Thursday, April 29, 2010

Midnight Ramblings . . . good enough for the 100th post

It's midnight and I'm tired. I can't sleep. For weeks now it takes me hours to go to sleep, insomnia has become my companion. There is too much thinking that decides to take place at precisely the hour of sleep. Tonight it was - I'm moving and sad, I'm moving and anxious, Italy, graduation, confusion of what to do now that I've graduated, longing, wishing I was better, deciding to be better, feeling as if I've let God down, feeling as if I've let myself down, feeling tired, feeling grateful to a teacher that helped me through this last semester, deciding I need to do something for her, hoping my family is okay - everyone in the extended realm included, wishing for understanding, needing to do more for others, thinking of all the people who have done so much for me, wondering about Vonda and Norma and what they might be doing, wondering if people really talk and feel like Alice Munro describes in the short story collection I'm reading, thinking it's almost summer and I haven't started on my parents' histories like I promised in their Christmas present, loving my family especially the three little boys with the one on the way - - - it goes on and on.
Bringing up Christmas reminds me of something. Christmas was always special around our house, most people feel that way about their childhood Christmases. On Christmas Eve, one of the last things that we children did before going to bed was to draw straws. My parents didn't want us all going down to the tree at the same time, but wanted everyone to have a turn individually. That lead to the drawing of the straws - we all wanted to get the smallest because that meant that we had the coveted spot of going down first and getting 5 minutes alone with all the presents Santa left for us and for our siblings. The smallest went first, right on up to the longest and we went down in five minute increments. I loved the rush that I felt as dad turned away from us at the kitchen table and cut the straws - sometimes they were matches or whatever he could find. Then he would turn around and we would pick - sometimes oldest to youngest or youngest to oldest and sometimes I would yell that I should go first because I was the only girl (haha - I used that a lot). Whatever happened was set in stone. I think about this story because it reminds me of life right now. I feel like I got the last and longest straw and I keep yelling down the stairs wondering if its my time yet but getting no response. I don't mean this in regards to being the last married or even to being the one that will now be at home, the meaning comes for me, in a place beyond description. Words falter. Feeling are what remains.
If none of this made any sense, just disregard it. After all, it is past midnight:) Happy 100th post to me!!

5 comments:

M. Douglas said...

Happy 100th post! I think this is where I stopped, so please keep going! You're a true poet, Mia--straw metaphors and all. Love, M

abby's photo shoppe said...

I love this post. So completely honest. I have been where you are and can relate on about 47 levels (is that possible?). Wishing I were closer so we could have a nice long chat with many many hugs. YOU. ARE. AWESOME.
I miss you.
Abby the GREAT

PS Word verification: sethedu

Wha?

Also, you have to see this:
http://www.hulu.com/watch/114927/saturday-night-live-new-doorbells

after you watch it, then watch it again. We quote this on a DAILY basis.
Maybe it will help if you can try to relate to Tina tina Chanice.

this. is. long.

and why is your doorbell so vanilla?

Wendy said...

Ah friend. I loved this very honest and real and very relate-able post. You know how I feel about you. Beautiful post, thanks for letting us in on a rough and sleepless night. I love you.
W.
p.s. congrats on the 100th!

Talecia said...

Congratulations on Graduation! I am so happy for you. I don't know if I really understand how you feel, but I think that is a feeling that come now and again throughout our lives. Then something comes along and it makes us forget the feelings. I think that its not a bad one tho, because it keeps us in check and helping us be better. I love you, and hope that your are well. I am jealous about Italy. What a neat experience.

emily said...

Oh MiA!! I love you! cute pics! You know I know how you feel! I wish we could chill. I'm so jealous of your lovely adventure plans for Italy. people DREAM of what you are going to do! i love you..oh wait i already said that.