary of phrases like “born again” or “baptized by fire” or “having a personal relationship with Jesus Christ” even though our scriptures are full of such phrases and it is clear Mormon doctrine that we must be born again to truly belong to Christ. Continue reading
I have been recently called to serve as the Young Women’s president in our ward. I’ve never been a president of anything before, and the bishop took some time with me to talk about the calling, the ward, and some general ideas about the church.
We talked about inspiration, and how we know when inspiration comes. My husband and I have a catchphrase in our home: “The Church is inspired enough”, which is basically our way of saying, “People in the church screw up, don’t panic, it’s not the end of the world, they are not bad people, keep moving forward.” But the bishop pushed me a little bit on that, asking how I decide when something is inspired or not. I didn’t have a great answer for that, and told him so. I admitted that I am often left wrestling and reconciling and thinking and pondering and festering. (Oh the festering!)
And then he said, “The church has to be more than just a good idea. Otherwise it’s just too hard.” Continue reading