Five people who mean a lot, in no particular order:
I’m going to cheat a little here and squeeze more people in than I’m supposed to because, while this is by no means an exhaustive list, I can’t keep it down to only five. So bear with me.
- The Carey women; you are absolutely my best friends, which is weird to some but the most normal thing in the world to us. I love that our relationship has no off switch.
- The boys; Dad, Nick, and Tain, you are big dorks and you make me laugh.
- Millie & Mitch & splotchesx2; I never expected it to be this cool.
- Annie, Bette, and Fran; my cousins and bffs. I’m honoured to know you.
- Staish; you are truly a gift of God, wrapped in the brightest ribbons.
- Ruthieroo; I still can’t believe we’re practically neighbours. It’s the best.
- Elizabeth, Ruth, & Miriam; you make my heart sing.
- Carla & Meaghan; always, you guys.
- Ainz & Kat; Creek Roadies unite!
- My grandparents; my heritage.
- My amazing aunts; I admire you ladies.
- The Childs; you know us that well and you still love us?
- Jane, Anna, Luke & Dan; climbin’ up the mountain, children, children.
- Abbie, Caitlin, Tegan, Rachel, & Cara; you model grace to me and are such faithful long-distance friends.
- Harri, Eb, Kandis, & Laurie; my western girls whom I still miss.
- My online peeps; you guys probably couldn’t possibly know how much I appreciate having you in my life, even if we’ve never met (but I hope we do).
Six things I wish I’d never done (a mix of depth and shallows):
- waited until I was 29 to start learning that being scared is not enough of a reason not to do something.
- mocked KM in the playground that time. I must have been 11 years old, and I’m still ashamed.
- believed things because I felt them to be true, instead of knowing them to be true.
- misrepresented Christianity, even inadvertently.
- gained unnecessary weight.
- felt there was a legitimate need for me to be a bossy big sister.
(a random and by no means exhaustive list)
- live the gospel
- be the same person when talking to the hot chick or the granny
- believe in hospitality
- appreciate families and make time for little kids
- be friendly, frank, and reliable
- possess a genuine, generous smile
- be well-read and a self-educator
- hold strong opinions but listen to those of others, too
non-compulsory bonus: look like Gregory Peck
Nine things about myself:
- I get excited about going to the library or Borders the way some people get excited about going to Dreamworld.
- I am pulled more strongly towards civilisation than towards nature. Structures, records, ephemera, and ruins drag me in and I get more excited about them than I do about rocks and mountains and waterfalls (though they are wondrous, too). I think it’s because these things, left behind accidentally by man or purposefully created to endure for multiple lifetimes, tell so many stories. They are history, in concrete form.
- It’s probably a good thing I’m not married yet, because at the moment I love strange hippie names for children. For now, I work those names out of my system by giving them to current characters in my fiction.
- Although I am not really a fan of fur (my ideal pet was — until last year, when I killed both — either a cactus or a goldfish), when I was fifteen, I had a pet rat. I called it Mrs. Frisby. It’s now a part of my history that embarrasses me.
- There is a box under my bed filled with over twenty-five of my journals. There are sporadic ones from age eight but it really started when I was fourteen and I got serious about writing frequently and elaborately decorating the blank pages of these beautiful books. I wish I was still like that.
- I didn’t get my open driver’s licence till I was about 25. I just hated driving that much (seriously, the law lets me on the road? with my lack of knowledge?) Now, I actually sometimes enjoy driving, and this weirds me out.
- My personal library contains about four thousand books.
- I’ve considered being a foster care parent (I’m just not in a position to do so currently).
- With possible exception of a couple of the earlier destinations that are lost on me, I’ve lived in: Gosford NSW; Elliot Cl Singleton NSW; York St Singleton NSW; Church St Singleton NSW; New England Hwy Whittingham NSW; Korra St Lithgow NSW; Tamarind Ave Nhulunbuy NT; [can’t remember] Bowen QLD; New England Hwy Whittingham NSW; Balmoral Pl Mandurah WA; and now I live south of Brisbane, QLD and likely this won’t be permanent. It’s a crazy, crazy life.
When it comes to relationships --
And I don't mean just with girls
(I mean with everyone) --
Your illustrations always point out just what's wrong with me.
It's chapstick and chapped lips and things like chemistry.
Ten things I want to say to ten different people right now:
- You are probably the world’s most patient person, and I’m constantly amazed by your grace. Thank you for being in my life in a huge way, even when we can’t be in proximity to each other.
- I wonder if you’ve ever really looked at your actions and tried to see how they come across. I can’t tell if you’re genuine and clueless, or if you’re simply a major player and merrily milking this for all it’s worth. Regardless, I want you to press the pause button and actually think about what this all means. You’re not fourteen anymore. Please be a man.
- When I first met you, I felt that kindred spirit click, the one that says we are bound to get along. But three years have gone by and we keep narrowly missing each other, almost being friends but never quite getting there. I kind of don’t mind any more — obviously that’s just how it’s going to be. But it weirds me out that it’s like this and — what’s worse — it’s actually kind of awkward now. That’s not at all how I thought it would go.
- What on earth have you been doing all this time?
- Our friendship had the funniest beginning and — several years down the track — I still get surprised at the unexpected amazingness of it. Who knew that we would share so much in common and yet be so entertained by our differences? Who could have suspected that the nervous first meeting would so quickly fade into oblivion, replaced instead by serious girl-friendship, complete with deep reflections on life and faith, and far too many inappropriate remarks? I’m happy.
- It’s hard for me to take you seriously when you sigh about not being married. I know about ten girls who could have been so right for you. But you seem to be looking for the Proverbs 31 woman Barbie, and I don’t think she exists.
- I know I say it to you a lot, but I can’t properly express how restful it is to have known you all these years, to have had a history with you, to be able to be with you without explaining everything, to sit silently with you and not feel awkward. I appreciate that so much that I tend to gush about it. Sorry.
- I wish I could challenge you about how much you hurt someone I care about, and I wish I could make sure you never do it again. Instead, when I see you, I have to pretend like nothing ever happened.
- Why did you go back on everything you once preached? You seem to me to be a lot sadder than you ever were before. It’s like I can see the desperation underneath your frantic, whirling-dervish life.
- Thank you for making motherhood seem like the excellent, rollicking adventure it really is. You make me want to have kids sooner rather than later.
Day One: Ten things you want to say to ten different people right now.
Day Two: Nine things about yourself.
Day Three: Eight ways to win your heart.
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot.
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two smileys that describe your life right now.
Day Ten: One confession.
(crosspost from my tumblr account)