Life Is What You Make It (Blog #462)

Currently it’s five in the evening, and I need to work on another writing assignment, one of my travel-writing stories, but since I slept for ten or twelve hours last night and am STILL tired, I want to get the blog done before doing anything else. This is my mantra today–

Me first.

Still, in an order to make this go faster, I’m doing today’s post as a list of random thoughts and gratitudes.

1. Two’s a party

I hate spending holidays alone, nothing to do. Apparently my friend Bonnie feels the same way, so last night for the 4th of July we met up and walked down to the river, where there were fireworks. Along the way I watched the stars and planets come out. I saw Mercury for the first time! You’d have thought I won the lottery I was so excited. That’s five planets you can see in the sky now with your naked eyes–Mercury, Venus, Mars, Jupiter, Saturn.

Eeek!

After the fireworks, Bonnie and I sat on the grass by the river and listened to a local band that was playing under the stars. I continued to look for constellations. I may be developing an obsession.

2. Being obsessed makes it hard to rest

Before I came home last night, Bonnie let me borrow a couple stargazing books and a pair of binoculars. Talk about encouraging my new hobby. Starting at one-thirty in the morning, I lay in my driveway for nearly an hour searching for stars, constellations, and galaxies. I was like a kid in a candy shop. Not only did I see the craters of the moon, but I also clearly identified (for the first time) the constellations Hercules, Corona Borealis, Lyra (The Harp), and Aquila (which sort of looks like a wizard’s hat).

Before I went to bed I got overwhelmed–there’s so much to learn about the sky! But this morning I thought, Marcus, the stars aren’t going anywhere fast. You can take your time here.

3. You brave your way, I’ll brave mine

This afternoon I spoke with my friend Kim, a fellow night owl. We talked about our tendency to judge ourselves for being different, like, for staying up late and sleeping in. But, as Kim said, “Some of us brave the day; some of brave the night.”

4. Ask and you shall receive

Yesterday I hung an antique chandelier in my room but left off a few crystals that had broken while in storage. Hoping to find a place where I could buy replacement crystals, last night I asked Bonnie if she knew of a place that sold them.

Get this shit.

Bonnie had some leftover crystals from a “glitz and glamour” wedding she helped decorate a few years ago–the EXACT kind that I needed.

Sometimes life is easy.

5. Life is what you make it

One of the pieces of artwork I hung in my room recently is an autographed poster of Dawn Hampton, a swing dancing legend. Dawn grew up entertaining with her family at The Savoy Ballroom in Harlem and later made a career as a singer in the gay bathhouses where Bette Midler and Barry Manilow got their start. Anyway, one of Dawn’s songs is called “Life Is What You Make It,” and this idea is on my mind today. Fun and fascination don’t have to be complicated–they can be as simple as a single friend, a blanket of stars, or both. We don’t have to get in a hurry about anything. We don’t HAVE to judge ourselves for being different. Life isn’t as difficult as we think it is.

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

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Boundaries are about starting small, enjoying initial successes, and practicing until you get your relationships like you want them. 

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Unmarked Doorways (Blog #96)

About nine years ago I was having a lot of problems with my right hip. My friend Mike told me about a chiropractor he knew, and that’s how I met Tracy, who owns The Healing Point in Fort Smith. Oddly enough, she’s located in the building I attended the third grade in. For the longest time when I’d talk about Tracy, I simply called her “the magic chiropractor.” That’s how much she helped me. Now I just call her a friend.

Sometimes I think of meeting Tracy as a doorway I walked through without knowing it, an entrance into a whole new world. I remember being in her office once when she mentioned a healing art called chi kung, as well as one called Reiki. Well, I’d never heard of either one of them before, but since my hip hurt and I had constant sinus infections, I was open to almost anything that didn’t involve coffee enemas or crystal balls. Thanks to Tracy, I got curious. I went home, found someone who practiced Reiki, and called her. We’re still friends today, and she’s the one who said I should go ahead and learn it from the lady who taught her. So I did.

Since 2008 I’ve learned Reiki, meditation, chi kung, and all sorts of other weird healing things, all thanks to the same lady. It’s not my point to discuss those things in detail here, but I can’t tell you how much all of it added up has changed me for the better, both physically and spiritually. In 2014 when I was miserable with my ex, it was my Reiki teacher who supported me and encouraged me the most to really figure out what was going on. Had it not been for her, I wouldn’t have ended up in therapy. Consequently, this blog wouldn’t exist. It’s really hard to say where anything starts, but in my mind the journey I’m currently on started with that pain in my hip and ending up in Tracy’s office.

I spent the first part of this evening with my old roommates, Justin and Ashley, who were christening their Big Green Egg for the 4th of July. (A Big Green Egg is a grill. You can guess what it looks like.) Here’s a picture of me and Ashley. That’s our friend Joseph in the background, probably headed for Ashley’s ridiculously good salsa.

This is me and Justin–or as he said–Fidel Castro. I’m not sure what’s up with my side-eye. I swear it takes a college degree to know where to look when you’re taking a selfie. You’d think I’d have it figured out by now.

Here’s a picture of Fidel and Ashley showing off their flexible skewers. (Ashley’s is invisible.) But seriously. First they put a man on the moon and then they make skewers that bend. The next time someone tells you life sucks, you just remind them they live in America–where you can grill fruit on a string.

When I left Justin and Ashley’s, I went to Tracy’s. She and her husband, Aaron, have one of the coolest houses I’ve ever seen, with one of the best views for fireworks, so I always try to invite myself to their parties. Here’s a picture taken from their back deck.

Y’all, I learned the coolest thing tonight–a recipe–a meal, really–called Walking Tacos. You take a bag of Doritos, crunch up the chips, and then open the bag and add meat, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, whatever. Grab a fork and you’re done. This is my kind of food. Genius!

By the way, so you know what pains I go through in order to make this blog true-to-life, I’m actually walking with my Walking Tacos in the picture.

Ugh. Just because everyone else is doing it, here’s a picture–one, single, solitary picture–from the fireworks display. I’ll spare you the twenty-nine pictures that didn’t turn out and instead direct you to your Facebook news feed.

After the fireworks show, I hung out with Tracy’s family in their kitchen. Someone had a bottle of red wine called Whiplash, which I thought was funny because I was just in a car wreck. Tell me God doesn’t have a twisted sense of humor. (Or maybe that’s just me.)

Since I got home tonight, I’ve been thinking about whiplash and the number of times over the years I’ve been frustrated with pain in my physical body. It really has been a problem. Still, when I look back at all the things I’ve learned and all the wonderful people I’ve met simply because my hip hurt nine years ago, I’m actually really grateful that things were out of whack. Of course, when Mike told me about Tracy, when I actually met her, I had no idea the doorway I was walking through, no idea I would eventually leave an entire world behind in exchange for something better. It’s not like life bothered to announce in flashing lights–WEAR SOMETHING CUTE, THIS IS A BIG MOMENT.

Personally, I’m glad big moments often hide behind the ordinary and even the painful ones. Of course, I can’t say for certain why life works this way, why the doorways that ultimately transform us don’t come clearly marked. But I suppose it’s because the path of transformation isn’t for sissies. It’s worth it, but it’s rough going at times. And who honestly loves change, having their world turned upside down slowly and consistently for nearly a decade? So I imagine if there were neon signs that said, “Attention–Big Moment Just Around the Corner,” we would only look at them briefly and then–so blinded by the light–turn and go in a different direction.

[On an unrelated note, here for your viewing pleasure is a slightly dirty and extremely delightful Santa Claus joke told by Cee Cee, Tracy’s sister-in-law. Apparently it’s a family favorite, and I’m sure you’ll see why.]

Quotes from CoCo (Marcus)

"It's really good news to find out that the world isn't as scary as you thought it was."