Friends, let’s get that big-caboosed elephant in the room out of our way. No, Precariosities isn’t a word. Yes, I have a cheesy backstory for the unique title. Yes, I would love for you to read my posts that contain cliche phrases like “Join me on this journey” and “We are all in this adventure together.” This is a safe place. (Cliche #1?). Feel free to be yourself here, because I certainly will be. You can laugh at the successful humor, read by the midnight glow of your laptop as you raid the fridge (no judgment here), and disagree so violently that you break your screen in protest of my mini rants, tall rants, grande rants, and venti rants. There will be plenty of rants, so make sure you have plenty of screens.
Have I scared you off yet? No? Good. I knew I liked you.
Precariosities is a funny word based off of “precarious,” mixed with curiosity: being adventurous and living life. Strap in for your English lesson: According to Google, “precarious” is defined as “not securely in position; dangerously likely to fall or collapse.” I chose this because it pertains to me, but more importantly, it pertains to you. Did you know you are a precarious creature precariously placed in a precarious life? At some point, you will fall. Your family, your career, your relationships, your pursuits, your wealth, your good intentions, your progress–at some point these will falter and crumble. The important thing to remember is that the broken pieces don’t need to stay where they broke. Yes falling is inevitable, but there’s a hand that catches us. [Side note: If you’re not religious, please don’t leave! I won’t always be preaching. Some of my stories about falling and failing will be (kinda) funny, and I don’t want you to miss the chance of laughing at my expense]. Ah yes, the hand. If you are positive you will go down–and you will–why live in fear of that? Why be afraid of death when no one escapes it? (Well, there was that one guy…). At some point in my life I will feel like the world is caving in around me and there is no air safe enough to breathe. Thank God we don’t have to save ourselves, and we never have.
And essentially, that’s what I want this blog to be: a place where you and I can come in all of our Precariosities and be honest, real, true, open, and vulnerable. I won’t be telling you when I pick my nose (…never…) or eat two day old ramen, but I will share the times when I completely messed up. Whether it’s getting lost in the city, screwing over a friend, forgetting an assignment, or losing it over the death of a loved one, my precariousness will not end well 100% of the time. But this knowledge of what’s coming does not give me permission to sit on the sidelines. I’m not allowed to wait for the train to come, and then let it pass by when it looks a little crowded. I will not be idle while a world full of creatures and beauty and love and hate and excitement and injustice and adventures and existence is spinning, open to me. You can be here when that happens. When you fall, I’ll be there for you too. Jesus will pick both of us up, brush us off, and send us for the umpteenth time back onto the giant playground called life. So you can live without walls. You can travel to the borders, stand on the edge, jump ship, take risks, and fall. Fall without fear, and find what Precariosities arise from it.
Thanks for starting this journey with me. (Cliche #2?) I can’t wait to watch how we screw it up and God makes beauty from our messes.
Before you go:
“Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities no doubt crept in; forget them as soon as you can. Tomorrow is a new day. You shall begin it serenely and with too high a spirit to be encumbered with your old nonsense.”
-Ralph Waldo Emerson