Who We Are

1 10 2012

I worked an actual 8 hour day today, by which I mean I was in the office for eight consecutive hours.  I understand that normal people do this all the time, but I am not a normal person.  I am a youth minister, and my “full time” job is actually only supposed to be 30 hours a week.  It’s worth pointing out, too, that I’ll be working fifteen hours on Saturday, and actually, pretty solid times for the rest of the week too.

I am tired, and cranky because of my ankle (did I mention I sprained my ankle two weeks ago?  Yeah, I did.  And it’s aching right now). I worked an eight hour day, changed into sweatpants, poured a glass of wine and plopped down on this couch, intending a nice, relaxing night of Netflix and knitting.

Now, however, I have turned off Netflix.  And I started working.  As in for my job.  I am planning the large group session entitled “God’s Call to Each of Us”.  This is what I was planning to do tomorrow at work.  Why am I voluntarily doing it now?

This. –> http://newsinfo.nd.edu/news/33741-nd-vision/

I watched the video, which several of my friends had posted to Facebook.  Sometimes, that sort of thing fills me with a vicious longing for the college days gone by, for the summer I had 60 best friends, for the pink hair, for the purpose, for the feeling that comes with being a part of something larger than myself.  And yeah, okay, there’s some of that tonight.

But mostly, one phrase stood out to me: vocation is not so much about what we do, but who we are.

I am struggling right now with what I do.  I don’t know if my job is the best fit for me, if my career is the best fit, if I am doing what God wants me to.  There is a lot of very, very green grass on the other side of several fences.

But I will figure that out.  And in the meantime, through the stress and long hours, I am called to live in charity and patience and longing for Christ’s will.

And before this spurt of wisdom passes, I should probably write the Proclaim for Sunday.





Motivation

16 08 2012

I’ve been maybe kinda sorta thinking about getting back into real shape.

I don’t just mean slimming back down so that all of my favorite clothes fit comfortably again.  Truth be told, with only about a month of the fast food ban & shortened commute, I’m pretty much there.

No, I’m thinking abs.  I’m thinking arm muscles.  I’m thinking running actual distances.  Even more importantly, I’m thinking a lifestyle structured around fitness.

I’ve never really thought much about structuring my life around being fit.  I walked home from school for most of high school, which helped.  I walked all over campus at Notre Dame, and played a few sports (soccer, Quidditch, frisbee, whatever).

To quote the friend who took the picture, I look like I'm "dancing ballet, playing volleyball, and riding a broomstick at the same time."

See? Fitness!

I ran regularly the summer after I graduated, but there were all kinds of extenuating circumstances.  Pittsburgh saw walking as my main form of transportation, and probably the most health-conscious eating in which I have ever participated.

Then, I moved to Milwaukee, got a job where I sat on my butt after an hour commute, and started relying on fast food & mac ‘n’ cheese.  It didn’t take long for there to be a problem.

So, let’s look back on Summer 2010 and examine those extenuating circumstances, shall we?

I wasn’t necessarily intentional about the fitness, but I was motivated.  Oh, how I was motivated.

See? Motivated!

Yes, in June 2010, I ran the Warrior Dash 5K/obstacle course thing.  I was challenged by a cousin who was 14 at the time.  I in turn challenged the guy I had a crush on.  We started training together.  I didn’t want to look like a loser at the Dash, so I was motivated.  Even after the Dash, I still got to keep running every other morning with the guy who became my boyfriend.  I had a whole carrot/stick system going that whole summer!

I should also point out that it was the last summer where I lived at my parents’ place and didn’t have a job.  I had the time to run three miles every morning.  And while my boyfriend will still agree to go running with me pretty much any time I ask, the novelty has worn off, and he’ll hang out with me even if we don’t go running.

So where’s my motivation now?

I’m struggling.  I’m trying to find something inside myself.  I feel healthier and more content when I’m in shape.  I look better, physically.  If I get down to the weight I want to be, I get a dress from Mod Cloth.  And then there’s this:

http://catholicexchange.com/catholic-exchange-virtual-5k/

Cari Donaldson, Motivator Extraordinaire & the Virtual 5K

All the cool kids are gonna be doing it.

So, on September 29, I will run 5K… in under half an hour.  It’s a tight goal, based on where I am now, but I can do it.  And then I will keep going.  I will keep running and lifting and stretching… and who knows?  Maybe next spring I’ll be onto the Holy Half?  My boyfriend is talking about the Pittsburgh marathon.  I don’t know about such things myself.  My friend Laura runs marathons, and I do not begin to have her focus and discipline.

But maybe all I need is a little motivation.

Where should I look to motivate my running regimen?





The LAST Day!

30 07 2012

This is it, folks!  This is the last day of my move.  Tomorrow, the keys to the Milwaukee apartment get turned in to the apartment manager, as does the parking pass and the move-out checklist.  Tonight, the last of the belongings go into my van (or the Dumpster) and I scrub every inch of the place.

And guys?  I am so ready to be gone from that place.  That apartment is where the mice live and where my phone got stolen and where the smell of cigarettes is everywhere.  And it’s an hour away from work and every single friend I have managed to make in this state.

My lovely new apartment is only 20 minutes from work.  It is almost three times the size of my old apartment.  It is in a friendly, quiet neighborhood that is a five minute walk from a small & cheerful downtown area.  The people in the building are friendly.  I have central AC!  And skylights!  I am so grateful that I get to live there.

There’s only one day of cleaning left…  Pray for me!





Lent

24 02 2012

 

Rocking my ashes. Happy Lent!

There is too much busy in my life.

This is not the same thing as being overscheduled, or having too much to do, or even feeling overwhelmed by my to-do list, although the case for all of those can be made.

No, this has something more to do with sitting down to watch television, play Spider Solitaire and eat all at once.  It’s reading a book and listening to music at the same time.  It’s having a job where I sit at a computer with two e-mail accounts, a Facebook page and a Twitter feed are all going at once.  It’s the pile of books and schoolwork and DVD cases on my table.  It’s not being able to settle, to focus, to create an interior (or exterior) space.

I haven’t painted in months, and I haven’t written any poetry in even longer.  I struggle to complete my schoolwork and to keep up with my work work.

I am isolating myself inside all of my bustle.  I have not necessarily been quiet in my acknowledgement that I am finding life in Wisconsin challenging.  I miss my communities (PULSE, my ND friends of all varieties, my family) with a ferocity that surprises me.  I don’t have the network here that I am used to having (I am not making friends as easily as I am used to making them).  The noise, both aural and visual, that I surround myself with is becoming some sort of buffer between myself and the world.  It’s a weird sort of consolation/excuse for my lack of actual human interaction.  I spend all day surfing the Internet without even making the kind of Internet friends I had during my Mugglenet Fanfiction heyday.

I almost made all of that worse for Lent.

I’m giving up meat for Lent again, which was something of a foregone conclusion for me.  Yes, it’s becoming quite the pattern (habit?), but it really ties me into the liturgical cycle of the Church, something I’ve grown more and more appreciative of recently.  More specifically focused on this year, it forces me to PLAN OUT my lunch/dinner/whatever I’m eating at school/work this time rather than just running out to Starbucks/McDonald’s/Jimmy John’s to buy something.  That has been turning into too much of an expensive habit.

But I don’t like just giving up something negative… I wanted to do something positive.  So I decided I was going to post on this blog 40 times during Lent.  That translates to every day.  I’m posting on the Ladies of Our Lady blog each Friday from now on, so that would be my day off.  After all, this is a project of mine that I like a lot.  My mother still tries to use it to keep up with what I’m doing (Luckily, Mom also has my phone number and isn’t afraid to use it.  I’ve actually seen her in person three times—in three different states—since my last post).  I think we can all agree that this blog has been a pretty boring place since I moved to Wisconsin.

A very good friend of mine revitalized her blogging last week, and her decision made me acutely aware of some of my failures in communication.  Sitting at my table last night, finishing a letter to said friend I had started last week, I realized a few important but subtle points I may have neglected in my first epiphany.  The first was that in all of my busy-ness that day getting excited over some youth ministry projects and an exciting Ladies of Our Lady announcement, I had forgotten to post.  On the first day of my 40 day project.  OOPS.

The second was a re-evaluation of why I blog.  Is it to reach out to people that I know?  To create an Internet presence?  Because I like shouting at the top of my lungs into great empty voids to see if anyone can hear me?  Chances are it wasn’t the first, because if reaching out to my friends and family was really my goal, I would be content to finish hand-writing that letter instead of fussing about the blog.

So if the blog has turned itself into more noise than anything else, what am I doing to reach out to actual people?  WHY has it taken me this long to nicely write out the letter that I created in draft form last week (note:  I’m still not done)?  Have I called any of my friends or family members this week?  There are friends I haven’t spoken to since they got married last summer.  There are stacks of letters and goodies that I’ve been meaning to put in boxes and mail to my friends for months.  They’re on top of the canvas my boyfriend gave me to paint and the two scarves I’m knitting and the nice notebook I haven’t touched in as long as I can remember.

I’ve been watching a lot of old Criminal Minds episodes lately, and two characters had an exchange that caught my attention.  One, quoting Samuel Beckett, said “Ever tried.  Ever failed.  No matter.  Try again.  Fail again.  Fail better.”  The other retorted with a bit of well-placed Yoda.  “Do or do not.  There is no try.”

In all of my attempts, in all of my noise, I’ve stopped doing. 

So I still plan on reviving this blog during Lent.  I’m just not going to be posting every day.  It’s a good thing, but it’s not really being an effective way to reach out to the people I love.

I will be writing letters, though, and e-mails.  Every day, I am writing to someone, preferably in print form.  I have a lot of nice stationary and postcards that are just begging for some fountain pen action.

Beyond all of that, I will be clearing space in my life.  That’s what I’ll write about here.  This is going to be a Lent for prayer, fasting & almsgiving, but also for creating the space that allows God in.

Pray for me!

Oh, and if you want a letter, drop me a comment.  If I don’t already have your contact info, I’ll ask for it.  I’m looking forward to being in touch.





I baked a pie last night.

24 11 2011

That is to say… Happy Thanksgiving.  I’m busy this year being grateful for my family, my boyfriend, my friends near & far, my job working with the Church, the chance I have to be educated, food to eat, a really comfortable bed to sleep in (really comfy… did I mention yet that it’s 7:00am where I live now?).

I am grateful for confidence, for joy, for the freedom to be grumpy sometimes, for creativity, for patience, for style, for computers, for the Internet, for composure, for football, for foggy mornings, for the color green, for the opportunity to be grateful.

One last expression of gratitude to my housemates back in Pittsburgh for being encouraging with me as I learned how to have fun making deliciousness in the kitchen.  Thanks ESPECIALLY to Laura for the pie crust recipe.

Apple cranberry pie with an oatmeal crumble top at my place!  But first, two types of homemade salsa.  🙂





A wry observation & a photo

25 08 2011

So today is turning out to be a rougher day than I expected it to be, for a variety of reasons.  I’m feeling frustrated with myself and my situation and I’m stuck with nothing to do for a while but whatever I can find on Teh Internets.  Oh joy. 

I’m looking through the stats associated with this blog.  Now, I am not so popular as to have lots of people constantly checking to see if I’ve updated, or to read what I’ve posted when I have actually updated.  The one major exception to this is when I posted from the airport in Las Vegas.  That post generated more than 50 visitors to my blog in the next 36 hours or so.

Apparently all you have to do to get many readers is to write about Vegas.

So… Las Vegas Las Vegas Las Vegas.

And have a look at the blurrier-than-previously-realized view from my new desk in my new office:

 

Maybe my cell phone isn't always the best for photos...

 





Serving God

17 08 2011

This past weekend, I was blessed to be on the leadership team for a retreat in Colorado.  This retreat, Ladies of Our Lady: A Spiritual Journey, was for ND Women Connect in Region 2.  I was absolutely blown away by how well this retreat worked out, and all the possibilities that will come out of it.  Ladies of Our Lady is expanding, my readers.  So much good will come out of this weekend.

In an effort to share some of the experience with you all, I am posting the text of a talk I gave on the retreat.  The theme of the talk is serving God.  I realize that I have not posted many reflections of this nature up here yet, despite the fact that it was something I had in mind when I started this blog.  I hope you enjoy. 

 

“God is Calling.  How will you answer?” 

That is the statement and question the ND Vision program is built around.  As has been mentioned, I was blessed enough to serve as a mentor-in-faith with this summer program for high schoolers.  It was an experience that irrevocably changed my perspective on vocation.  The greatest gift Vision gave me was beyond a reminder that vocation is constant, a perpetual calling that is much deeper than religious/married/single life.  No, far greater was the chance the program gave me to live each moment of my life grounded in that purpose.  The summer I spent at Notre Dame ministering to high schoolers was a time when every minute was purposeful, every choice made for a truth beyond myself.  It reiterated deeply how much I felt called to ministry, especially ministry to high school students.

And what timing!  I was a mentor in the summer before my senior year.  It was exactly the right time for me to pause and reflect on what needed to come next in my life.

 I came out of that summer pulled toward direct service.  I didn’t know if I could commit to graduate school yet.  So much had happened to me at Notre Dame that I was a little burnt out.  I wanted to drop everything for a while and reconnect with myself and with God. 

When I found the PULSE program, I was so sure I was in the right place.  PULSE is a small organization which aims to bring talented, energetic young people into the city of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania to implement positive change from the ground up.  Each year’s eight participants live together in an intentional faith community, participate in weekly seminars geared toward learning more about the city, professional life and themselves, and are placed in different non-profit agencies throughout the city.  We have one food budget for the house and we eat and pray together each night. 

PULSE is not a Catholic program, rather its roots are Mennonite and its composition is ecumenical.  I wanted to go take my deep Catholic, Notre Dame experience and test it out in a broader Christian community before  I wanted to test it out in a much broader secular world.

I was so ready.  I finally felt like I was really living out a radical Christian calling.  Matthew 19:16-30 tells a pretty well-known story of someone else wanting to follow Christ:

Now someone approached him and said, “Teacher, what good must I do to gain eternal life?”  He answered him, “Why do you ask me about the good?  There is only One who is good.  If you wish to enter into life, keep the commandments.”  He asked him, “Which ones?” And Jesus replied, “You shall not kill; you shall not commit adultery; you shall not steal; you shall not bear false witness; honor your father and your mother; and ‘you shall love your neighbor as yourself.’” The young man said to him, “All of these I have observed.  What do I still lack?”  Jesus said to him, “If you wish to be perfect, go, sell what you have and give to [the] poor, and you will have treasure in heaven.  Then come, follow me.”  When the young man heard this statement, he went away sad, for he had many possessions.  Then Jesus said to his disciples, “Amen, I say to you, it will be hard for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.  Again I say to you, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for one who is rich to enter the kingdom of God.”  When the disciples heard this, they were greatly astonished and said, “Who then can be saved?”  Jesus looked at them and said, “For human beings this is impossible, but for God all things are possible.”  Then Peter said to him in reply, “We have given up everything and followed you.  What will there be for us?”  Jesus said to them, “Amen, I say to you that you who have followed me, in the new age, when the Son of Man is seated on his throne of glory, will yourselves sit on twelve thrones, judging the twelve tribes of Israel.  And everyone who has given up houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or lands for the sake of my name will receive a hundred times more, and will inherit eternal life.  But many who are first will be last, and the last will be first.”

 Wow.  Leave everything you have, all of your possessions, all of your family, all of your career… and follow Christ.  I was going to try something maybe close to this, leaving my comfortable Notre Dame bubble of familiar places and culture and go love God through loving others. 

“Try” might be a key word there.  As previously stated this retreat, however, I am not perfect.  I did not sell my possessions before moving to Pittsburgh.  I actually packed a whole lot of them into my boyfriend’s Honda. It’s quite debatable how much abandonment I really seized upon.

I did move into a neighborhood in Pittsburgh that has seen a lot of challenges, though, and I worked in a food pantry, soup kitchen and Meals on Wheels program that served my neighbors.  I was blessed enough to work in a direct service capacity a lot.  I got to actually put food in peoples’ hands.

It was hard some days.  A lot of my clients were not nice.  They were challenging to work with.  Some of them had mental health problems, some had addictions, some were just really tired of the system.  Even the clients who were friendly and easy to serve proved to be challenging.  Some of their stories were gut-wrenching and I would feel almost guilty for being raised by a loving mother and father and getting to go off to school at Notre Dame.

I lived in Pittsburgh for eleven months.  I fell in love with the city and I made so many friends.  And then it was time to leave.  I was being called somewhere else.

But the weekend before I left, I took a detour.  ND Vision, that program I spoke of earlier, celebrated its tenth year this summer, and it provided me with another fabulous opportunity.  As part of the ten year celebration, former mentors were invited back to campus for a weekend reunion and retreat. 

Now, I already very thoroughly miss Pittsburgh and the people I lived and served with and hung out with there, but even by the time of this retreat, I was so ready to be onto the next phase of my life.  There’s something so challenging about knowing where you’re going, and working out the details… and still having to wait to get there.  When I went to the Vision reunion, it was very much with the idea that I could use the weekend as a nice transition.  Off I went, back to ND for another dose of vocation re-examination.

And it was good.  The people in my small group, former mentors from the years 2008 & 2009, were all in relatively similar places in life, aka, very transitional.  We were graduating from college, serving, finding jobs, switching jobs, getting married, going back to school.  Everything was very much up in the air.  That was okay, though, because we were following the call of Christ.  Abandon the network you’ve spent a year cultivating to go to school in a state where you didn’t know anyone?  Okay, fine.  Stay teaching for another year past your original commitment because the school doesn’t know who else to hire?  Cool.  Go off to Thailand to live in community and serve in whatever way you can find?  Rock on.  Go where you’re called.

Then later in the weekend, I had the opportunity to talk to one of my married friends.  She went through Vision a couple of years before I did and so people in her small group were a little older than those in mine, and some of them had had more of a chance to settle down.  This friend had made an observation.

“It’s interesting,” she said, “The difference between what people who are single are saying compared to those of us who are married.”  She had observed, as I had, that a lot of people were going every which way, being very rootless, making no money, following the call of Christ.  “That’s fine,” my friend said, “But we can’t do that if we’re married.  We need to balance our spouses’ needs.  We actually have to be concerned about making enough money to keep food on the table, to be able to take care of a potential child, whether we’re planning one or not.”

These married people like my friend are not about to leave everything they have and everyone they know so they can uproot themselves in order to follow Christ. 

Does the desire to radically serve Christ go away when we find ourselves with temporal commitments to other people or institutions?  How do we balance that call to abandon your possessions and your family to pick up your cross with the acknowledgement that your family might actually need you to be there?  The Catholic Church teaches that vocation to marriage and family life is a real and beautiful thing.  Clearly, the complete way to serve God can’t be contained in that one passage I read earlier.

Let’s return to it for a moment.  Everyone knows the part about the rich man sadly leaving because he won’t give up his stuff, but let’s give a little attention to the part before that.  This man sought out Jesus and asked “Teacher, what good must I do to gain eternal life?”  When he’s told to follow the commandments, he says “All of these I have observed.  What do I still lack?”

This man already followed the commandments.  Yet he still kept asking “What else?” He knew something was missing.

But he wouldn’t reach out to grab it when it was offered.

You know in your hearts if something is missing from your service to God, if there is an element that is lacking.  You know if you are desiring something more.

When Jesus talks here of abandoning possessions and family and all obligations, it reminds me of another well-known story.  The sisters Martha and Mary had Jesus over to their home.  Martha works her butt off preparing a lavish meal while Mary sits at Christ’s feet and just listens to him.  When an irritated Martha asks Jesus to get Mary to come help, he replies that he will not, because Mary has chosen the better part.

What a slap in the face to the homemakers of the world, I used to think.  What an insult to the people who are dedicated to welcoming visitors, to keeping food on the table for their families, their guests, their parish picnic-goers.  We aren’t all Jesus Christ, able to fast for forty days or whip up a feast for 5,000 from one person’s bread and fish.

But then I read a portion of a homily Augustine gave about Martha and Mary.  As he points out, Jesus never tells Martha that what she’s doing is wrong or not needed.  But at the end of time, Jesus will take our needs away.  He’ll fulfill them all and it won’t be up to us to feed each other.  What will be left is what Mary gravitated to already- sitting at the feet of the Savior and listening.

So how do we keep from letting that work, whether it’s feeding the hungry at a soup kitchen or feeding the hungry swarms in our own kitchens, become about itself?  How do we be radically Christ-centered in our service, like Mary at the feet of Jesus, like the young man was called to do but didn’t?

The key, I think, is actually very simple, if not at all easy.  Service is made radical not by the specifics of the assignment, but by radical love.  Give of yourself until you have nothing left, and refill yourself from Christ. 

It’s so much easier sometimes to serve by going somewhere, by immersing yourself in a new place, in a new culture, in obvious poverty.  But what about emotional poverty?  What about spiritual poverty?  You can’t always recognize those right away, and their only cure is love- passionate, genuine, unrestrained love.

We are called, beyond any other call, to love God and serve Him.  He has shown us that he is found in our neighbor, in the people we meet.  Therefore, we are called, beyond any other call, to love other people and serve Them.

This means loving poor people, even if they scare you.  This means loving your mother, even when she tells you that you’re doing everything wrong.  This means loving your children, even when they’re obnoxious.  This means getting up every morning to make breakfast, to go to work, to go to church, to go out into the world.  This means loving fiercely.  And it means admitting when you aren’t and trying again.

Whatever you do with your life, whatever calls you hear and answer, keep Christ in the forefront of your mind.  Do your work for Him.





The Pieces Are Starting to Fall into Place

5 07 2011

I heard back from the Milwaukee apartment to which I had applied.  They’ve accepted me!  I have a place to live in August.  🙂

Now all I need is a job and little detail stuff.  My family is already starting to help me out with all the furnishings I’ll need in my new place.  Major kudos to Mom, Dad & Grandma Phelan.

I think I might actually be ready for the move when it comes. 😀





Oh the Places I’ve Been…

4 07 2011

Hi, all!  I’ve been busy!

June was an extravagantly busy month, filled with much travel and excitement.  It’s a trend that started in May, actually, and carried through… well, now if not later.  So, instead of recapping absolutely everything in a long and wordy post, I figure I’ll post up a whole bunch of pictures from the places I went and the things I did in Pittsburgh.  There are a total of 19 pictures I wanted to put up, so rather than put them directly in this post and make it take hours to load, I put them into an album on Facebook.  The album is only visible to people through this blog.  Click here to see it.  Once you’re there, you can click on any of the photos to get a larger view and read the caption.

As a slightly more serious update, some of you have heard about some of the health problems I’ve been having the last couple of weeks.  To summarize, for all of you who have no idea what’s going on (PS- you have company: me & all of my doctors), about two weeks ago, during a Saturday night dinner, I developed some very significant chest pain while swallowing.  From that point on, for several days, whenever I swallowed anything of substance (ie, food & liquids), I would have significant chest pain, though not as severe as that first night.  Two visits to the doctors, two medications & one endoscopy later, the pain was gone, but unexplained.  That was a week ago, and that was when the sore throat that also got in the way of eating started.  The sore throat peaked on Friday in terms of interesting symptoms, but again, two Urgent Care visits & a prescription for Magic Swizzle later (it’s a real medication, I swear) and I’m feeling a lot better, though no one has any idea what caused the sore throat.  Probably a virus.

All of that aside, however, it’s been a pretty good few weeks.  A special shout-out goes to my boyfriend, who as of Friday has been dating me for an entire year.





There are some plans…

30 05 2011

For a while, I’ve been sitting rather quietly on a mass of ideas that I hoped would congeal into a plan for life post-PULSE.  There are still a good deal of details remaining to be worked out.  However, I am pleased to announce that there are some plans for next year!

I am officially going to be pursuing my MA in Theology from Marquette University in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.  Hooray!

I’m still sorting out various details of housing and employment, so I can’t tell you exactly where I’ll be dwelling, but it is very likely that I will be moving into an unfurnished apartment sometime in August.  If any of you loyal readers are looking to get rid of furniture or cookingware in the next few months, do let me know.

Speaking of sometime in August, Notre Dame Alumnae might be interested in another something I’m planning: Ladies of our Lady Retreat- A Spiritual Journey (click here for the flier).  The retreat will be modeled after ND Campus Ministry’s Notre Dame Encounter with Christ retreat.  Haley Scott DeMaria ’95 will be speaking and mingling and if her story isn’t amazing, I don’t know what is.

Okay, that’s all for this Memorial Day.  Keep a look out this week for some photos… I owe you guys a bunch.  Thanks to anyone still checking in.  I know that at least Mom & Grandma will be happy.  Love you!