18 January 2013

Importance, Community, Respect:



What is important to me is: "What you DO believe". 
What DO you stand for?  
I am not just irritated or saddened by snarky dumb political memes, I am confused.
The ones that I agree with, of course, I find funny. I try to not share those on Public Forums, especially ones where I have invited my diverse friends to observe my thoughts and feelings.  

Your beliefs, values and ideas themselves really do not offend me.....these are the things that are actually meaningful to you.  Have you ever really considered what is meaningful to you?  Let's hear about those things.  I could really care less if you think Bush/Romney/Reagan/Obama "sucks".  Tell me - what makes you happy? What's ideal?  What WOULD you like to see?

 Life is full of different interpretations and meanings to each of us. Yet, insulting 50% of your friends and family with ridiculous, or rude and disgusting posts doesn't change or alter my beliefs, or theirs. Negative and off the mark insults and jokes through 3rd party cartoons might make me understand what you Don't like and it will probably put me in the defensive of sharing myself with you fully.  It also makes me think you are a small minded person. 

We don't  have to agree on everything in life, but I did think we were friends. I thought we were family. Tell me what you love and like and believe. 
Don't let me know with insulting racist posts that you think i am a "political 'tard, idiot, socialist, dummy". Meaningless to me, and also  hurtful. I don't see much rational posting or discussion by my opposing thought counterparts. That is a loss. To you, to me, and to "friendship" and community!

10 May 2012

Being Remarkable: Live your true beliefs, support your beliefs, be true to your beliefs, support those you believe in, and uphold those you find inspirational. Have the back of those who you respect. Find a way to be true to what you believe is true, without compromise, without hypocrisy, without supporting systems you truly don't believe in, just because someone told you "you should". Antiquated systems need to be left in the past, if they don't work for us, they need to adapt, or to be left unsupported. New systems evolve to embrace truth and adapt to encompass humanity. Work for something new, instead of living lies in something antiquated and unremarkable.
What's been really really really, REALLY, bothering me lately..... the many robot followers of the Catholic church.
Ok so I have no issue with anyone finding happiness in holiness. If you like that sort of thing and it's a positive aspect of your human life and you love worship, I think it's fantastic. What I don't understand and what really bothers me, keeps me up at night, is hypocrisy.
I'm going to just pick on Catholics today, but this really isn't "specific" to them.

  • My friends in life, and there are many many many of them who came up Catholic, even converted to become Catholic (Roman), have chosen mostly without exception to have sex before marriage.
  • Most or many of these Catholic couples lived together and most of them outright lied to their priests about it so that they could have their Catholic marriage. I wonder if just after being married they go and confess to the priest their lies? 
  • These couples go on to continue using birth control like any sane American couple.
  •  Lots and lots of them make friends with their Gay neighbors, some support Gay Marriage.
  • Some support Choice (as in Pro-Choice)
  • The bulk of them have no idea what other religions believe. I have had Catholic friends who don't even know what JEWS believe. Really?
 The Vatican is a powerful political conduit. The Pope is an adorned idol. The church dumps money into lavish life styles Christ would never condone. The Catholic church is riddled with child molesters, rapists and liars. Lately I have had several disturbing conversations with Catholic friends.

One friend who pays to send her kids to Catholic school asked me "What do you REALLY believe happens to us when we die?" I said - well, you're Catholic - I'm confused, what's the question? She said, "No, not you know, all that crap they tell us, but, what REALLY happens? Do you think we just turn into dust or do we really have souls?" Of course, this friend also takes birth control and believes in Gay marriage.

Another friend to whom I once posed the question: "Are you very religious?" while getting to know her,she said, "No, not at all." Which is now confusing to me because her recent updates have included baptizing a baby in the Catholic Church. While trying to insist they cherish women's rights, Gay Marriage and said "the godfathers are even gay". Uh huh. Complaining the church passed a petition around during baptismal to outlaw Gay Marriage. Really. A couple that dated for years in a sexual relationship, took birth control, and lived together a long time before marrying. A couple that enjoys friendships in the gay community and supports women's rights. I can go on and on and on here.

 The problem I have with this is: if you have beliefs and they don't fit into a system, but they really are your true beliefs, then find a new system. Why are you paying into a political system that does NOT and will not and can not uphold your values? If you are Catholic, and you want to advocate against gay marriage, you believe in what you are taught at mass - Fantastic. I don't agree with just about any Tenants you subscribe to but really I don't mind your faith or ideas. I just don't want them imposed politically or forcefully on my own life.
 What gets me are the BULK of the Catholic followers I know, who "buy in" with their money and time and attendance to an antiquated system that relentlessly works AGAINST anything they "really" believe in.

Finally another funny story: In college a girl I knew called me crying, sobbing, freaking out. She mistakenly left her BC at home in her room and her mom found it. OK, I said, so what? Mom was really mad. Well - I said, don't have sex until you get back to the clinic and start a new pack. No, she said - My parents are really mad. I'm a good Catholic. "Oh, you are." What should I do?, she asked.
Ok, YOU the "really good Catholic" are asking me, a NON CATHOLIC, what you should do? I asked her, what do you believe? Do you want to stop having sex and stop taking birth control? NO WAY! She said. So - are you Catholic? "Of course" she answered. Of Course? The issue was she HAD to go home at EASTER so she'd be forced to go to MASS and she'd HAVE TO CONFESS and she would be told "GO FORTH AND NO LONGER TAKE BIRTH CONTROL AND STOP HAVING SEX". And then, what would she do? What a conundrum..... ?

02 March 2012

Been Thinking

Now that I am past the actual "useful stage" of transitioning to stay at home mom, and have worked through my three children's baby-hood, I have come to the conclusion I really hate what I do.
I have worn the shackles of "this is really a great job" with accouterments like Fantastic Health Insurance, Good Pay, "Great" environment, now for 12 ish years. I keep thinking something will come on the horizon that is "just for me". I will be brandished with glory into a magical position I am tagged for and I will become cherished for my views and opinions and out of the box style they are always claiming to need.
Of course now that I am ready to quit and really examine the fulfilled life of SAHM with DIY projects and PTO and "actually having" an organized house...... I feel that it would be really wrong. I love babies, I love love love babies. I do not want anymore. So did I work so hard for so long taking them to daycare every day, just to get them to school age and say - uh, never mind?

So now I am considering the other options.
What makes me feel passionate?
The answers are obvious - what do I love to post about, read about, think about, advise about? Health, Nature, Politics, Advise. Do I want to be a politician? No. Advocate? Maybe. Now I'm thinking, maybe actually really I could do a PA program. Physicians Assistant.... a few years of school and maybe by 40 I have a whole new career.

Although, it would also be great to just SAH.

But - the world is scary now as ever and it seems lavish, wastefully awful and predictably terrible to QUIT something that so many people would clamor for. I have a job that people dream of (some people!) and it makes me wonder what I'm thinking to say I would just rather not have it. What kind of thought is that?

The saddest part to mention is my "baby" is 3. I'm contractually obligated to work 2 more years, so of course, ironically, she will be in Kindergarten the year I could effectively SAHM.

It is Windy

Guess what mom?! My butt can do ANYTHING! Anything! It can get all the poops out of my body, all that stuff. I can sit on it, it sits on scooters and chairs and runs.... and yeah, all these poops too! It really can do anything mom! My butt.....
----Natalie age 3

Mom, come look at this awful scratch. I was walking the dog, mom the neighbor dog attacked me it jumped up and got me, well - I don't think she (the dog) knows she did it, she was just playing probably. See this? Yeah, right on my chest - here, and it's awful. What does Surface Scratch mean? No, No this is really painful mom. And you know, I'm pretty sure its going to ruin my babies Milk one day. I will need this part of my body to feed my baby!
----Hannah age 8

03 March 2010

Linear versus Parallel Time

I'm not going to say I'm an expert in any sort of Maya History or theology. I have only read a small bit about how the Maya people viewed time and development... but some of what I read was meaningful and enlightening in this way:
Like many Americans, I see time as a line, a forward progression... sometimes straight, sometimes a spaghetti noodle, but always a beginning and some sort of an end.
As child I was taught I was born of God of would die human and evolve into some spiritual form in heaven.
I thought some day "when I'm 30", I would be this strong, developed, smart, in dependant woman. I thought most of my shortcomings and inadequacies would be resolved. I thought with my motivation and hard work I could set my mind to something and accomplish it.
What I think now, is that my primary shortcoming was the linear thought, and the lack of strong role models around me to challenge and guide my beliefs and strengths.... and to help point out the weaknesses and proper development.
What I found is that every thing, every day, is carried with you. Until you wake up at 30 with the same inadequacies you had at 25, 19, 13 years old They don't resolve and they don't magically transform with birthdays into strengths.
I gained wisdom and insight into my weaknesses through sheer force. Being forced into "life lessons" the hard way, and having the luck to have a few people around me strong enough to live through those lessons with me and love me anyway.
What the Maya belief system explained, as presented to me, is that time is not linear, but parallel. Perhaps existing together, or all at once as history marches forward......... So that you understand quite passionately that at 30, you are a culmination of all the years before you. You carry the 5 year old, the 13 year old, the 25 year old along with you inside of you. You are at 30 exactly who you were at 20. Isn't this so true? My base reactions to being challenged and torn down were so basely similar to the pre-teen I was and still had the same poor coping mechanisms.
I am not a single dot on a timeline, existing in this one moment. I am still the 15 year old who had her life in her hands then...
The wisdom I gained in life, was when I was forced to look long and hard at how I got there - cornered into a rough situation, and use rational thinking to reconnect the dots and rewrite my future.
I had to reclaim the hard and painful past, I had to own it, and understand it, I had to understand why the people around me hurt me. I had to resolve and understand the angst I felt so strongly.
At 30 I finally realized I was still 10 years old. I was still listening to music I thought my brothers would have wanted me to listen to... and in some parts of my life, I had gone stale. Where I disagreed with my family's lifestyle, I had just gone neutral. I had never claimed my own thoughts. Not REALLY. I was living in a neutral "I'm ok" space..... but not really claiming the "truth" in my heart.
I was exactly frozen in a space I had created.
I still was emotionally stuck, still bite my nails, still put up the "wall" of strength that other women often compliment me on, and yet, is probably one of my biggest downfalls.
That wall came from constant torment at home. Being told over and over how inadequate I was, being stripped down and the butt of jokes day after day. Until I got old enough to master Sarcasm and "wit" and quirkiness to turn others on the edge of their seats.
Insults and sarcasm are mostly a control tool used by lower classes to instigate Power over someone else when you feel powerless otherwise. It can work, but it sure doesn't make anyone feel very connected or warm around you.
As a survival tool for a young woman out in the world on her own, it has blessed my life over and over. Being able to tell someone to their face to F off and stomp off, well, it's pretty useful in a bad situation... or being able to close out social norms to not feel obligated to someone trying to do you harm in a social situation - girl on a first date, girl alone in Detroit, etc. I had balls.
But those balls really needed some close friends and family, and work skills.
Looking back I have turned my history around in my head. Most of my torment came from my brothers, and why? Well, it was their own defense mechanisms from being tormented and stripped down and left emotionally naked by my parents and their older siblings. Why? Well - My dad was ravaged by post traumatic stress syndrome and was also raised by a recovered alcoholic who also beat him and lived a strict life. My mother raised by a bi-polar alcoholic known to chase her mother around their house with a butcher knife in his "bad episodes". Hmmm. Who's to blame there?
What's been perpetuated for many generations, I want to stop in mine. I don't want to go blindly into raising my kids in a hostile, linear life.

My main thought here, is HERE. HERE and NOW. When you have youth on your side.... USE the youth to write the "RIGHT" chapters in your future. You can't "rewrite" history, you will CARRY your history with you forever. But you can look at your history, you can learn, you can share, you can talk about it, you can resolve your fears stemming from it. YOU CAN WRITE your future. You can use what you know and embrace the strong people around you if you let others in and let them help.
As a Johnson I Don't NEED anyone's help! My instinct is to do it all, do it right the first time and to hate on anyone who is too stupid to figure it out for themselves. But.... guess what.... Life was so much easier for friends I have who share, and love, and allow and depend. You can be strong and you can be strong enough to love and do the right things for yourself. You can be strong enough to allow someone to help you and to love you when you need it.
People LOVE to help others and support them. We love team sports, we love Extreme Home Make overs, we LOVE inspiration.... we need to love ourselves.

When you are 30, you don't want to get there and find out you still don't have the right answers, you just wake up 30 as forlorn as you were the day before at 29.
The way to freedom and happiness is piecing together TODAY who and what you truly are and embracing the goodness you have welling up inside you and reaching out all around you to the people who are most willing to help out.

Counselling and talking are the best ways, if available of course.... reading, writing.... but mainly having the goals and the patience and being OPEN to the opportunities that WILL come.

One lady told me once that she found most of the time she didn't exactly go "Searching" for opportunity, but just kept herself "ready" for it when it came knocking. That worked for her. Being open to ideas and thoughts and new doors. Don't say no. Don't think you know the story, don't work out the negative ending in your head.

I recently found out there were several professional opportunities I just never thought out. I "KNEW" I couldn't do them at the time they were presented so I never considered them. Didn't even explore the idea. Now I have realized I knew nothing about those opportunities and they would have really resulted in a completely different "future" for me that was totally do-able at the time, if I had even considered them. I didn't even explore. I just said "NO" to myself and settled for good enough.

My life is mine, and no one elses, but I just wanted to share with you in case it helped crystallize any of your own thoughts.

I'm just starting to really embrace "ME" in my 30's. I spent my 20's trying to get away from "myself", when "myself" was really just "who I thought my brothers thought I should be". There was good old Kyla in there but reluctant... Now that I'm finding "ME" I like her so much, I really don't feel like "getting away" and it's just getting better.

05 January 2010

Amazed

At 33, I am pleased and shocked at the real insights that just keep coming. The hardest lessons I have had to learn, the ones I "understood" in my 20's, now seem to becoming crystal clear. The lessons are enlightening and the learnings I'm deriving about who I am, the things I have done in the past, my family - are really helping me move forward and gain insight into the reasons I condemn myself to the same mistakes, or the reasons I keep winning in certain areas.

My children are balloons of excitement and light that blow up in my heart and make me cringe for the fullness of it. How I fear the balloon bursting on that child.... whether it is just their childhood living out, or something more serious I hesitate to even imagine.

My dear babies who "seem like they are getting so big" every year. And then I look back to last years pictures and how little they look, even though I know that I thought that last year too... they seemed big then, next to the baby... who now seems big... :)

Between the instances of harsh reprimands, there is just the admiration of them and their sweetness, and their tiny bodies. Their great love and energy and quick to forgiveness....

Some of the sweet revelations are that I made the right choices and right decisions in my life with regard to my life partner. And knowing that the old confusions were just the dreamer in me, wishing to have the addictive endorphin rush that comes with fake and faulty love.....

33 has been lovely.....