Discontentment – not welcome in my house!

I am reading The Resolution for Women, by Priscilla Shirer. I am taking my time, because this book is full of knowledge and thoughtful provocation. I came across a passage today and it struck me in the wake of Thanksgiving:

I recognized that by rushing through life, I’d been subtly devaluing those around me and the experiences I was involved in, not appreciating the importance and significance they bring to my life at this very moment, not grasping my responsibility for holding dear and treating well these gifts God has entrusted to me. 

This rang true to me; often we get caught up in the bustle of Thanksgiving, but once it’s over, we go back to our normal lives and anticipation of the next thing. It has been pleasant to see the trend of thanksgiving continuing in places like a facebook wall, but that is just the beginning of what most of us could be doing to lead a more purposeful, gracious life.

Instead of embracing the privilege of being a blessing to my husband, my children, my friends, and others, I’d been quietly communicating that I wanted them to change and speed up, to get busy being somebody else, someone who’s more in line with what I want and need, to hurry along to a place where they could make me happier than they currently do.

What a terrible revelation to feel this way from someone else – why would I ever subject someone I care about to that feeling intentionally? But it takes careful reflection to achieve a purposeful, more caring demeanor that is not artificial. People often mention the “fake” version of a person they encounter, or use the phrase “she just doesn’t seem genuine to me.” This is almost the same result as the first. Cultivation of intentional care for others takes a strong motivation from inside of you. I have this naturally, but sometimes I get caught up in the obligations and the frustrations and become impatient with those too close to me. It is my goal for the next month to stop this madness.

And finally, to finish the quote, the piece on discontentment:

I realized this feeling had a name: discontentment. He shows up at your doorstep just like mine, eager to step inside and make himself at home. But instead of coming only for short visits on rare occasions, he refuses to leave, spreading his baggage everywhere, filling up the corners of your space that you thought you’d locked up to this odious intruder. He comes. He lingers. He robs you of your years. Then before you know it, you’ve missed out on the joys in the journey, the growth that comes from battling through the difficulties, the sweet and savory experience of creating the memories.

Not on my watch.


Preliminary Results…

Wow, what a day.



In the grand scheme of things, ELECTION DAY 2012  is more important than MIDTERM for my Classical Mechanics Class. However, I’d already spent my time deliberating, reading up on the candidates and the various policies of each side toward the areas I am most concerned about. This election, like any election in my history, has been challenging; not because of the telemarketing polls, advertisements or the annoying banner-waving people at the intersections, but rather because I was definitely not in sync with either party.

My initial post on this blog was regarding the differences between Republicans and Democrats, Liberals and Conservatives. Those terms used to be clear cut, but this campaigning has evolved into a trend of spending more money on publicity than money on effecting positive change in the name of fostering a healthy debate and multifaceted understanding of the key issues at stake.

And there were many issues at stake this time, namely in Maryland, the Civil Marriage Protection Act. My views on this subject, like most areas of my character, are somewhat evolving from election cycle to election cycle. Last time I voted, I was in college with what seemed like a majority of Republicans. However, I was attending a liberal arts college, where the faculty were all over the spectrum. The surrounding county was within the confines of the so-called Bible belt, with strong Southern Baptist emphasis. So I had a fairly diverse pool of peers with which I could discuss the issues.

This time, I am working for the DoD, in arguably one of the more liberal states, but in a pocket of conservatism,. The local sentiment outweighs the larger populace, in that the residents of this and the surrounding counties nearly always vote Republican. However, my peers consist of others in the defense sector – and let’s not parse words here: defense is big business and big business gets behind Republicans more often than not. So my conversations about politics at work were largely with Republicans, who made no attempt to keep their affiliations secret once the subject was broached (and usually in small settings –  one thing that I love, though, is that talking about contentious issues at work is not a problem when the majority of your peers are mature and capable of reason).

I’m a  Democrat. I diverge from many of the common principles, but largely, I am liberal versus conservative. But the people I love, my family and extended Church family – are overwhelmingly conservative. But my views are uniquely shaped by my experiences and values, and that’s my right as a citizen of these United States. Sometimes, I feel like I’m completely alone in how I see things. I won’t articulate my views here – maybe in a future post. But suffice it to say that when I got home from taking my midterm, I immediately checked the news. I care more about the outcome of this election than I ever have before. And that kind of surprised me, but it’s true.

Side note: So I get on facebook, and I see this incredibly racist remark from this guy I knew in high school. I thought about commenting, but before I could compose a thought that was plain enough for this idiot to understand it, a barrage of protests appeared from other people, and so by the time I commented, it was mostly in agreement with the protests. But I am grateful for the first time for the publicity of facebook. One more person might think twice before making an ass of himself again. Freedom of speech and all that, but sometimes people have some nerve.