For a blog to be successful, you are supposed to have a specific topic you stick to. I would say that my topic is “Life;” not exactly narrow.
I think I’ve narrowed my topic in my head. I don’t normally write too much on current topics. (I don’t want to be taken as an authority on anything.) I occasionally write on pop culture. (Focusing on teen series of the 80’s and 90’s and Simon Baker.)
But generally this blog is about my life and the absurdity of life in general.
Occasionally something happens that is so absurd, so stupid that I actually react negatively to it (Hello Anxiety) and I can’t write about it. All the while wanting to write about it. (Just go with it. It’s much easier than trying to figure it out.)
Something like that happened Sunday. I tried to help a difficult situation and instead escalated it. I would compare it to thinking I was lighting a candle but instead it turned out to be dynamite. A woman yelled at me. And then yelled at everyone. It was intense.
That’s all I can say. I don’t do well with conflict. I understand she has mental illness, but that doesn’t stop me from being mad. I can’t run out my anger because of my foot and I can’t write out my anger because I don’t have words yet.
It’s times like these I wish this blog had more of specific topic.
That’s why I’m going to turn it into a Food Blog with recipes.
Tomorrow we start with toast.
All recipes will be able to be paired nicely with a vintage Diet Pepsi.
I recently got back from Israel. My husband has wanted to take me there since he has married me. He decided this year was the year and I said I would go as long as we could go with Daniel Peterson, a professor of Islamic studies and Arabic at BYU. (The only person you should go to Israel with, in my opinion.)
I wrote here how I tried to get excited about this trip, but I was still nervous. I was nervous up until the day of the trip and then I was nervous the whole time.
Anxiety is an odd thing. You can tell yourself that your anxiety has no basis; you know a rational person would not feel that way. It is like you are looking at yourself from outside somewhere. You can know for certain there is nothing to be afraid of, and yet the fear will be there. Hundreds of people can tell you that the situation is safe and it doesn’t matter. You are anxious and there is nothing you can do about it. It is so completely and utterly frustrating, but it is still there.
So I went to Israel anxious out of my mind. I told myself that I would feel better once I got there, but I didn’t. I told myself that after a day of touring I would feel better, but I didn’t. I told myself that I was in Israel, a place so many people go to feel closer to God, but that didn’t change anything. The longer I was there, the worse it got.
He was completely alone walking on a random road. Might have been part of the problem.
I only really lost it once. It was the day Bin Laden was killed and a man got on our bus and let us know that there was a travel warning for all Americans. I turned to the window and cried. No one heard or saw me, and after a few moments, I was able to pull it together, barely.
So I went to Israel to learn more about Christ, but instead I learned that I could make it through a week of complete and utter fear. I didn’t hide it completely – a couple people thought I was having a rotten time and I hugged my backpack like a security blanket, but I did not rock back and forth mumbling although that could have been fun too. I didn’t handle the trip and all of its circumstances as well as some might have, but I did a pretty good job for me. I made it through to the other side and realized that I am a pretty strong person and I made some amazing friends in the Petersons. In fact, I plan on going to their house for dinner next time I am in town. I wonder if I should let them know that. Probably not; if I give them warning, they might not be home.