I’ve come across the opportunity to get to do some writing on others, rather than myself. For the month of December, I will be covering one article per day, each on a different Lowcountry local from Beaufort and its surrounding areas in the county. I began to sort through and reach out to many over the past weeks, and am super excited to be able to share so many of the wonderful people our town has to offer. This extravaganza is "The 25 Days of the Lowcountry" for the Lowcountry Pickle Back.
In some small way, it makes me reflect about how many hats we all must wear to make life move forward-- and I mean to literally just make it to the day’s finish line. I mean there's:
To go along with the considerable amount of tasks we all have, I can say I have been doing ever-so poorly at being there for people. If you are my children or Jeremiah, I see and spend time with them daily-- doing so happily, of course.
If you are amongst one of my my friends or family, good God, I am sure you know this to be true.
My phone remains on do not disturb.
I talk to my dad almost daily, on my way to work at 7:30AM, after dropping off the kids at Coosa. Still not sure if I find it humorous or annoying that they call me bus 22: are 4 kids really that much? And have I literally gone insane to be asking that questions: "Are four kids that much?"
I’ll get to that part later.
I have my one solid teacher friend here at BHS, who I see daily at work. Bask in her image below.
Aside from such, I have been impossible to keep touch with.
And that is such a horrid thing to say!
Perhaps I can blame it on the four children.
Maybe I can write it off that I am exhausted from listening to my students so earnestly all day long, that I have no more room for informational intake from friends.
I even could stretch it and blame the fact that I am taking a class online for my certification and don’t even have time to blog.
I suppose at the end of the rambling and excuses, I have been a lousy friend.
A poor pal.
A horrendous homie.
A bad buddy.
An absent amiga.
A bitch ass BFF.
A mediocre mate.
A shitty sidekick.
A crappy crony.
Am I not humerus with my alliteration? (Jeremiah is an alliteration fan).
After spending time talking to so many amazing people over the past couple weeks as I compiled these notes and prepared for writing “The 25 Days of the Lowcountry,” I have this strange feeling that I like people.
And I mean that as genuinely as possible, even if that is hard to intake coming from me.
Some hard working people.
Ass busting humans.
And I suppose they have the exact 24 hours in a day as I do, regardless to the various loads we carry, the time remains the same.
Spend your hours well, people.
And by all means, be certain if people have positive energy to give to you, drink it up. Likewise, if one is sucking your life and positivity, spit them out. I am not recommending toleration of those who drain your spirit.
Thanks for all the inspiration, Lowcountry peeps.
And if you have somebody you want to nominate, to get their story shared from The Lowcountry Pickle Back for the “25 Days of the Lowcountry” click here to fill out the form. There is still a few slots left. Only catch is they have to be a local or had lived here an ample amount of time at one point in their life.
Mine are all regular people, like you and I. nothing big and crazy, but that's the specialness in it, "regular" is kinda just amazing, sometimes.
And the reason I am now saying, “is 4 kids even a lot” is because I am ever so blessed to share a home with Jeremiah. He makes life so much easier and sweeter for me and I appreciate him and his absolute 5 star meals, better than Massage Envy rub downs, and tolerance for my controlling, bitching, my way or the highway demeanor. He is ever so divine, and I am eternally grateful.
Love, Hugs, and Lots of Kisses,
So, this past week was the week of our local town's celebration on ze water. It is pretty great (apparently unless you're from Bluffton-- y'all talk a lot of H2O-fest trash.) However, our new friends from Charleston LOVED it, so maybe Bluffton is just salty (Another image below, naturally).
It is so interesting that ones energy is manifested in relation to the ones around them.
This past week I spent time with a variety of individuals. We are all so very different. We have stories that are not connected in any way. And oddly enough, of this group, I have:
Two of my oldest friends: KJ and CT.
and some of my newest friends:
Akina and Darienne.
Teacher friend: Shavonne.
Best friend: Taylor.
The "Extra" Friend: Jeremiah.
The Friend-of-a-friend: Alexis, Chris, Justin, and others.
Oh, and my sister Jade drove down for one night. She's pretty dope, too.
The differences we share so horridly outweigh the similarities-- but they are all such beautiful spirits. It is just mind blowing how people's energy give you a new breath of life when you need it more than they ever know.
And it's a funny thing how life works. I had the best Waterfest week I've ever had, and all others attested to the same thing. However... today, I realized I had an ever better moment of my week. The highlight of all highlights.
The last two weeks I have been late to church-- (sorry Akina and sorry DJ).
Today, I was on time. I knew Sam and I had to be on time. Last week a couple stole our same second row seats we have been sitting in since January (Bless them).
Somehow, I managed to have a group of friends come to church with me. A group of friends who all attended Waterfest with me at some point this week; judge away, it's fine, I am open to judgement-- giving a F has never been one of my strong suits (leaving out the uck, because this is my "The Words" section).
Anyways, since we dropped the kids off and were sat down with two minutes and six seconds to spare before the music started, our amazing pastor, Shane, came over and introducted himself and shook hands with out group. Shane has never come to just Sam and I-- he came because he saw new faces. And I was like, whoahhhhhh, brought these fools here (even though quite a few were talked into it at Hemmingways between 1:00 and 2:00... AM.
They still showed, even cleaned up nice.
Once the service began, Shane opened with words that warmed my whole entire soul.
Oh, the irony.
I can say with 100% certainty, this was the best week of my summer. Beyond that, the best week of my year, thus far.
It was warm, refreshing, and entirely rejuvinating.
Good company heeds good vibes.
What made my week good was free stuff-- time spent, laughs shared (the kind of laughs that you are not sure if you are peeing yourself or in the process of dying), and knowing somebody had a better time because you were around.
Then, naturally, the best part-- I talked these drunk fools into going to church with me.
The best, best part-- I looked around during it-- they all smiled, felt warm (and uncomfortable), laughed at Shane's turnt jokes, and enjoyed being in His presence (even if it wasn't necessarily "His" presence in their should, that's what it was).
And yeah, yeah, I am still learning of his presence-- it's a process. Trying, yada yada.
shane continued to keep it real af.
I feel I may ramble a bit if I allow myself to fall into my feelings (I am learning to have feelings-- for those of you who personally know me and say, "Ty doesn't have feelings").
I love talking to people.
I love helping people.
I love TEACHING people (aye, and shout out to previous students I saw at Waterfest this week,
I love you little homies).
I love listening.
I love giving advice.
I love playing the devil's advocate.
I just love the fuck out of being there for you sweet fuckers.
And speaking of love-- I love my darling Sam for sticking out church with me while I was in a toxic relationship, after the breakup, and now that I am dragging in my new crazy friends.
I tell him every Sunday, as he sits next to me in church, "I love you, I hope you know that." He is quite frankly one of those people that have imprinted on my heart.
p.s. April, i love seeing you at church, as well, and you're always welcome to walk on the wild side and sit in the front row with us.
P.S.#2. Thank you akina, darienne, taylor, shavonne, chris, jeremiah, and justin for coming to church with me today. you all are godesses and i appreciate ya.
Love, Peace, tons of hugs and kisses,
There are moments when we need help.
This was Jesus admitting that there was something that he couldn't do on his own. That he needed help. He needed a hand.
Some days, we will need a hand to help us. There are two very distinct avenues we can take:
when we get around people and in the church, we put our mask on.
But, y'all, where does that come from? Jesus didn't wear a mask-- on on the worst day he ever had he admitted his needs. Mask off, saying, "I am thirsty."
Why do we rummage through the trash to find our best mask?
And we on those good clothes.
And the best shoes.
And hop into the fancy car.
And get the degrees.
And the jobs.
And use the social media to say everything is fine.
Everything is great. Everything is perfect!
Why do we pretend and lie to ourselves and others?
to live with the mask off...
Do not let fear and pride cripple us
What is making you wear a mask instead of receiving help?
There has to be a moment that you crack-- that you cannot bear the weight alone anymore, and you seek help.
our needs cannot be met until we admit our needs. we must let go of our pride, and then, we can begin to walk humbly.
We need people.
We need a person.
Your very worst day may just be the day that you make your deepest relationship.
we must embrace being loved.
We must get used to it.
It is hard.
Let. People. Love. You.
Acknowledge that you need love to make it in this life.
Find people who will push you, love you, and make you uncomfortable.
we all make mistakes.
check out the podcast from sunday 5/14/17.