Monthly Archives: February 2013

Perspective

I was going to write today about how I weighed 146 lbs at the clinic this morning.  Then, I heard about a 14-year-old boy who ran away after he impregnated a 14-year-old girl who backed out of an abortion.  I read about the progress of a friend’s brother-in-law who’s treacherous path of cancer may be ending.

I decided to write about being thankful that the pain in my abdomen is likely a muscle strain and not something more serious. I’m grateful S is responding to and recovering quickly from treatment.  I’m happy that my mom is taking her meds and, while ever-present, she is able to look beyond the delusions. I feel blessed to celebrate the third engagement anniversary with someone I love even more than the day he asked.

I thankful for my health and happiness today – all 146 lbs of it.

Tofurky? Oh Boy…

Between viewing Forks Over Knives cooking a super greasy pot roast, and seeing nutritional information on a package of grass-fed beef (20g of fat per serving!!), I believe my days of red meat are over.  In fact, I believe I’ll be phasing out animal products in general.  However, I grew up in a meat-and-potato household.  In any given week of the five dinners I cook, 3-4 are meat based meals.  I eat tuna for lunch at least once a week. Oh, and I really love cheese. While incredibly worthwhile, this will not be an easy transition to a plant-based diet.

First, I really hate throwing food away so we’ll use up the blatant animal products we have at the house, including several cheeses, a flank steak, and tuna.

Then, I’ll work to build a stock of plant-based meals from which I can easily build a menu.

Last, I’ll continue shopping more consciously for whole and vegan foods.

Get Off the Fence Already

For more than a week, I’ve been perched upon a fence teetering between the easy out and jumping into the challenge. The nonsensical part is that I made up my mind to do something a long time ago and have been expending far too much energy waffling atop that fence.

Yesterday I called a donor with a question for work. She turned out to be a lobbyist. After hearing my idea she gently tipped me off of the fence, in the wonderful way only a Midwestern mother can.

Riding a fence is stupid anyway. I have no idea how to get Congress to make a change to a law, but I’m going to find out.

You don’t get to call my mom and the other 46.1 million Americans  ‘mental defectives.’  Watch out 18 U.S.C. § 922 : US Code – Section 922. I’m coming for you.

The Race is Long…

Way back when, I started my career in non-profit development as a bright-eyed 23-year-old.  It was the single most fulfilling job I’ve had to date. I worked long and hard and couldn’t wait for Mondays. Our event season ran from May to October and we spent 10-24 hours a day together during that time.  Needless to say, we were tight.

But making it on $21,191 a year is almost impossible and slowly one by one we moved on.  As many of us went corporate as moved onto to other non-profits.  While I averaged about 2.5 years per job, Jelly rooted into a non-profit, worked her way up to a vice president position. Just this past fall she took a position as an executive director.

She was born to lead and has all of the characteristics necessary to not only run an organization but to leave it better than she found it.

My first reaction was pride. I’m proud of her. But then I quickly turned it back on myself. Should I have been an ED by now? Am I as successful as I should be?

I’ve always liked being an individual contributor better.  I even thought dealing with an intern this past fall was the woooorst.  And the work an executive director does is mostly loathsome. There’s no way I want that job.

After spending too much time wondering if I was failing myself, I stopped to wonder why I was comparing myself to Jelly.  We were never on the same track in life, why on earth would I measure my success against her career path?

Baz Luhrmann said, “The race is long, but in the end, it’s only with yourself.”  True that.

Lol. Congress.

Mr. Buford noted in his response to my letter that the he learned the term ‘mental defectives from 18 U.S.C. § 922 : US Code – Section 922.  WTF is the term ‘mental defectives’ doing in US law? I emailed one of my college besties and go-to attorney to find out how to change the language.

Me: Hey – how do you change a word in a thing like this: 18 U.S.C. § 922 : US Code – Section 922? What is ‘this’ anyway?
Rasher: The citation below is to a statute (federal statutes – United States Code). Knowing what this is, I am now more curious why you are citing/referring to it??  I’m sure there is good reason.
Me: Well, if you’re Mr. Buford in California who has no concept of mental illness or the language to use when referencing it and you pull this statute as you reference point when talking to the media, you are perpetuating a stigma without even really intending to.
Rasher: Ah, so it’s in the statute.  So…..now what?  I feel some sort of crusade is about to be embarked upon….
Me: Who do I ask to change the language in the statute?
Rasher: Lol. Congress.

Lol. Congress. She just named my first book about my next ‘crusade.’