(A 1098th post peek at behind-the-scenes thoughts). In Portugal, Lara, Lorelei, and I had a conversation about
manifestations, or rather, French words we can't ever remember the English equivalents to. In this case, I blame our lapses in memory on the fact that strikes don't take place in the U.S. as often as they do in France. Also interesting: "manifestation" is a word in English, just with an altered meaning. "An event, action, or object that clearly shows or embodies something, especially a theory or an abstract idea."
My mom called me brave the other day. I was complaining to her about my French (I'm still not as comfortable with the language as I think I should be) and she commended me for trying and thriving in the first place. It took me by surprise. I was fearful of the challenges I'd undoubtedly come across in Paris, but deep down, I believed I could handle them. She brought attention to the trust I apparently have--in myself, in others, and in the belief that "everything will work out." Not that I apply this trust to all areas of life...
{Random recent obsession: falafels over brown rice with broccoli and carrots}
To be frank, the frequency of engagements and promotions of those closest to me have caused some panic. I
am happy for them and I know I'm being silly, but I can't help it. I'm an unattached grad student in a foreign country, and though it is and has been pretty great, it also makes me feel more than an ocean away from women I used to be perfectly in sync with. Is it too much to ask to have the adventure and the career and the love? I sure hope not. But I doubt my optimistic self sometimes. I worry I'm flailing.
And that's where the manifesting come in. A couple of months ago, in one of our daily email exchanges, a friend offered these words: "You are in the process of
building a life with an amazing career, a good marriage, a beautiful family, and wonderful warm relationships all around. Consider those yours already and know that you are right where you need to be." I smiled (and thought of
Pinterest). Now, throughout the month of December, I've decided to manifest collages--vision boards, if you will---to remind myself to trust in her wisdom regularly. 2014 will be another great one! Hopefully they'll serve as inspiring comfort to more than just me, too.
My mom called me brave the other day. I was complaining to her about my French (I'm still not as comfortable with the language as I think I should be) and she commended me for trying and thriving in the first place. It took me by surprise. I was fearful of the challenges I'd undoubtedly come across in Paris, but deep down, I believed I could handle them. She brought attention to the trust I apparently have--in myself, in others, and in the belief that "everything will work out." Not that I apply this trust to all areas of life...
