Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label family. Show all posts
My Summer Intentions
Monday, June 3, 2013
Hey! Guess what...
SCHOOL'S OUT FOR SUMMER!!!
This means it's time to set a few goals for the summer months. But first, let''s see how I did with my May Intentions.
Once again I failed to exercise daily, but I did exercise a lot. And I can't exactly say I remained completely calm during end-of-the-school-year chaos, but I didn't go completely crazy either. And hubs and I still need to get better about spending more quality time together.
I was successful with my goal of cleaning and reorganizing my apartment while my husband was out of town. When he returned and saw all my hard work he said our bedroom and our home office were nearly "unrecognizable." Ha!
And I have made morning devotions a daily habit, so that's another accomplishment for the month of May.
My aspirations for summer are lofty ones, but I am confident I can accomplish them all.
1. Launch See Jane Write Magazine. My new online magazine is set to launch July 1, with a launch party scheduled for July 18. I'm still seeking sponsors for our debut issue and launch party, so be sure to contact me if you're interested.
2. Love God, love people. I plan to continue my daily morning devotions and I hope to have deeper worship experiences at church. Additionally, I really want to make time to serve other people and to show my family and friends how much they mean to me.
3. Be my husband's girlfriend. I've mentioned hubs and I need to spend more quality time together, but this summer I really want to take our relationship to a higher evel. I want him to fall in love with me all over again. I want us to be as giddy for each other as we were when we were dating. I want my husband to be my boyfriend.
4. Lose 20 pounds, maybe. I went to the doctor last week and nearly fainted when I saw the numbers staring back at me. But I'm actually not talking about my weight. The number that caused me heart palpitations was my body fat percentage. So this summer I'm going to change my diet and step up my workout plan in hopes of losing weight, but my true focus is reducing my body fat percentage. For the month of June I'll be doing Jillian Michaels' 30 Day Shred daily, spinning once or twice a week, and running three days a week.
And I leave you with this:
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Monday, May 20, 2013
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| I didn't own a cast iron skillet until a friend bought me this one for my 32nd birthday. Does this make me a poor excuse for a Southern woman? |
Though my mother-in-law was joking, this wasn't the first time I was accused of not being a true Southern woman and it certainly was not the last. I'm a liberal feminist who doesn't want children and who hates to cook. By the stereotypical notion of what it means to be a Southern lady, the only thing Southern about me is my drawl. And some folks even claim not to notice that, which is crazy because I can add extra syllables to words with the best of them.
Though I did feel quite at home when I lived on the West Coast and in the Mid West, I am glad to be back in Alabama, back in the Deep South -- my true home. And I love being from the South. I am proud of my roots. I am proud to be a Southern woman, and, yes, I am a real Southern lady, at least by my own definition.
I am the woman who understands the value of family, food, fashion, and faith. And this is what makes me a true Southern woman.
I may not want children, but I still value family. I believe in honoring my parents and my husband with all that I do. My brother is one of my very best friends. And, as I've mentioned before, I get really annoyed when people say to my husband and me, "Don't you two want to start a family?" We have traditions, great memories, and unconditional love for each other. We are a family.
And I keep my family fed, even though I don't like to cook. And if you come to my house, I'll feed you too because I believe in Southern hospitality. And I believe that people bond best over food, which is why if you want to hang out with me I'm going to always suggest we go out for brunch, lunch, dinner, or any other meal I can think of.
And when we do go out, my outfit will be cute. In the South dressing inappropriately for an occasion is considered just downright rude. Thus, down here fashion isn't about vanity, it's about good manners. So if you've invited me to an event in July, you better believe I've already started thinking about what I'm going to wear.
Though I am liberal on several social issues, I am a woman of faith. I'm a church-going gal and proud of it. My relationship with God directs my decisions and colors my worldview. Albert Einstein once said "There are two ways to live: you can live as if nothing is a miracle; you can live as if everything is a miracle." I believe everything is a miracle and I believe that because of my faith in my God.
And in case you're thinking I should have added football to my list, I have that covered too: Roll Tide!
| Proud Southern Lady! |
This post was also published on my new blog on The Southern Coterie, "the social network of the SOUTH." This online community is for Southerners and all those who love the South.
Monday, December 3, 2012
Last week I mentioned I deleted my goals for 2013 so I could replace them with the things I believe God wants me to accomplish.
Last week I also mentioned I hate Christmas.
Well, over the past two weeks I've felt urged by sermons and bible studies to do something about my disdain for the holiday season. And so the first goal that I'm adding to my 2013 list is this:
Learn to love Christmas.
Since I'm sure learning to love Christmas will prove to be a difficult task for me, I'm going to start working on this goal now.
One of my common quips to defend my bah humbug ways is that Jesus wasn't actually born on Dec. 25. And even if he was why do we give other people gifts on Jesus' birthday?
My pastor once said that during the Christmas season we should focus on giving Jesus the gift he wants most -- us. So during Advent I'm going to spend more time in prayer and bible study in an effort to truly commit every area of my life to God.
Still, I'm not sure that's going to keep Christmas music from making my stomach turn.
So I'm also trying to change my Grinch-like ways for the sake of another man in my life -- the hubster.
My husband loves Christmas. He loves filling our apartment with gaudy garland and the like and believes that when it comes to holiday decorations the tackier the better. He even uses words like "magical" when talking about Christmas. (Shudder.)
But since he is my beau for life, what's important to him should be important to me.
I have this dream of one day being this woman who bakes Christmas cookies while humming carols, who gets really excited about decorating the tree and who can't wait to sign and address Christmas cards. I know these all sound like normal things to the Christmas-loving kind, but for me, these activities take a Herculean effort. I'd rather run 13.1 miles in below freezing temperatures. Seriously.
But the message from God that's been clearest lately is "Javacia, it's not about you."
So here goes nothing...
Last week I also mentioned I hate Christmas.
Well, over the past two weeks I've felt urged by sermons and bible studies to do something about my disdain for the holiday season. And so the first goal that I'm adding to my 2013 list is this:
Learn to love Christmas.
Since I'm sure learning to love Christmas will prove to be a difficult task for me, I'm going to start working on this goal now.
One of my common quips to defend my bah humbug ways is that Jesus wasn't actually born on Dec. 25. And even if he was why do we give other people gifts on Jesus' birthday?
My pastor once said that during the Christmas season we should focus on giving Jesus the gift he wants most -- us. So during Advent I'm going to spend more time in prayer and bible study in an effort to truly commit every area of my life to God.
Still, I'm not sure that's going to keep Christmas music from making my stomach turn.
So I'm also trying to change my Grinch-like ways for the sake of another man in my life -- the hubster.
My husband loves Christmas. He loves filling our apartment with gaudy garland and the like and believes that when it comes to holiday decorations the tackier the better. He even uses words like "magical" when talking about Christmas. (Shudder.)
But since he is my beau for life, what's important to him should be important to me.
I have this dream of one day being this woman who bakes Christmas cookies while humming carols, who gets really excited about decorating the tree and who can't wait to sign and address Christmas cards. I know these all sound like normal things to the Christmas-loving kind, but for me, these activities take a Herculean effort. I'd rather run 13.1 miles in below freezing temperatures. Seriously.
But the message from God that's been clearest lately is "Javacia, it's not about you."
So here goes nothing...
Sunday, November 25, 2012
Last night I almost had a heated debate with my younger brother
over the issue of women who don't take their husbands last names. He said that
if his girlfriend didn't take his last name after marriage it would be no point
in getting married in the first place.
I had to
interject. I asked him if he'd be willing to take her last name. Of course, my
brother said "no" and looked at me as if I were insane, as many men would. I went
on to say that it's unfair for him to ask his girlfriend to do something that he wouldn't
be willing to do and that not having his name wouldn't make her any less of his
wife. My brother wasn't hearing any of this and I knew it. So I quickly ended
the conversation because I didn't want it to turn into an argument. But I wish
I'd kept the talk going so that we could have understood where each other were
coming from.
I took my
husband's last name but it's a decision I often regret. Please don't think that
statement is a reflection of my feelings for my husband. He is the love of my
life and an amazing man. He's an amazing man who says things like "I would
be honored if you took my last name, but I completely understand if you decide
not to." That statement was one of the reasons I did decide, after nearly a
year of marriage, to change my last name.
But I also decided
to take his name because having different last names was such a hassle. Things
like banking and signing leases were difficult and I grew tired of all the
questions and rude remarks from others that I endured during the several months
before I did change my name.
I've always been
disappointed in myself for caving under the pressure to conform.
I completely
understand why the notion of women keeping their maiden names seems so strange
and perhaps even wrong to my brother. Here in the South it’s not as common. Nor do you see couples
adopting a completely new name or both partners hyphenating their last names –
which are practices I observed when living on the West Coast.
My brother expects his wife to take his name – "to represent him" as he said during our talk – because that’s the way things have always been
done. It’s tradition. Furthermore, many men – my husband included – even see it
as a way for a woman to give honor to her man.
But doing things primarily for the sake of tradition can be
dangerous. The people who didn’t want women to vote were trying to maintain the
status quo. People who didn’t want children of different races to be educated
in the same classroom were trying to uphold tradition.
Now I’m in no way saying this name issue is as serious as
women’s suffrage or racial segregation. The act of keeping one’s maiden name is
mostly a statement, but an important one; it is a statement against the sexism
that is still alive and well in our country.
Some people say it’s silly for a woman to try to fight patriarchy
by keeping her maiden name because most likely her last name is from her
father. Those people are missing the point. Regardless of the origin of your
name it’s still your name! It’s the name you’ve been called all your life. It’s
the name printed on symbols of accomplishment such as your high school diploma
and your college degrees. And for me it was also the byline on a decade’s worth
of newspaper and magazine articles I had written.
After being married for nearly 7 years I have adjusted to my
new name. As a freelance journalist I’m building a body of work under the name
Javacia Harris Bowser. And since I teach high school full time and thus hear “Ms.
Bowser! Ms. Bowser!” about 100 times a day, my husband’s last name finally
feels like my own.
The writer/English teacher in me has also decided to attach
symbolism to this new name of mind. I see it as the mark of a new era of my
life, just as characters in the Bible often had their names changed after a
spiritual transformation.
Still, if I could do it all over again I probably would not change my
name. But this would not make me any less committed to or respectful
of my husband.
I recognize that some men feel emasculated when their wives
don’t take their name. And some men may think it makes them appear weak. This
is, to me, another example of how sexism hurts men too. A man’s worth should
not be measured by how much power he can wield over his wife; it should be
about how much he loves her.
Understand that this is not a call for all women to stop taking their
husbands’ last names. My point is that it should always be a woman’s choice.
She shouldn’t feel pressured by her new husband, her in-laws or anyone else.
Some women love the notion of taking their husband’s name and see it as a
sacred, symbolic gesture. And that’s great. But some women feel as if they’re
losing their identity by changing their names and the wishes of those women
should not be attacked or pushed aside simply for the sake of tradition.
Friday, November 23, 2012
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| Image by robinsonsmay via Flickr/Creative Commons |
Yesterday after stuffing myself with turkey, dressing, macaroni & cheese, greens, and yams, I somehow resisted slipping into a food coma and started chatting with my dad about my future. During our talk I announced that I had plans to start my own business, sort of. I saw his face light up. My father, who's always been my biggest cheerleader, was eager to know more. So I started to tell him a bit about See Jane Write and how I had plans to transform my little networking group into a non-profit organization. "OK, tell me what it will do," my pops asked.
I had an answer, a very looong and detailed answer. As I was explaining what See Jane Write has done in the past and what I hope the group will do in the future I felt I was rambling. My father listened intently, hanging on my every word, and showed how confident he was in my future success, but that's because he's my daddy. If I were pitching my idea to a potential sponsor or to a woman I hoped would be part of See Jane Write I would have been tuned out after my first few sentences, I thought.
Immediately after this conversation I decided I needed to draft an elevator speech for See Jane Write. Chances are you need to draft one for one of your project as well, whether it's a business you hope to start, a blog you recently launched, or a book you'd like to publish.
An elevator pitch, as I'm sure you know, is a brief speech that you can use to spark interest in your organization, project, or idea. Obviously, it should last no longer than a short elevator ride of about 30 seconds -- hence the name.
An elevator pitch should answer three important questions -- WHO, WHAT, and WHY -- and should state a goal. Who are you? What do you do and what problem do you seek to solve? Why is your organization/project/idea unique? Explain your short term goals.
Here's what I've come up with:
See Jane Write is an organization for women writers of Birmingham.
It offers free programs, such as workshops and panel discussions, to help fiction and non-fiction writers sharpen their skills and to help women writers learn how to promote themselves and their work.
This group also strives to build community among women writers through social media and networking events.
My hope is to register See Jane Write as a non-profit organization within the next year so that we can be eligible for grants that will allow the group to do even more for local women writers and launch a program for teenage girls interested in writing careers.
Clocking in at 39.1 seconds, it's a bit long, but I think it will do the job for now. Feel free to leave tips for improvement in the comments.
What's your elevator pitch?
Cross posted at the See Jane Write blog.
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Happy Turkey Day!
I figured since today is Thanksgiving it made sense to, well, give thanks. Sure, it's not very original to post a gratitude list on Thanksgiving, but being grateful is never cliche.
Today I am thankful for...
my fun and loving parents
my daddy's good cooking
the fact that my dad doesn't think that cooking is "a woman's job"
my talented, hilarious, and loving little brother (I say "little brother" but he's 24 years old)
my wonderful husband who has the patience of Job (because you have to in order to be married to me)
my cousin Tasha, a.k.a. my person
the women of See Jane Write
the amazing women I've met through Church of the Highlands
the She Reads Truth blog which has me excited about morning devotions again
the blog The Very Worst Missionary which reminds me being a Christian doesn't mean I can't be myself
the fact that the Iron Bowl is only two days away (Roll Tide!)
What are you thankful for today?
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
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It's Thanksgiving eve which means pretty soon the Christmas season
will be officially here. Actually, I feel like it already is. Some of my
neighbors already have lights strewn about their patios
and obnoxious holiday songs are already being played over loud
speakers at the supermarket.
If you know me
well you know I hate Christmas. My head is pounding and my stomach is in knots
for much of the month of December. During the holiday season I am completely
stressed out and it's usually over money.
Every year I
threaten to "boycott Christmas." Don't get me wrong, I enjoy buying
gifts for my family and friends. I love the smiles the presents bring to their
faces. I especially enjoy giving gifts to my sweet husband. But to be honest we get carried away. You see since we don't have kids he showers me with gifts at
Christmastime. I'm spoiled rotten by him. And I feel he deserves to be spoiled
too. The result: we way too much money on each other every winter. My credit
debt balloons as does my number of migraines and stomach aches.
I also spend too
much money on myself, something I just recently realized. I am in no way a
shopaholic, in fact, I rather abhor the mall. But something comes over me on
Black Friday and I become one of those desperate people standing in a long line
in the rain outside of Target, one of those crazy chicks peering through the
doors of Victoria's Secret before the store opens trying to get a glimpse of
this year's free tote bag given to customers who spend at least $65. I shop and
shop because I feel like it's just plain silly to miss out on these great deals
when I call myself a frugal fashionista.
Then I'm sick with
shopper's remorse and just general disgust at myself for the next month.
I also have
trouble receiving gifts. If you give me three presents and I only have one to
offer you I will go to the bathroom and cry. (Yes, I know I probably need therapy for that.) And after I've dried my eyes I will
resolve that next year I will have FOUR gifts for you! And inevitably this will
only increase my credit card debt and my need for medication.
This year as I've
been reflecting on the many reasons to loathe this season, I've also been
reflecting on, well, stuff. For years I've been letting stuff ruin the holidays
and even my self-esteem. I've yearned for a nicer car, a bigger TV, and a fancier
apartment not because I truly wanted those things but because I thought others judged me because I didn't have them. And most likely they didn't even notice or
care or if they were judging me then they shouldn't be in my car or my home in
the first place because they're a jerk face.
I believe God has
me doing all this soul searching about stuff for a reason and I don't think
it's because the Creator is worried about me having happy holidays. (Let's
remember that Jesus didn't even ask us to celebrate his birthday.) I believe
God wants me to learn to be a good steward with my money so I will have more
freedom. Think about how so many of us are weighed down by our stuff. And I think God wants me to
use my resources on things that really matter.
Furthermore, I believe God wants me to learn
to measure my worth by who I am in Him, not by what I have in my bank account.
It’s time to make some changes. I have no idea what those changes
should be. I’m married so I can’t just sell everything I own and start from
scratch. I don’t think hubster would be too happy about that. But something
must be done.
In the meantime, remember not to buy me any gifts unless we’ve
decided on a price cap or I'll be having a nervous breakdown in your bathroom.
Sunday, November 18, 2012
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| She's my person. |
What's behind that statement is the truth that family members are "friends" you're stuck with -- forever!
I've been thinking a lot about family today and not simply because I'm looking forward to Thanksgiving. Last night I attended the latest Arc Light Stories event, which features unscripted storytelling before a live audience. Saturday night's stories were all about family and aptly dubbed "Thicker Than Water." (Check out hubster's article on last night's event.)
Last night I was thinking about that idea of friends being family you choose and realized how blessed I am to have (some) family members that I'd spend time with even if biology and tradition didn't dictate that I do so. A perfect example is my cousin Tasha. She is one of the funniest, smartest, and nicest people I know. She's beautiful and creative and a woman of strong faith.
Tasha recently had a birthday and in a sappy Facebook post I told her that the title "cousin" just doesn't quite seem sufficient. Even cute phrases like "my sister from another mister" don't cut it.
I need a phrase that expresses that she's family I would choose. If I got a do-over and had the chance to hand pick all my relatives she'd still be on my family tree because she's not just my cousin but my best friend.
I think the writers of Grey's Anatomy gave me the phrase I was looking for. As Cristina Yang and Meredith Grey say about each other, "She's my person."
She's my person because we understand and appreciate each other's quirks. Our lists of things we love and things we loathe are nearly identical. And since we our college days she's always been my biggest cheerleader. I could call this girl right now and say I've decided I want to be an astronaut and she wouldn't discourage me or call me crazy. She'd just say, "OK, let's figure out how we're going to do this."
I hope she knows I'd travel to the moon for her too.









