Monday, April 13, 2015

The Safety of Cynicism

I am an optimist. I just thought I’d get that little disclaimer out of the way from the get go. So obviously, the following will be from my happy go lucky, idealist, glass-half-full perspective on life. Ok, perhaps I’m not that stereotypically optimistic but my perpetual desire to look at the good, the positive, and most importantly, the hopeful that exists is inescapable. I really don’t have a choice, actually. I’m an INFJ. 
But enough about me and all those who identify with this line of thinking. This is supposed to be about those other folks, the cynics, the ones who perpetually look for, expect, and smugly verify their “right-ness” when things go wrong. Many cynics reading this will probably pipe up that they are that less intense version called a “realist” (Sure, ok). 
But, surely no one would choose to walk around waiting for things to go wrong, right? Surely the best position to be in is that of the blissful optimist, right? 
Here’s the reality: Things go wrong. I know that was pretty revolutionary. Once you recover, just keep reading. 
Things go wrong, people do bad things, life is not fair. These aren’t ascriptions to a particular outlook, these are just facts. The question is, what are we going to do about it? Well, this is where my critique of cynicism comes in. The cynic looks at those facts and is perhaps overwhelmed, or has had so many unfortunate experiences, or a number of other reasons, but their response is to then subconsciously seek out the things that do go wrong. Wait. Let’s review that last statement. Cynics are actually looking for things to go wrong? Yup, because as soon as they do, the unfairness, the bad, and the sad that happens just confirms what they knew would happen all along then they get to sit back, high-five each other, and shake their heads pitifully at those of us who insist on naively (in their opinion) waiting for good things to happen (or perhaps more correctly, to be done). So, why the title? Why is this safe? Because, the cynics are sitting on the sure side, the inevitable side, the “no question about it” side. It’s like going to a tropical rainforest in the wet season and saying “I bet it’s going to rain today!” Wait for it….drip, drop, sprinkle, downpour. “Ha, I knew it!” shouts the cynic. 
The cynic knows something will go wrong because something WILL go wrong. There’s no challenge to predicting whether or not someone will eventually say something hurtful, whether a politician will eventually do something dishonest, whether a natural disaster will cause vast destruction, whether a family member or friend will pass away. 
As an optimist, I look at all of this and recognize its inevitability but then rather than sitting back on the sidelines and waiting for it to happen, I strive to look beyond the bad, the painful, the depressing, to all the unexpected beauty, love, and light that emerges either as a result of or independent of those other, less pleasant, things. The optimist stands in the middle of the rainforest and marvels at the the streams of sun that pierce through the shadows and illuminate the life emerging in the midst of the storm. 
Often the response to such a perspective ranges from concern to pity, because surely such optimism is a sign of slight delusion. 
I could go on and on but at the end of the day cynicism and optimism are both coping mechanisms for the realities of life. The cynic copes with disappointment by expecting it so that it doesn’t come out of nowhere and knock them down. The optimist acknowledges the disappointment but resolutely searches for, embraces, and promotes all that is good. The difference is that cynicism is paralyzing. If bad things are inevitable then what is the point of doing good if a bowling ball is just going to come along and knock everything down. Optimism has an element of liberation. It is a call to arms that says “yup, something bad happened again but that means I have the opportunity to become a harbinger a hope, a practitioner of peace, a giver of grace. 

And secretly (though they might not admit it), the cynics want to be surprised as well. They want to believe that life is full of more beauty than brokenness, more promise than pain, and above all, more hope for everyone. The challenge for all of us is to move beyond the position of expectation to action. 

Saturday, August 30, 2014

An Angel Named Amal

Every now and then you read an incredible story about an incident in which someone witnesses or experiences something that can only be called truly miraculous and whether or not you believe in the supernatural, these stories tend to resonate inside each of us as our beliefs are confirmed or our hopes revived, or our interest piqued. However, everyday interactions that will never make the cover of the cover of the New York Times or get 100 million views on YouTube are just as special and unique because of the ways that they impact a single individual’s life for the better. I had just such an interaction today. Two weeks ago I made a life change in moving to the city of Boston to begin my graduate studies at Boston University. Over the past 14 days I have experienced a variety of emotions as I strive to adjust to my new environment which is fascinating and terrifying in every way. On a short excursion out, I visited a store and, as most Bostonians do, I was walking back to my new home with my large bags somewhat awkwardly clutched in my hands and under my arm. Momentarily frustrated with my slow progress, I stopped on the sidewalk to readjust my grip on a bag and I was approached my a man who asked where I was going. I replied that I was returning to Boston University and his following statement was “I can walk one block with you.” With that, he proffered a hand to relieve my of the ungainly bag and we began walking in the same direction. At that moment a serious of thoughts crossed my mind including “This man is about to steal my brand new pillows and I’ll never see them again” and “My mother would be so vexed right now. How could I be accepting ‘help’ from a total stranger” but gradually the gentleman’s easy conversation and pleasant demeanor set me at ease. We continued strolling for a time and conversed casually about what I was doing in Boston and, after learning I was from Arkansas, he jokingly asked where I planned to find grits. I assured him not everyone from the south ate grits and that we southerners had our own stereotypes about northern folk as well. After a short time, we reached his destination and he handed my bag back to me. “This is my daughter’s shop” he said. “Thank you” I said. He left. I went on my way. Perhaps you have read this and thought that this occasion was remarkably uninspiring but let me attempt to convince you otherwise. What is life other than a journey. A journey often filled with difficulties and challenges and at times we find ourselves weighed down with more baggage than we can handle. At those times, what greater joy is there than when a fellow traveler comes along and offers a helping hand to ease our burden and help us bear our load. What greater show of love and kindness is there than to look beyond the woes or the joys of our own life journey and reach out to those who are struggling and lend our strength and knowledge to aid them along the way. And when our paths split and it is time to go our separate ways, what greater affirmation of the good that exists in the world than reciprocation the kindness we have received to others. As Amal and I parted ways and I reclaimed transportation of my bags, the weight on my arms was the same but the lightness I felt in my spirit carried me all the way to the end of my road. 

Saturday, November 16, 2013

Merry Christm--- O wait, it's not even Thanksgiving yet...

       Hopefully the title of this blog post has you considering something that I have noticed more and more of over the past few years: the decreasing focus on the Thanksgiving holiday in attempts to fast track towards Christmas. I currently live on a college campus where Christmas Lights are being displayed, the library is covered in snowflakes and Christmas Trees, and everyone's Pandora seems to be streaming some Michael Buble version of a favorite Christmas tune. (Don't get me wrong, I'm all about some Michael Buble) But, that's not the point. The point is, what about Thanksgiving??? It's November 16th and the most conversation I can get about Thanksgiving is whether someone is serving Turkey, Ham, or both. Thanksgiving, which I am considering renaming the Forgotten Holiday, or something else dramatic, is being a shoved aside more and more each year and this trend made me take a moment and consider why this is occurring. I have two ideas on why this is taking place. Firstly, I believe that commercialism has a big role to play. Thanksgiving is not an easy holiday to commercialize. There aren't parades (besides Macy's), costume parties, trees to decorate, or door to door caroling to do as there is with the Christmas season. Besides Thanksgiving dinner itself, and perhaps some fall decor, Thanksgiving just isn't as big of a moneymaker as Christmas. How many billboards, TV ads, and radio commercials do you notice promoting Thanksgiving? How many schools, churches, and civic organizations put on productions celebrating Thanksgiving? The best thing to ever happen to Thanksgiving, from the consumerism perspective, was Black Friday:  a day which, like everything else after October 31st, is geared towards Christmas. I believe all of this ties in to my second and more fundamental idea of why our celebration of Thanksgiving is so often stinted; that is, Thanksgiving is a holiday designed to remove ourselves from the heyday of consumerism and to have true, heartfelt, gratitude for everything we already have. Can you imagine a radio blurb telling you not to buy a new tempur pedic mattress but rather be grateful that you aren't one of the millions of people sleeping on the ground? Can you imagine a grocery store's ad campaign encouraging people to make do with what is already in their cabinets and give thanks that they aren't amongst the millions of people who didn't eat today? Don't get me wrong, I enjoy receiving and giving gifts but I feel as though the consumerism is impersonating as Christmas spirit and we are buying in (literally) to the idea that adding to what we have is the key to making ourselves, our friends, and our families happier than we are. However, if we take a moment or two, or maybe even a whole day to truly reflect on the abundance that already overwhelms us on a daily basis, I believe we would value Thanksgiving so much more and take this holiday as an opportunity to remember what the important things really are. 

                 As someone played their Christmas today, I commented that it was little early. They replied that there wasn't any thanksgiving music. So, here's what I propose: make your own Thanksgiving music. From this moment forward, as we celebrate the season of thanks may every word you speak be a song of gratitude, may every action produce a melody of appreciation and as you join hands and hearts with others to reflect on your blessings may your combined joy be a harmonious anthem of thanks. 



Blessings,

Bethany

Monday, May 7, 2012

Make Your Mark



Last week was finals week at the University of Central Arkansas and we all know that the stress can definitely get to you. What better way to let off some steam then to write, draw, color all over the library that you've spent the past (4) months in, well at least the library floor. While the library is undergoing renovations, the floor has been stripped down to a wide expanse of dusty gray concrete simply begging to be infused with life and color! So, all week students (and I'm pretty sure some faculty have secretly been getting in on this too), with the assistance of a variety of colored Sharpies have taken on the task of making their end of semester impressions before the floor is recovered.

Everything from signatures, to cartoons, to (of course) Greek letters began to turn the formerly blank ground into a virtual comic book of color!

Perhaps the idea is that ten years from now, when we've all moved on (hopefully) from this phase of our lives, and the carpet is ripped up again, the next generation of students will be impacted by what we saw, felt, experienced, and desired to share with as many as we possibly could.

Then again, perhaps it's just a way to keep the students from writing on the walls.

Whatever the reason, it has been the source of some musings on my part. Here I stand (well, sit technically) at at the end of my first year at a University and the thoughts begin to stir in my mind. Thousands of students every year pass through this University and when they leave where do they go? When I leave, where will I go? What will I do? And what will be purpose, my point, my role in the enormity of this world be?

While I don't have answers with the specificty required for math majors, the length and detail employed by  psychology majors, or the background and evidence required for political science majors, it took a chalky blank floor coming to life with messages, pictures, and simple signatures to remind me, in the most abstract way, that I am here quite simply to MAKE MY MARK.

 That may consist of a drawing a line between two people that desperately needed to connect. It may consist of sculpting a new opportunity out of a disappointing or failed on. Then again, it may consist of infusing a splash of color into a faded and graying situation.

Each one of us, every day, is making an impression, a mark, on someone, on something, on our world. So, the challenge is to make your mark something beautiful, something lovely, something honorable, just, and kind. Let your mark be that you loved freely, that you gave without reserve, that you listened, truly listened, that you sacrificed for the greater good.

So come one, pick up a pen, a marker, a paintbrush (figuratively) and let's get to work. 


Blessings,

Bethany

Running the Race - March 10, 2012

         If there is one thing I understand as a full time student, Miss America titleholder,daughter, and sibiling, it is running! We all do it, everyday. Sometimes we run so fast, our lives literally begin to fly by. So, it's good every now and then to stop and purposefully take the time to invest in something meaningful.
I had the opportunity to do that this past weekend volunteering with The Forum Theatre in Jonesoro, AR on their annual Family 5K run fundraiser.
The Forum is a non-profit arts organization that produces plays, puts on workshops, and encourages arts involvment for the community. I've had the privilege to seem a couple of plays there, and they work hard to make their performances excellent!
The 5k seemed to be a great success. There were approxiametly 341 "runners" (some walked) who participated all the way from stroller bound young ones to slightly more mature individuals.



Before the race, I worked with two young ladies from ASU, members of Alpha Gamma Delta, on sorting arrivals and giving them their packs and t-shirts.


The first runner to cross the finish line

 Melody LaPiro (Director of the event) and Me

 Another volunteer and me


Heather and Me

Monday, February 27, 2012

Miss Essence 2012




As I continue my journey in the world of pageantry, I am able to add judge to my current role of contestant. This past weekend, I had the privilege of being a judge for the 37th anniversary Miss Essence 2012 scholarship pageant.


(Myself and Caitlyn Cook, Miss Conway, after the pageant)

Miss Essence is a scholarship pageant here at UCA produced by the SPBC (Students for the Propagation of Black Culture) and coordinated by the fabulous, Angela Jackson, who works here at UCA in the Student Minority Services department. Working with Mrs. Jackson up to the event and all through the pageant, I was so impressed with how organized, professional, and first-class the entire production was (plus they provided food for the judges)!

The pageant, which is modeled off of a Miss America preliminary with all the same categories of competition was so well put together, featuring six wonderful contestants, fantastic entertainment, and of course awesome judges. (Including yours truly)

As a judge, I requested the contestants paperwork and got to review them; reading each girls platform and resumes and formulating questions from them. I realized just how important your pageant paperwork is as I began to determine things about each contestant without ever having even met them.


Being on "the other side of the table" gave me a lot of insight about ways to improve as a contestant and things to be conscious of, especially during the interview segment (which was my favorite part).An added bonus was getting to see my UCA pageant sis, Caitlyn Cook, Miss Conway provide special entertainment for the event. I never get tired of hearing her share her phenomenal talent.
(Caitlyn, Fanchon Bone, and Myself)

Overall, I believe the pageant went very well. And, I wish my warmest congratulations to Fanchon Bone, Miss Essence 2012 and all the best as she prepares to compete in Miss UCA this fall.

Friday, February 10, 2012

Miss Crowley's Ridge 2012

Miss Crowley's Ridge 2012
This past weekend, I had the honor of passing along my title, Miss Crowley's Ridge, to another young lady who I know will represent this organization well.
Congratulations to Ashley Gage, Miss Crowley's Ridge 2012!!!
and
Congratulations to Kelly Welsh (younger sister of Courtney Welsh, Miss Three Rivers), Miss Crowley's Ridge Outstanding Teen!!!
I've seen Ashley compete several times and she has always had a sweetness and vibrancy for life that shows in every area of competition.
Before the evening competition for Miss CR, I had the opportunity to sit and talk with her and she has such a genuinely positive attitude. She is upbeat, kind, and personable and according to all accounts lit up onstage as well.
The pageant featured five amazing miss contestants and four wonderful teen contestants. Each did a wonderful job competing and I hope they all had as much fun as I did.
Kailyn and Myself before Interview
Danielle Hicks and myself before interview
Callie Ann and myself before interview.
Ashley Williams and me before interview
One of the things I love about this organization is that you get the opportunity to expand yourself and do new things. Although I'm not a "singer" by trade, during the opening and closing number, I had such a great time singing with Emma (Miss CR Outstanding Teen), Mason Magouryk (Miss Northeast Arkansas), and Haven Cagle (Miss NEA Outstanding Teen).
Ashley Gage and me before Evening Gown
Ashley Williams and me before evening gown
I also enjoyed performing my state talent piece and playing accompanying music for the teen evening gown competition. We were using a "Heart/Love" theme for the pageant since it falls so close to valentines day, so I played "Can you Feel The Love Tonight"
Hey, you can't go wrong with "The Lion King"
I got to wear this gorgeous dress generously lent to me by Laine Berry and The Royal We in Conway!
At the close of the pageant, I had a slideshow that played and reflected my year as Miss CR and then I returned to the stage once more to say our farewells and thank you's.
I chose to do my closing speech live as opposed to a recording because I felt like that was more personal and I really wanted to address people individually. The downside was that in my slight nervousness I did end up forgetting a couple of people, so I have attached a copy of my farewell speech. :)
If you are not on this list and you should be, let me know!
Farewell Speech:
Of all the words to describe my
feeling towards having been Miss Crowley’s Ridge this past year, the one I feel
sums it up the best is honored. I am truly honored to have been chosen to
represent this pageant and this area throughout this past year and throughout
the Miss AR 2011 experience.
It has been an absolutely unforgettable experience!!!
They say, it takes a village to raise a child, well it takes
an entire community of people to back a contestant through the pageant journey and
the experience of this past year would not have been possible if not for the
incredible support and love of so many people.
So, I’d like to thank:
First of all, I thank my heavenly father for giving me the
strength and motivation to go on this journey.
Thank you mother and daddy for your incredible support in
every way, this journey would not have been possible without you, you are my
biggest fans. Thank you for believing in me even when I didn’t believe in
myself. Thank you to my immediate,
extended, and church family for supporting and encouraging me throughout this
year, you guys rock my world!
I want to thank Marrietta Jerome and Eva Lee Graves for
initiating me into the pageant world and showing me what this system is really
all about; and another dynamic duo Peggy and Katie Smart, my awesome directors
during my year as Miss Crowley’s Ridge, I couldn’t have asked for sweeter more
devoted directors who also love to shop, what more could I ask for. Thank you
for your attention not only to me but the rest of my family and including them
in this amazing experience. That was your greatest gift to me.
Thanks to Somer Allen for being willing to share your
experiences and expertise as a veteran competitor. I truly appreciate your
advice.
Thanks you to Jeni Stephens for your help in preparing me
for Miss Crowley's Ridge, and for being a good, honest, friend.
Thank you to my former piano teacher, Judith Fairchild, for
helping me prepare the perfect talent piece for me.
I want to thank all of my sponsors from my community who
lent prayers and pocketbooks to assist me as I strove to represent this area
well.
Thanks to Shelly Kelly, and all the folks at Clark's Bridal
for your beautiful work, clothes, encouragement and advice.
And thank you to the
entire Miss Arkansas Organization for making each contestant feel like a queen.
This has been one of the best years of my life and in the
abundance of my gratitude; I am reduced to the simplest of expressions, thank
you, thank, thank you and enjoy the rest of the evening!
Blessings,
Bethany