Thud

Hello, blog! I’m back. It’s been a while, but I’m here to stay, at least for a few months. The different seasons of my life affect the writing in this space, and the past semester was a dry season (for the blog) for a variety of reasons – I was busy with school, other responsibilities needed my writing attention, and blogging just slipped off the radar. The semester gave me plenty of fuel for my writing, though, things that I learned in class and experienced in life keep running through my head, begging for more processing time. I’ve been thinking a lot about heaven, a lot about grace and humility, and a lot about redemption recently. All are good things to think about, areas that I hope to grow in. I’m looking forward to conversations with friends, nuggets of wisdom from books, and good old fashioned time to let my mind think and make connections with these topics. For some reason, and I’m not sure why yet, it feels really important to be here. It feels healthy and good and right. So, here I am, listening and writing and growing.

A few scattered bits from the past week:

Procrastinating by…going to school? Alas, it’s the truth. I didn’t know it was possible to procrastinate by going to school, but I became real good at it this week, let me tell you. I put a special gusto into my summer school class this week because I want to get it done asap, but also because BYU told me that ‘rarely do individuals finish this course in 3 months or less’ – please BYU, you don’t know who you’re talking to. So, I’ve spent the past week identifying igneous rock samples and making volcanoes in test tubes and answering the phone with ‘Emily Hagen, geologist speaking.’ I’m determined to make this as quick and painless as possible, but it’s not amazingly interesting, so I’m overdosing on positivity to get the work done. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do, and for anyone who knows me, it comes as no surprise that I’m channeling sunshine and rainbows and positivity to get this done. My great school achievements have had one small side effect, though: I’m living in a war zone. I packed my dorm room into my car and, for the past week now, now my entire dorm room has sat on my floor. Alas. I’ve created paths so I walk in and out and open my dresser, but the rest of the floor is covered. Yikes. Hopefully my summer school gusto will turn into unpacking gusto, and soon.

Olfactory System: My appetite’s gone missing the past few weeks, but my sense of smell has more than stepped up to the plate. My nose has been highly sensitive, and home has brought several acute smells to the surface. I stepped into my house last Friday, took a big whiff, and I smelled it: home. I can’t describe it to you, I can’t even smell it anymore now, really. But that first millisecond that I stepped across the threshold, I smelled it: it smelled familiar, it smelled safe, and it smelled just like home. It’s good to be here. The same thing happened when I stepped into the youth building at church. I hadn’t been in that part of the church in a long time, probably in over a year or more, and the second I stepped in I was overwhelmed. So many memories came rushing back to me, all of them playing through my head in that one split second – l did a lot of growing up in that building, a lot of learning, I spent countless hours back in that tech booth with the guys. I grew from a painfully shy middle schooler to a comfortable, determined, hardworking young person. Westmont has been the home of my growth the past 3 years, but I’m forever grateful to RHCC, to that building, and to all the growing up I did there. I wouldn’t be the woman I am today without that place, without those people, without all those memories. It’s funny how one smell can take you back so many years.

I’ll admit something to you: I had a frazzled morning this morning. I don’t normally have frazzled mornings, so maybe that’s why this morning caught me even more off guard. I had to get to work early, and that meant getting my blood drawn even earlier. I got lost, having a specific picture of the location in my head but a sinking feeling in my stomach that I was wrong as I passed identically unfamiliar medical buildings. I got there eventually and sat there at Quest Diagnostics a ball of nerves, for no reason feeling frazzled and drained. 7:22 am and I was ready for the day to be over. I was reading Jesus Calling when I realized that my shoulders were tight, my mind was racing, and I felt entirely un-like Emily Hagen. I felt the tears build up, threatening to overflow. ‘How did this happen? Did getting lost for a few minutes really bring me to this frazzled place?’ I blinked like a wild woman, looking at a painting across the room like it was as interesting as Michelangelo’s David, determined to not make eye contact with anyone, determined to not lose it in front of the entire waiting room. My foot tapped and my nerves steadily rose, this little errand was going to make me late for work. For a punctual person like me, being late sometimes feels like the end of the world.

I was determined, though. Determined to turn this situation around. I kept reading Jesus Calling over and over, “Embrace all the circumstances that I allow in your life, trusting Me to bring good out of them…when you start to feel stressed, let those feelings alert you to your need for Me.” I wasn’t going to let a little thing like this control my attitude for the day. Because, really, who do I help by being twitchy and anxious and stressed? Not me, that’s for sure, and not anyone else, either. 

I knew I was at a crossroad and I chose the steep, rocky path. Literally, I closed my eyes and thought to myself, ‘stop. We’re going to start over. We’re going to lose the frazzled demeanor right now.’ I chose the harder path of joy, when it would have been easier to stay frazzled and twitchy and anxious. Because this is what I preach: I preach joy, I preach peace, I preach being thankful in all things. This morning, and countless other mornings, have shown me that I can live out what I preach, but I don’t decide to be joyful once and that’s that. I have to wake up every morning and choose to be thankful and flexible and full of deep, deep joy. And the fact that it is a constant decision, I think, makes it even more beautiful, gives it a nuanced sort of depth. Seeing all that God has placed before me as a gift, and seeing it as my job to give these things all the attention and love that I can give them on this day, that’s what it’s all about. Eventually they called me back to take a few vials of blood. I asked the nurse how many times a day she draws blood and a few other questions about her job as she poked my arm and pretty soon we were laughing, exchanged ‘have a good days’ and I was off. Crisis averted. Frazzled, anxious, twitchy morning redeemed with kindness, conversation, and a smile. I ended up being about 5 minutes late to work, but no one noticed. Grace. Thud. Frazzled morning redeemed.

My agenda this evening was simple: frozen yogurt and the eighth installment of Harry Potter. We’re celebrating here, quietly, me and my dad. Why? Just because. Because it’s Friday. Because we can. Because frazzled mornings can be redeemed, and because we’re happy to be alive. I hope you’re celebrating, too.

More thoughts to come on home, grace, and a million other things. I’ve got a hefty summer reading list with titles ranging from Dietrich Bonheoffer’s The Cost of Discipleship to The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency. I’m currently tackling 4 books at a time and I’m not sure that’s the greatest method for me, but we’ll see how it goes. So, here’s to the resounding thud of grace. Here’s to frazzled mornings redeemed, and here’s to celebrating – just because.