Monday, January 30, 2012

One Year Ago



Want to know what I did one year ago?
I climbed Mount Sinai. 
I'm SO glad that I kept a blog during my trip.

I remember waking up early (2 a.m.) that morning and putting on every layer of clothing I could fit in my suitcase. I remember taking the slow route. I remember not being able to see anything in front of me without my flashlight. I remember stopping for moments of silence just to look up at the stars. I remember nearly falling off a cliff and thinking "How in the heck did Moses make up up here with TWO stone tablets?!". I can remember thinking about how it must have felt to come up alone just to talk with God. I remember talking with God. I remember reaching the top just as the sun was starting to peak over the endless mountains. I can still hear our shivering voices singing to welcome the day. It was one of the most amazing experiences of my life and I still can't believe that it is real.

I don't mean to sound braggish with these posts (yes, I know braggish is not a word... I just made it up).
But I just feel so blessed to have been able to experienced the things I did on my study abroad.
I don't think I'll ever be able to see the stars the same way again.
I don't think I'll ever sing a hymn without picturing the places I am singing about.
I don't think I'll ever be sitting in church without imagining the view from the Jerusalem Center.
I don't think I'll ever stop dreaming of just walking down the streets of the Old City in the rain.
I don't think I'll ever stop missing Jerusalem... and that's why I talk about it so often. It has altered my life so completely that I can't imagine where I would be without it.

Limitations




I've always been bad at Math.
In the 5th grade, I got my first C+... in Math.
It was the first year that I didn't make the Honor Roll. Ever since then I've been bad at Math.

I always believed that you had to be good at one or the other, Math or English that is. I remember learning about the separation of thoughts. There is a right brain and a left brain. You are either a visual learner or a factual one. You can either write or solve. You are saturation versus a grey scale. So I choose to be a right brain. I chose reading books and I chose writing papers.

By choosing to be a right brainer, I also chose to be bad at math and science. I thought that I might like these subjects at some points in my life. But ultimately, english was my thing, so why try to be good at experiments and factuals, I simply didn't have that left brain. 

What I didn't realize at the time is that this is all a bunch of rubbish. None of it is true. There is no right brain - left brain. There is only one brain with a right, left, top, bottom, front & back side.

It's in our nature to try and categorize. We put people into boxes to organize and make sense of ourselves. There is a box for females and a box for males, there are boxes for ethnicities and religions and there are even boxes for thinking. We call them typicality. I've always hated being a "Typical ______", and it made me SO angry whenever anyone would call me one. Once a girl said to me, "You are actually nice! I always thought you were mean because you were a cheerleader". My mind was blown. I was so upset that someone had judged my character after a sport that I did in High School. I'm such a typical: Mormon, Girl, Blonde, Cheerleader, Blogger, Photographer, Humanities Student, Big Sister, Bohemian, etc. etc. etc. People made all of these boxes and neatly stacked me into them.

But as much as I hated it. I did it to. I would tell myself "Oh, I'd never date anyone at this party because they are all self absorbed and vain" and yet.. there I was... at the party. I put people into boxes. Talk about hypocrisy.

So why is it that we put up with all of these labels? We accept them because they have a truth to them and because not all typicality's are necessarily bad. I am a "typical mormon" because I don't drink or swear. I am a "typical girl" because I like The Notebook. I am a "typical blogger" because I instagram trendy pictures of my feet in the snow. The boxes are right, and so we sit politely inside them without peering out because the small truths kept us there.

This brings me back to my story about Math. I was bad at Math because I believed I was, because I was supposed to be, because that's what my right brain box told me. I actually wasn't all that bad at math, I just had strengths in other places. I imposed those limitations on myself because I believed in the limitations. I accepted my box. Sometimes people put limitations on us by assuming, and sometimes we allow those limitations to make a home in our thoughts.

This act of assuming is possibly one of the most dangerous limits that we can impose on ourselves as well as everyone we come in contact with. How many times have you wanted to say "that's not all there is to me"? How many times have you been surprised by the cheerleader that was actually nice or the Humanities major that scored high enough to test out of college math? How many times has someone proved you wrong?

Erase the line between left and right brain and stitch them back together. Break apart the boxes that you have so politely sat inside. Set fire to them and watch the smoke rise. Expand your life past the thought of what you were and recognize the possibilities you can obtain. 

So starting today I will no longer accept limitations and no longer impose them on other people. Today I will say "I like Math". Today I will give someone a chance that I didn't think they deserved, and hopefully someone will do the same for me. Today I will be the typical Kaitlin. Today I am finished with boxes. 

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Adventure Time

One particular afternoon, Aimee and I decided it was time for an adventure. So we grabbed some tunes and headed up the canyon for a scenic drive.  I must confess, as much as I complain about the cold (which I do, a lot), I actually love the snow. I mean, its no beach, but honestly it's probably pretty close to being just as good. (blasphemy?!) Hear me out... Its the purest white, it taste great in cones, you can throw it at people, you can ride a small flat board down a mountain of it, and you can even make angels in it. Was that convincing enough for you?

Feel free to listen to this as you go through my ridiculously long photo montage of the drive.
P.S. Isn't Aimee just absolutely gorgeous?! Gosh. I can't even handle it.






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Thursday, January 26, 2012

Far From What I Once Was, But Not Yet What I'm Going To Be



The other day at work, a friend asked me a usual question... "How are you today Kaitlin?" and I responded with a usual answer... "It's been one of my best days yet." Overhearing my answer, another co-worker asked why today was so great, to which I shrugged my shoulders. Unsatisfied with my  short response, the first co-worker explained...

"She doesn't see happiness the same way most people do, changing day to day, one being better than another. Instead her happiness accumulates with each day and there is no limit to how happy she will become."

I think that is one of the greatest compliment of my life.

I also think that it is one of the most valuable lessons I have learned in my short little life so far. That each day we are adding on, we have new knowledge. We have our old memories and are making new ones. Each day should be the best of our lives because it is something more than we had the day before. 

As I was reading an essay by Wendell Berry entitled "Life Is A Miracle" I came across this passage, which says it better than I ever could. 

"My own experience has shown me that it is possible to live in and attentively study the small place decade after decade after decade, and find that it ceaselessly evades and exceeds comprehension. There is nothing that it can be reduced to, because "it" is always, and not predictably, changing. It is never the same two days running, and the better one pays attention the more aware one becomes of these differences, Living and working in the place day by day, one is continuously revising one's knowledge of it, continuously being surprised by it and in error about it. And even if the place stayed the same, one would be getting older and growing in memory and experience, and would need for that reason alone to work from revision to revision. One knows one's place, that is to say, only within limits, and the limits are in one's mind, not in the place." - Wendell Berry

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Picture This.

Today, Zoe and I went to dinner and were talking about life in general. I told her "I honestly don't think that I could marry someone who doesn't like music" and she said "I don't think you could either."

This sounds so weird, but when I listen to certain songs, its like they take me to certain places. Each melody has their own story and their own life to them. Sometimes I just lie on my floor and close my eyes as I watch it play in my head. I just think its an absolute miracle that music can do that to us. That someone that I have never met can put these works together and take me to a whole new place. Humans are so interesting to me, how we respond to things like music and art, how we are able to transfer our emotions into something concrete which can continue to create those emotions in others. I love to think that we are all on this same wavelength of sorts.



Monday, January 23, 2012

Baby Small Update


I've been dressing a lot like this. 

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To drive up to a lot of this. 

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To take a lot of these. 


I've also been listening to a lot of this.

This year has been great so far. I'm learning to take chances and be brave. I'm exploring and writing. I'm putting myself 'out there' a lot more than I ever have before. I'm working hard. I'm trying to be my best self. 


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