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Hello, World. Are You (Still) There?

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Selfie Nation, Stand UP!

I’m not going to lie, I’m afraid to write this post.

I’m afraid that I might be posting at a time when I am super enthusiastic about a lot of things — my job, my newly adopted city, life changes, re-connecting with old friends.

But I am also afraid that I will start and then stop. Afraid that I will lose steam, lose momentum. Give false hope. Let people (myself) down in some way.

I am afraid that I might be writing to escape. I don’t think I am, but I’m not prepared to say that I am not. Even less prepared to say that things will be like they were before. Today, I make no promises.

Saying goodbye to Reese and DCA.

Saying goodbye to Reese and DCA.

I might be back. I might not. Reese might be back. She might not.

Whew.

Now that I have sufficiently lowered your expectations and shared my current truth, did you miss me/we/us? I/we (maybe) (actually) missed you.

Returning to regular blogging is something we talk about, often, but haven’t quite acted on together.

Reese is deep in dissertation land. (Body roll for seeing the light at the end of the dissertation tunnel.)

I will leave it to her to tell you what she wants to tell you about her life, now. When she gets ready, in her own time, if ever at all.

Me? Last month, I wrote two whole blog posts that I haven’t posted yet. Why? Because I was feeling a bit shy. Truth be told I felt/feel rusty.

My "this weather sucks" face.

My “this weather sucks” face.

My voice doesn’t sound the same in my head when I’m writing. It’s my voice, but different. My voice, but wiser? More cautious? It’s complicated, I guess.

But the thoughts, the ideas — they keep arriving in my head when I least expect them. Uninvited. OK, occasionally invited.

The things I want to blog about keep flooding my brain. Case-in-point: It is 1:30 in the morning and I have an assignment at city hall in about eight and a half hours.

I. can’t. sleep. because. I. want. to. BLOG! Wanting to blog feels great. Wanting to blog feels terrible. (I’m sleepy, and I SHOULD) go to bed.

Instead, I write. And I wrote this post for you, and you and definitely you. But also for me. And for Reese.

Definitely for me.

I’m not back.

But I am (we are) still here.

– Ricks


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Food for Thought Friday: Too Tired Thrifty Chicks

As I write this, I’m sitting at Busboys and Poets, waiting for an 8 p.m. flight to Chicago for another conference. Ricks is working an 11-hour shift at her temp job. Between me working an hour away from home and writing a dissertation, and Ricks working long hours at her temp job and kickstarting her business, life is busy and tiring.  Couple all the changes happening in each of our lives with vexing things like Renisha McBride’s murder (which deeply effected both of us) and you get two tired (and sometimes discouraged) women whose creative juices are running low. All of these things make stepping back and taking stock of every aspect of our lives, including our commitment to this blog, not just a exercise in reflection, but a necessary force for self care.

Our love of thrifting is what initially connected us, and we started this blog because we each wanted a creative outlet that allowed us to freely write in ways that our jobs at the time would not. Over the last year, the blog has served that purpose beautifully. Now — a year later — we’re wondering what we want this blog to be. Our conversations have changed, deepened in some ways, and we’re asking ourselves how do those conversations make it to the blog? In other words, how do we write from “the center of our passion,” as a friend once asked me? We believe we’re pretty honest people, and want more of our whole selves to be reflected in our writing.

So what does this mean? It means that until we figure out the answers to some of these questions we’re taking a break. We are alleviating ourselves from the pressures of one more thing to do — something that the blog was never supposed to become. For the remainder of 2013, you might see a post or two or none at all, depending on what life brings in the coming weeks. In December, we’re heading to South Africa and hope that disconnecting from our current day-to-day lives will inspire us to come back and write with gusto about all the things we’re passionate about.

We’d like the blog to be somewhat of an extension of our couch time — the time we dedicate to talking about life, love, struggles, etc. Of course, we can’t let you in on ALL the conversations (smiles), but we’re hoping to honor our gift of writing not only what makes you smile and laugh but also stimulates your thoughts and encourages discussion. We haven’t figured it all out yet, but we will and when we do, we’ll be back in full swing!

-R&R


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Food for Thought Friday: Quiet Time

“We need quiet time to examine our lives openly and honestly. . . spending quiet time alone gives your mind an opportunity to renew itself and create order.” -Susan Taylor

IMG_9515In our house, each of us has a quiet time space. Ricks has a yellow recliner chair that she thrifted, and I have the window bench I built at the beginning of the year. We wanted to have places designated for reading, journaling, etc., but the truth is, they hadn’t gotten much use until a few weeks ago.

It happened sort of spontaneously. Every morning, each of us got up –around 5:30-6am–went to our quiet time spaces, and started our respective quiet time rituals, which include thinking, reading, praying, and writing in silence for an hour or more. There’s never a specific agenda other than to have a deliberate, calm start to the day. Everything in the house is quiet until we’re both done. Neither of us interrupts the other….and though we do almost everything together and share so much, it’s not hard to respect that space, because we know the clarity and peace it offers and wouldn’t want to deprive the other of that.

“Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.” -Edgar Allen Poe

We let our thoughts roam, our dreams take root, and our pens write as much as IMG_4451they’d like (I swear we’re each gonna go through 10 journals this year).  It isn’t an agressive time.  I just let myself be present, engaged, and open to whatever the universe wants to share. For me, that might mean listening to the birds sing to each other, paying attention to my visceral reactions to what I’m reading, or writing down my thoughts and feelings without judging them.

This week, we’ve been working hard on separate work projects and teaching vacation bible school at night, which has made it challenging to get up early to have that quiet time. And each of us has felt every bit of it. I missed how it slowed me down. I missed offering the praise and worship that has now become the first thing I want to do each day. I missed taking the time to journal thoughtfully and honestly at length about whatever BIG dreams and goals I have. It’s not that I didn’t do these things at other points in the day; but by the time I got around to them, they were competing for time with other thoughts, feelings, and responsibilities that seem to crowd the day as it wears on. The morning time when each of us first wakes up–before the sun rises for me, when the light hits the window for Ricks–is the golden time. For whatever reason, when Im sitting on my bench at 5:30am, looking out the window as I read, write, or think, I feel like I can accomplish anything.

How do you start your day?  Do you give yourself the opportunity to have a quiet time (no matter how long or what time of day) that you can spend however you want?