Reflections and Blessings: End of School Year 2012-2013

"To witness miracles unfold in your experience, count your blessings and be thankful. Perceived small blessings accumulate to be the most powerful." 

T. F. Hodge

As the school year in Kuwait has come to a close, and my coworkers and friends are embarking on there summer journey's either back home, Europe, or even in Kuwait, I feel that its time to take a moment and reflect on the things I've seen, been a part of, and grew from in my first school year in the Middle East.

1. You are never to old to learn something new-- I will be a very proud 35 year old in two months, and I have been very challenged emotionally, spiritually, and mentally throughout this first year. From learning to work with others and taking a back seat (so not my character), to learning to navigate within a different language and culture, I am constantly learning. I thank God for that.

2. The power of the nap- I am now a creature of habit. Everyday I take a nap. 30-45 minutes of solitude and rest feels soo good on a regular basis.

3. Homesickness happens in phases- After the honeymoon period, homesickness appeared in phases for me; its never a one shot deal. Homesickness may not have to do with family either. Sometimes it was desiring to shop at a Cato or Lane Bryant; sometimes it comes on when something happens and the only people who understand are the people at home. Sometimes its just the weather. I missed seasons this year. The changing of the leaves, the snow on the ground. The cold rains in April....

4. But technology brings everyone closer- The world indeed has gotten smaller. Technology makes it that way. You don't miss nearly as much as you think you do. You just find ways to substitute or get what you need. I do love that fact that I can start my day while calling my family close to their bedtimes; or using facetime to chat with friends.

5. The friends you start with, may not be the friends you end the year with- Fast food relationships happen in Kuwait; then you see the true nature of people and realize that sometimes people are in your lives for a season and for a reason. But I'm lucky to see some of my friendships evolve into genuine relationships, while others I have been blessed to leave those behind.

6. It's never to late to try something new- This year I played rugby. And although I might have been the slowest and the biggest, I loved every minute of it. If not for the sport, but for the sisterhood that I feel that I am a part of now. This new sport, meeting new people, made my life in Kuwait a little bit better.

7. The world is indeed a beautiful place- I have been blessed to see so many great places this year: looking out the window on my initial flight over and seeing the sky change in an instant from dark to light; the tropical rains on the island of Zanzibar; street food and traffic in India; sunrise walking in Doha; the top of the world in Dubai; walking to school everyday. But those places can't compare to the people I've met along this path. The world is beautiful not just because of the places and things, but truly because of her people.

I feel soo blessed to have listened and followed my heart and spirit to a new journey in my life. I'm so thankful for all the help from friends and family in the states, to friends that I consider family here in Kuwait. I know that next year will present even more challenges as relationships evolve and my travels take me to other places. As I reflect on my school year, I am just so grateful for every minute of every opportunity.

Active Forgiveness

It's 3am, and I have to pee.

It's one of those things that is a part of my life due to just getting older. I should know that if I don't drink anything after 8:30pm and use the bathroom before going to bed, I can generally sleep through the night. But some days I don't get home until late, I have a glass of orange juice or tea before my 9pm bedtime, and next thing you know I am up at 3am to go pee. But normally I can go back to sleep as soon as I do that.

However, I have been having trouble going back to sleep recently. I go to the bathroom, crawl back into bed, and lay their trying to will myself to go back to sleep. Next thing you know the call of prayer goes off at 3:45am and then at 4:00am. My alarm goes off at 5am. I get sleepy about 6am, but I leave for work at 6:30am. Then I go into work sleepy, angry, and upset; craving a nonfat Chai Latte with an espresso shot and a breakfast sandwich. You snack to stay awake on all the things your body craves, and you're burnt by the end of the day. You want to go to bed but you know that if you go to bed too early, you're going to stay up the night.

My momma used to tell me that when I have times like that, it means that God is trying to tell me something. But what was it? I honestly didn't know. I thought I have handled my conflicts or moved on from issues stemming from co-workers and some students. I thought I moved on and forgave myself and them for incidents of misunderstanding and mistrust. I thought I forgave them, but in all honesty, I really didn't.

When I pass them in the hallways I cringed or didn't say hello; I used email and text messages to get any issues out. But I could have sworn I forgave them. But I didn't.

It's 3am and I have to pee.

Another night of troubled sleep and awareness that God is indeed trying to tell me something. My words in my head may have said that I forgave, but my heart which directs everything I do told me different. That's when I realized that forgiveness truly is an active verb. Clarissa Estes, a poet and psychoanalyst who specializes in traumatic experiences, stated that:

"How does one know if she has forgiven? You tend to feel sorrow over the circumstance instead of rage, you tend to feel sorry for the person rather than angry with him. You tend to have nothing left to say about it at all."

I think it's so much easier to forgive when you are younger, you move on quicker, you get your toy back, you may fight but have the ability to move on from that fight. But the older you get, the more those experiences where you are hurt, affect you so much deeper. It's seems that so much more is at stake and the heart and spirit can only handle so much. So when you open your heart and it gets hurt because of betrayal or lies, or even being irrelevant in a world where you once belonged, true forgiveness is simply hard because its admitting to yourself that your heart has been battered and bruised.

But bruises do heal. At least I think they do.

If anything the bruises heal enough that you don't notice them as much. You breathe, you move on, you can go back to sleep. And although there may be some scars, they do fade enough over time. When that happens, you can truly say that you have forgiven them and moved on; you can say I had an epiphany.

It's 3am and I have to pee.

I wake up and pad to my bathroom and empty my bladder. I return to my bed, snuggle under the covers. And for the first time in a couple of weeks and I did go back to sleep.

The art of settling; the art of compromise

"The middle path makes me wary.... But in the middle of my life, I am coming to see the middle path as a walk with wisdom where conversations of complexity can be found, that the middle path is the path of movement...." 

Terry Tempest Williams

This Thursday, I was leaving my principal's office after a very surprisingly productive parent/student meeting. My principal asked me how I was handling this last portion of the year, and I told him that I was learning so much: how to work with parent's better, learning to control my exuberance during conversations that particularly pissed me off, and learning to define my role in this school, after leaving a role where I was several positions in one body. That going from a position like that, to one where I am one role, has been the most difficult part for me. He then smiled at me, and tells me, "you must simply need to lower your expectations." I smiled and told him, "you know me enough by now to know that is difficult for me." We both chuckled, because we both knew that we were both right.

Fast forward to Friday night, Saturday early morning, celebrating a friend's birthday. It's about 2am and we get involved in a heavy discussion about relationships and expectations; Mr. Right, Mr. Right Now, and Mr. Fulfilling a Need that could lead to Mr. Right Now. How complicated dating gets the older we get, and do we really set ourselves up for failure with our internal lists of what we desire in a mate. The big question: do we need to lower our expectations to put a ring on it?

And this afternoon, I had the most vivid dream I have ever had during one of my naps. I dreamed that I ran into an old friend from college (This girl during undergrad was truly glamorous and had everything she ever wanted). When I saw her, she introduced me to her husband who was in a dirty track suit, who spat tobacco while we talked. She still looked the same, but her shine wasn't there like it was in college. She showed me pictures of her children and they both looked like pigs, and all I could say was, "Oh really!" I woke up soon after but couldn't help but think if she lowered her expectations or compromised to get married.

All of our relationships: work, family, dating, marriage, etc., take a bit of a compromise or even a lowering of expectations. Many of the friends and people I have met living in Kuwait didn't exactly have this country on the top of their list when looking for jobs overseas. But we settled/compromised in a way to work tax free: some people choosing to live here for a great while, some leaving as soon as their contracts expire. For those who stay, it's the things that they gain in this compromise that makes it work. To live in Kuwait you give up pork, alcohol, and in some ways organized infrastructure. On the other side, you can travel to exciting places, see the world, and enjoy the spoils in countries that allow you have the things you desire. You can also have daily afternoon naps and work late only when you need to, hired help to help you function, and a little bit of home in the array of chain restaurants located in this country (so last statement are more personal to me).

Its the same thing I believe when it comes to relationships. I admitted to myself a couple of years ago that I would like to be married, although in the back of my head I know the odds are stacked against me. Do you know that for Black women, the higher we are in our education and our lack of children, means that we are less likely to be married? I have two master's degrees and no children. The odds are truly stacked. Besides that, I also know that marriage is not promised to everyone, and I'm actually ok with that.

But I look around to the marriages I have been exposed to in my life: those who seem to have been married forever, those who do get married later in life, and those who started but couldn't quite finish. For those that worked, I know that compromise and a slight lowering of expectations had to take place, more for the woman then the guy (no offense fellas, but really). And you know what, those that work, work. Those who didn't work tried and tried until it did or until it failed. But effort was put into it either way.

Its the effort of living this life that opens you up to what it means to settle and what it means to compromise. In my twenties, I never wanted to compromise and I always wanted people to see my vision, my way. However, the older I get the more I am beginning to realize that my life was not that exciting because of that. I did some awesome things, have great stories, but because I was little uncompromising, that passion burnt me out.

As I look at my life right now, in this moment, its the shades of in-between that has made my life interesting. The more I am allowed to live this life, the more I appreciate my passion coupled with a healthy dose of complex experiences and thoughts. My conversations have more meaning, my relationships matter, and I still have a bit of myself. Will I ever get married or have the perfect job or perfect life? Probably not. But if lowering my expectations means that I get to enjoy the wonderful shades of gray that comes with living, then I'm ok with that.