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Thursday, May 5, 2011

My Fearful Self

I used to see myself as a fearless girl, the girl who wasn't afraid of anything that could happen to her (only afraid of what could happen to her siblings!). I thought that being good at something would take time and practice (and it does) and if I was having trouble doing it, then I just hadn't done the right amount of practise yet. But I have come to realize that sometimes it wasn’t about needing more practise, it was about being scared of the next level. I would tell myself "I'm not scared of anything that could happen to me, I just need to spend more time at this”. But that wasn't it at all. Sometimes I would hold myself back and let my fear control me.

Here is the story of how I have come to realize that:


This winter, my whole family went skiing at a resort. It was kind of like a village, but we were right on a mountain. We were there to ski, but I didn’t know how.


So the first day me, Noel (9) and Joseph (11) were in lessons all day learning how to ski. The teacher took it slowly. She taught us one thing at a time. We started on little hills, then went to bigger hills. Even though all day we were progressing to bigger hills, the boys kept saying things like "Can't wait ‘til we're on our own tomorrow" or "She's holding us back!".


Of course, all my two brothers talked about the next morning was what trail we were going to conquer first. I realized I wasn't as ambitious as they were. I wasn't sure why, so I just put it out of my head.


When we went to go on the ski lift that second day, the guy in charge of the ski lift told me I couldn't go on because my tag wasn't working; I had to go get a new one. As I turned to leave, Joseph and Noel said "Can we go up without you?" I told them that I didn't like the idea of them skiing without someone watching them and I would be back soon.


But it took a lot longer than I thought to get a new one.


Frustrated with waiting, the two boys decided it wouldn’t do any harm to go up without me. (Typical.)


I came back to the ski lift and they were gone. I started worrying.


Were they waiting for me at the top of the hill?


Were they just about to come down the hill?


What if they had decided to go on a different trail?


What if one of them had hurt himself?


Were they running around the village looking for me?


And finally: What the heck was I going to do now?


I decided that the most likely scenario was that they had either gone down without me a few times and were now waiting for me at the top, or they were on their way down.


I decided to go up on the ski lift and watch for them below on the hill. If I saw them, I would call to them and make them wait for me.


I kept telling myself "I'm not scared of this hill! I'm only anxious because something could have happened to my brothers!" Well I went up the hill on the ski lift and watched for them, but couldn’t find them anywhere. (Little did I know I was looking at the wrong trail!)


When I got to the top and got off the lift, I was more scared then ever. "Where are they? What do I do now?" I thought to myself.


I wanted to stay up there and wait for them to find me, but by this time I knew that they would be looking for me at the bottom. I had to go down. Alone. Without anyone. So very slowly I skied (or really, slid) down the hill, not thinking to make nice turns or even keep my skis nicely side by side for that matter. I just kept repeating under my breath “Got to get down, got to get down.”


I fell. I rolled down part of the hill. I got covered in snow. I lost a ski.


When I finally stopped rolling, I took off my second ski (so I could run back up the hill to where my first ski was and collect my other one). I tried to put it on but I was in the middle of a steep section and kept sliding. I trudged down the steep section to a flatter area so I could get it on. By then I had a lot of snow on my boots and my silly skis, so it took me a few tries to get the snow off of everything so that I could click in. It took a long time. I was already hot and tired.


They say that insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result. I was temporarily insane.


So in no time, there I was again, a big ball of fear rolling down the hill. This time both skis fell off. People were starting to look at me like: "Lady, if you can't ski then what are you doing here?"


I would just look back at them like: "I don't know. I must be crazy."


“I didn't know the trail was so hard! Where were those monkey-brothers of mine? Were they starting to worry about ME? I was starting to worry about ME!”


I got back my skis and tried to put them back on.


Of course, they were covered in snow, and I was in the middle of yet another steep section. I was tired. I didn't want to have to go through that mess I had to go through before to get my skis on. Worst of all, I didn't know how many more times I was going to fall. And lose my skis. And have to go get them. And have to put them back on. And have to try to ski another steep section. Just to fall again.


Now I knew I was scared. I realized that I had been scared all day. And maybe even starting the day before. I was scared of skiing down big hills. I was scared of going fast. I was scared that if I went downhill and started going fast, then I wouldn’t be able to stay in control and that I would have a bad bad fall and get really hurt. I was scared to die on that hill. Alone.


I really didn't want to be there anymore.


I started thinking about walking all the way down the hill, but knew that it would take hours to get down.


There had to be a better way.


Then I remembered everything I had been hearing about control, not only the day before in ski lessons, but everything I had been taught in figure skating as well. Was the reason I was messing up because I had no control?


I knew how to be in control; I had been figure skating for so long. And I had had some control the day before, in lessons.


I realized that I was giving all of my focus to my fear, and not really focusing on skiing well. Maybe I could overcome my fear and focus on control and form.


Deep down, I wanted to be able to ski. I wanted to go find Joseph and Noel. I decided that I would try again but, this time try smarter.


So I did put thoses skis back on. I pushed off down the hill, careful to make every twist and turn perfectly (or somewhat perfectly). I started gaining speed and having a bit of trouble, but I was on my way down and determined to reach the glorious bottom.


And that's how I finally got down.

I found my brothers who were waiting for me and told them not to leave like that again.


They told me that they had gone down the hill a few times then decided to wait for me, at the bottom. By then I was already lining up for the ski lift. Ready to try again. Ready to go fast. Downhill. Better. Ready to push past my fear, remember my lessons, and make it to the next level. (Preferably better than my brothers.)


Now I have a new way of learning. I call it "Best effort even when scared to bits".


This means that whether I’m scared or not, I’m going to try to keep my cool and try my hardest in everything.
And it works! Not only did I have a great time skiing for the rest of the trip, I just passed the next figure skating test!






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Sunday, March 6, 2011

Why I love Gerard #2

This is a shorter story. But it's cute and I'm in it.
                                                 
                                                        The pillow thief
The boys' bedroom is on the main floor (Joseph, Noel, and Gerard) , and the girls' bedroom (for Marie and I) is upstairs.
I guess it's hard for Gerard to keep his bed warm because he's so small.  Sometimes at night he likes to go find someone in a warm bed to snuggle up with. Usually, he sneaks into mom's bed, but sometimes I'm "the lucky one".

One night, long after I had gone to bed, I woke up to find my pillow was missing. Without opening my eyes, I felt around for it. I found it, grabbed it and put it back under my head. But just as I did, I heard a little angry voice shout "Hey!!!" My eyes flashed open and I saw Gerard (in my bed!) glaring at me, because I had dared to take my own pillow.
Totally flustered, I said "Gerard, WHAT are you doing in my bed?" He replied in a very quiet and very sweet, sympathy-attracting voice "it's so cozy here.... and warm..... and nice...."

I let him stay, the little monkey.  I'm such a sucker.


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P.S.
 I got a blog makeover!
Thanks to Gwenea and Milisande and Ara 

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Why I love Gerard #1

Welcome to the first "Why I love Gerard" post, where I tell stories about my lovable yet troublesome 3 year-old little brother!

This post is called:
A Time-Out in the Middle of Mass 
My 11 year-old brother Joseph had an out-of-town hockey tournament.  My Dad (who takes hockey very seriously) offered to take him, and he decided to take Gerard with him to give Mom a break for the weekend.  Gerard had a blast.   He swam in the pool at the hotel, ate pizza with the team, and won over all the moms in the stands with his considerable charms.  He even took a nap on the lap of one of the moms during a game.  When we go to Joseph's local games now, everyone stops to talk with Gerard.  He's like the mayor.
Anyhow, back to the out-of-town tournament story.  After the Sunday morning game, they jumped in the truck and headed over to the local Catholic Church, where Mass was just underway.  They sat in the very last pew because they were late.  The gifts of wine and bread were on a table right behind the last pew, waiting for the time where they would be brought to the altar.  While Dad and Joesph were listening to the homily, Gerard leaned over the back of the pew and picked up the big host - the one that the priest usually breaks during the Eucharistic Prayers.  Gerard beat him to it.
He wasn't trying to be bad.  He was just trying to be a priest.  He wanted to know what it felt like to snap the host in two, and I think he was quite satisfied with the whole experience right up until the point where the sound of the 'snap' made Joseph turn his head.  Joseph looked at Gerard, looked at the host, and then tugged on Dad's sleeve.  "Dad," he whispered "I think we have a problem." 
And that's how Gerard ended up in a time-out in the middle of Mass.
In case you were wondering, when they did bring the gifts up to the altar, the priest just used one of the smaller hosts to say the Eucharistic Prayers.  He didn't miss a beat.  Maybe Gerard wasn't the first kid in the last row to end up in a time-out in the middle of Mass.
 I love Gerard!


If you have something to say about this post or have any ideas of what I can blog about next please tell me! God Bless,
              Angele

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Me and my little bother of a brother

 
I'm working on getting along with my little brother.
We used to get along so well when we were little. We played together every day and had so much fun!
But now we're almost always fighting.
My little brother Joseph is about 11 and loves to get under my skin.  And I let him.
Here's how that happens:

First he'll disobey me or do something that upsets me - just to upset me, I swear. Sometimes it's me just being in a bad mood. Or something is bothering me and I'm grumpy because of it.  
But whatever starts it, when I get mad he acts like I'm the grumpy witch and laughs at me.
So then I try to ignore him, hoping he will just go away.  He never does.
Instead, we have this discussion:
Little Brother: “Oh, she's mad now!"
Big Sister: "Just leave me alone!"
Little Brother :"Oh she's mad! She’s such a grumpy old witch!"
Big Sister: "MOM, Joseph's bothering me"
Little Brother: "Oh yah, now it's my fault"
Big Sister: "Don't lie!  You know you were trying to upset me!"
Mom: “Joseph be nice to your sister.  Angele don't get upset so easily." 

Then I'll think:
"He started it!" "It's his fault!" " I wasn't mad until he made me mad!"
Then I feel sad.  And mad.

Why does Joseph like bothering me so much?  Where's the love?
I think it's a puberty thing.  Him, not me. (I can tell Joseph is going through puberty because he's growing alot, he's getting a mustache, and he has a lot of extra energy). Bothering me must be his way of using his extra energy.
Or maybe he bothers me for entertainment, because I get so upset;

"I don't know about girls.
But for boys, they find some pleasure in upsetting their siblings"  - Fr. Dave.

Still, my mom's right too. I get upset really easily. (In my defense: I don't get upset when it's anybody else, only Joseph.)
Anyway, I shouldn't let him bother me. I can't control what he does, but I can control my reaction.  So, no matter how much he acts like a little brat with a moustache and tries to get me upset, I will remain calm and poised.  Calm.  And poised.  At least most of the time.

I love my little brother and I don't like being mad at him. Me and him have been buddies since we were little.  Sometimes he is a great guy.  I want to like having him around and I want him to like having me around.   Heaven help us, I'll try.                        



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God Bless,
             Angele



Saturday, November 6, 2010

Homeschooling vs Public Schooling

This is comment from my grandmother on what to blog about:
 -You could talk about homeschooling versus public school. It may help a lot of mothers with this decision to homeschool or not. Love- A.Winifred, New England.
Thank you grandmother <3
So here it is....

Homeshooling vs public schooling 
 I think homeschooling is a beautiful way to learn and I'm glad I am being homeschooled. Some people would argue with me. Here are their common arguments and my answers to those arguments:

Argument:
Students should be taught by a certified teacher.

Me:
As a homeschooler, I can say that I feel just as educated as most girls my age, if not more so.  My curriculum, like in a public school, is written by specialists and experts.  For the most part, I read the books and teach myself.  If I have any trouble with the instructions from the books, my mother will go over it with me.  We also discuss what I am learning about as we go about our day, and my mom gives me writing assignments that we go over (and over, and over) until she is happy with it.  I take my Science course online with a certified teacher, which is also fun.  We do have a representative from the School Board come and check on us twice a year, and she is great for giving us suggestions on learning more effectively and letting us know about all the resources that are available to us.  I believe that I learn my lessons just as well as most public students, if not better.

Argument:
 A homeschooler can't make friends when they're always at home.

                                                  
                                                        Me: I may not make tons of friends, but I don't need tons of friends. I only need friends who are worth being friends with, and I think that I have made those kind of friends.  And just to top it off, I'm not always home.  I go figure skating.  I play on a soccer team.  My family is very social with other (homeschooling and non-homeschooling) families. I go to places where I can make valuable friends like Catholic camps and retreats.  I volunteer in my community.  I'm out of the house as much as I want to be. 
Argument:
 Homeschoolers are too sheltered and will have a hard time going out into the "real world" from lack of "life experience".

Me:
Because I am responsible for my own schedule, I have developed alot of self-discipline, which is a good experience.  I also spend my time with people of all ages, not just all my age, which I think is more like the "real world".  I have run into some bullies and peer pressure in my sports and activities, but I find it not that hard to deal with because I can choose to walk away, which I think is also more like the "real world".  I have had the time and room to grow strong in who I am.


Argument:
Homeschoolers wouldn't be able to get into a good university  because they don't have the proper papers.

Me:
Homeschoolers have been accepted into all of the best schools, because they tend to be hard workers who have a lot to offer.


IN CONCLUSION:

Homeschooling isn't for everyone, nor is it the only way, but if it's for you that's great!
Homeschooling is a valid way to school your children.

Here's a video that'll make you smile, because it's good to laugh at ourselves sometimes:
                   http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VM6uqj0_jQc

If you have something to say about this post or have any ideas of what I can blog about next please tell me!
God Bless,
                Angele

Monday, October 11, 2010

Five things

Today is Thanksgiving.
Because Thanksgiving is about being thankful, I've been thinking of all the things I'm thankful for.  Doing that made me realize I love my life.
God has given me so much, but sometimes I can be negative and get down on life.
I will think to myself:
This is all wrong!
or
Life's not fair!
or
Why me?
When I calm down and get over feeling like that, I ask myself: How could you ever think like that?
I say to myself: This is how you  should think:

God's will be done.

 Life's not always fair, but it could be worse.

I'm God's servant;  I'll deal with anything he wants me to.

In short what I'm saying to myself is: Angele be grateful already! Start looking at the good, not the bad. Godlly women are grateful.  You have lots and lots of things to be grateful for.  You, Angele, need to be enlightened .
I hate it when I give myself a guilt trip, but it's true.  I can look at the bad before the good and that's just selfish and not what a godly woman would do.

Here's how I'll be enlightened:
There is a monastery in the East that requires the monks to begin each day by thinking of five things they are grateful for. It's a good way to keep perspective.  "Gratitude will not allow itself to share a space with any other negative feeling." (Fr.Meletios)
I'm going to do like the monks:
Every day I'll say five things about what I'm thankful for (trying to think of new things each time).

Here is my list for today:

  • That my big brother came back home for Thanksgiving.
  • That I have a blog.
  • That my mom's a good cook.
  • That God will always forgive me for being selfish.
  • That I have a warm home on a cold day like today.
Here's a quote my mom tought me:

Before enlightenment:
Oh, the sorrow... chop wood, carry water.
After enlightenment:
Oh, the joy... chop wood, carry water.


I like that quote because it's a nice reminder to stay joyful, embrace life and have an attitude of gratitude for all that God has given me.



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God bless,
             Angele

Sunday, October 3, 2010

"In the world" yet "not of the world"


I've been reading about St. Kathine Drexel as some of my school work.  I wrote a small report from a question I was asked after reading about St. Katherine's life.  The question was: How did the Drexal famliy stay "in the world" yet remain "not of the world"?  Here's my answer:

There are many evils, like greed, anger, selfishness, laziness, jealousy and more that can overwhelm the good in a person, if that person allows.  St. Katherine Drexel and her family didn’t let the good in them be destroyed. By staying focused on God with lots of prayer and charity, the Drexel’s were “in the world” yet remained “not of the world”.
Francis Drexel  (the father of St. Katherine Drexel and the rest of the Drexel family) gave a strong example of prayer and its importance and his wife Emma Drexel (the mother) gave a strong example of charity and how to put it into action. With these lessons, St. Katharine Drexel went on to build schools and funded them for Native Americans and people of color.
Francis Drexel took prayer very seriously and kept his family focused in prayer.  He made sure that every evening was set aside for prayer, no matter how busy they were.  After work, Francis Drexel would go into solitude to pray for an hour each day.  His family knew not to bother him.
Francis Drexel’s wife Emma Drexel was just as determined to keep the family “in the world” yet remaining “not of the world”.  Emma Drexel believed in putting her faith into action. She also believed that the wealthy should help the poor, and the Drexel family was very wealthy. She ran an agency of her own three days a week; she found jobs for people, befriended the sick and supported the destitute.
With all this, it’s no surprise that Katherine Drexel became St. Katharine Drexel.  St. Katherine Drexel learned from the main virtues of her parents: prayer and charity.  With charity they conquered greed, selfishness and even laziness, and there is no evil that prayer cannot conquer. Emma Drexel died in Febuary of 1883.  Shortly after, Francis Drexel also died, in the year 1885. Although the Drexel parents died early and left their children early, their lessons and example did not.  Because of this, all of the Drexel children remaind “in the world’ yet “not of the world” until the end of their days.

And as for me, I've decided to try this myself.
 I already say my prayers, but I would like to begin praying more often for specific intentions.  I believe that I can really help by praying for:

  • my famliy.

  • my friends.

  • the end of abortion, that it comes SOON.

  • fallen-away Catholics, that they come back to the Church.

  • those who have no one to pray for them.

  • My "Mr. Right" (whoever he may be).
That's prayer, and as for charity, I'm also working on finding places to volunteer.  (I think the nursing home in our neighbourhood needs help getting the residents to Mass.)  I'll let you know.
Hope you liked this post!
If you have anything to say or know something else I can blog about or maybe have ideas for my "things to pray for" list or what I should volunteer for, tell me!  Address it to: Angele.
God Bless,
               Angele
 PS: If you wont to learn more about St. Kathine Drexel, here's a link : http://www.vatican.va/news_services/liturgy/saints/ns_lit_doc_20001001_katharine-drexel_en.html.