Tuesday, December 29, 2009

Not A Good Idea


I could have gone to bed nine hours ago. I knew that today was going to be my first day as a CNA at Heartland. I instead decided to finish the Gilmore Girls Season 7 DVDs so I could return them to the library tomorrow while I was out to avoid late fees. I could have then gone to bed around 3am. But I got the notion that I should write. So I went to the new writing blog that I created a few days ago, shamikalashawn.wordpress.com and from then to now have been writing new material as well as consolidating old material from around the web. I have not slept yet and I have to be at work in about an hour and a half. I believe I have to be there today until 5 too.

Anyway, after perusing my notes on facebook, my entries here, and even old myspace entries, I discovered some gems I long forgot I wrote. I also have ideas for a few pieces to jumpstart my first official year as a writer.

I also relived a few moments of my life, promiscuous girl, living with my inlaws in San Antonio, all the times I have been waiting for things to move forward. It has been a while since I have updated, so with a little perspective on where I have come from, I can do so now with a few inclinations as to where I want to go.

I will be working full time 10pm to 6am at Heartland as a CNA five days a week. I will be hostessing or working in the store at Cracker Barrel between 5 and 8 whatever days they decide to put me on the schedule. Classes are out until the end of January and both of my roommates are gone. Joanne left yesterday and Christy left a week ago. I have the apartment all to myself.

I hope to gain experience and contacts at Heartland so that I can move into a private care situation. I believe the CNA position will be most profitable and easier to manage with one household and a simpler work load.

My lease is up in August and I do not know if I will have paid Stanford down enough by then to return next school year or if I need to renew my lease at this apartment complex or if I should find my own place. Because I don't know whats going to be happening, so many things being in the air, I will need to make sure I have contingency plans in place and remain focused on what I do know.

This coming Chinese New Year happens to fall on Valentine's Day. It will be a very special day for me. A day of beginnings, hope, and love. I know who I want to share it with. But I don't know what will happen and if there will be a celebration of love or a mourning of it.

Either way, I have painted myself into a corner and must stay awake. I will enjoy the Spongebob Season 1 DVD Box Set my mom's boyfriend sent me for Christmas in the Snuggie that my mom and younger sister picked out for me. There is hopefully one more Christmas gift for me in the mail. Naturally, if I don't get it by the end of the week, it won't be a Christmas gift if I even get it at all.

Aww, How Sweet of You to Say!

Alexis Boozer
Miss Shamika, darling: I remember clearly the first time I ever laid eyes on you. And my first impression of the spirit within the person before me was never questioned. You have an insuppressible strength and passion within you and I am happy to hear that, despite recent trials in your life, you are able to remain the beautiful, energetic woman who so impressed me at first meeting. I champion your openness and your stoicism and am thinking of you - as always - fondly.

All my love,
Ali
October 11, 2007 at 1:34pm

Jason Lee
Shamika, it's been some time since we last spoke, but the vivacity of your spirit and your bright smile are as clear as ever in my memories. I know you've gone through a variety of challenges and troubles in the past year or so, but it brings a smile to my face to see that you're facing your adversity with your trademark spunk.

I've been a Shamika fan ever since our early days together in Gaieties during your Freshman year and continue to be to this day. I'm wishing you the very best from my apartment in LA and hope that sometime soon, we'll be able to catch up over a cup of coffee, when you'll tell me all about the way you've triumphed over the recent obstacles in your life.

*hugs hugs*
October 15, 2007 at 11:06pm

Brie Finegold
Hi Shamika,
I was truly inspired by your outgoing and optimistic nature when I met you at camp. I am sure that you will carry yourself forward out of your funk, and that you will make your mark on the world. Everybody has their ups and downs. Yoga, breathing, chocolate, swimming, guitar-playing, hugs from my husband, and long walks are a few of the things that help me when I feel down. Good luck!
September 25, 2007 at 1:13p

Christin Toerner
Shamika I have all the faith of the world in your capabilities. When I think back to Shamika from HS I remember an extremely brilliant, funny, intelligent, and spark of a person. You are soooo smart!! There is no way on this earth that you wont use all that you have. I just can't wait to see the day when all that happens :)

I'll be praying for you.
~ Christin Toerner
September 25, 2007 at 2:37pm

Lisa E. Brown
you'll always be part of the great class of OH SEVEN. you're in my prayers :-)

Daniel Kim
This was sooo entertaining Shamika! I forget how descriptive you can be...

Cliff Watkins
Hang in there
July 16, 2008 at 7:37pm ·

Dana Pedersen
Shamika,

I know, it's been forever. Let's just ignore the awkwardness of me responding to your note despite the fact that we haven't talked in, oh, I don't know...11 years? :)

Something about this resonated with me. The angst of the quarter-life crisis. Disappointment. Life. You know. But I just wanted to tell you to hang in there, stay encouraged, and stir up your gift! Great things still lie ahead.
July 16, 2008 at 11:42pm ·

Lisa Smith
To quote Dave Matthews: So, don't lose your heaven
Don't convince yourself you're done
Just 'cause the things around you seem heavy
Doesn't mean you can't get off this ground

I am sad that you are not coming back. But I am going to find someway to see you soon. You may not believe it love, but your life, your struggles, your pain, they resonate with ALOT of people. It's life. Life was never meant to be easy. It was only meant to be over. We're all going through struggles and praying for the strength to push through them.

I'm praying for you.
July 22, 2008 at 2:55pm ·

Jason Fang
Shamika,

I've been there--that point where you're jobless, feeling alone, and wondering what the future will look like, when all your aspirations and dreams start seeming so far out of reach that you second-guess your every past move.

It's painful, it's disheartening, it's paralyzing. But it's also false. Trust in the Lord, and know that he will guide your path. One year later, I can now testify just how quickly he can turn ashes into beauty.

The only way to fail is to give up on your dreams. Don't do that. Don't burden yourself with thoughts of where you're "supposed" to be at this stage in life, either. Carly Fiorina, whatever you may think of her management abilities, started out as a secretary after graduating in Russian Literature.

You are not defined by your degree, but by your work ethic, your wisdom, and your ability to learn. And those are all things that you have been superbly blessed with, whether your current resume reflects it or not.

And so what if it doesn't? A few years down the road, it *will*, by the things you will have accomplished with them.

Gather your friends and fellows, and take time to see the little blessings in your life. The big ones are a'coming.
August 8, 2008 at 1:51am ·

Donna-Dolores Buse
Shamika I know the feeling! My mom just wants me to stay focused on school, not on boys. School has taken longer for me as well because of financial reasons. Although CWU is not nearly as expensive as Stanford. I haven't been able to get into classes I need because something had to be paid off before I could register. I know its retarded. But I wish you the best of luck. I know no matter what happens you're going to make something of yourself.
May 31, 2008 at 2:56pm

Angela Rooker
are u sure?? you're quite brilliant and I've had 2 bosses who were medically diagosed with this and they very mean and dreadful...I've never seen you act like these 2 guys ever!! Maybe we should talk on this some time? hugs Angela
April 14 at 11:42a

Tony M Harris
I have 2 female friends at are bipolar. I've never been around them at the low points, however, thy are very wonderful people. I believe in them and have faith that they, and you, can do anything. I know you'll succeed are your goals. Just keep your goals close to the heart. ♥
April 14 at 11:59am

Wanda Watson
I don't know you very well, and yet we're facebook friends, ha...what's new? Anywho, I wanted to appreciate you for being so vocal about your experiences with mental illness. Like you said, we need to work against the stigmas so people can get the support they need instead of walking around blaming themselves and being judged. I'm glad you're finding your way...
April 16 at 7:36pm

Kitina Thomas
Shamika,

Very revealing, I am glad you shared your testimony. It will help someone else. God bless and see you soon.
April 15 at 12:50pm

George Abbott
Grab life by the balls! LOL Good luck with everything.
July 1 at 10:14am

Emy Rojas
It may just be from knowing you since the elementary school, but I really do believe that you are going to dominate whatever comes your way.

Life throws us some really crazy curve balls and it's been known to put us a little off track for a while. At least you know where you want to go, and I can see that you have the determination to do what it takes to get there.

I'm incredibly proud of you, and want you to enjoy every success and happiness.
September 18, 2008 at 5:41am


Thursday, December 24, 2009

New Year's Resolutions



Be a better big sister

-talk to my siblings more
-get involved in their lives
-find out about what they like, what they are doing
-find ways of helping them out from here

Be a better cook

-try recipes from my mama
enchiladas
gumbo
lasagna
chitterlings
carne quisada

Be a published writer

-magazine articles
-newspaper articles
-short stories
-novels (rewrite old, begin new)

Be an avid knitter

-scarves
-hats
-washclothes
-blankets
-socks
-my first knit article of clothing

Be a career woman

-provide CNA service to a family
-manage my finances and debt

Be delighted in the word

-tithe
-serve
-love
-pray
-read
-teach
-fellowship

Be more natural

-take care of my locs
-have a lucky tree again (finally)
-embrace pedicures and bubble baths
-go green as often as possible



I leave you all with this:

"And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne."

Leave your resolution in the comments!!!!

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

When Ying Met Yang by Debbie Burke Jan 2005


WWhen Stanford sophomore Shamika Walker, 19, met Stephen Goddard, 23, in San Antonio, Texas, it was a collision course in drama. They were married September 4, 2004 in San Antonio's Philadelphia Missionary Baptist Church and are starting out their matrimonial life on campus. But their road to the alter was no untroubled walk down the aisle, rather, it was a testament of struggle, acceptance, maturity and love.

Living in Black Welder, one of Stanford’s grad houses, Shamika tries to keep their apartment as lively as they are. Their door is "an experience,” covered in the same yellow Sponge Bob Square Pants cartoons that adorn Shamika’s pajamas. Other than that, the living room is sparse, consisting only of a couch, table, two chairs and a television. Shamika and Stephen are quite comfortable with each other here. They jive and play off each others’ personalities, which are in many ways, opposite.

“Well, if you ever get to watch the wedding tape, when we are exchanging our vows and stuff,” Shamika gestures, “the preacher asks him all the questions [and] he’s like, [softly] ‘I do,’ and then to me,” she waves her hand in the air, “‘I DO, YES!’ [We’re] completely opposite.” Stephen smiles shyly and agrees, “I kinda talk quiet.”

Coming from a military background, Stephen moved to San Antonio, Texas in 1992, after moving all over the country. His father, originally from England, worked in an army based hospital and dated his mother, also in the army, for three months before they got married.

Shamika, in contrast, comes from a bustling family of black women. Her mother works in a post office and supports four children. She had Shamika when she was in the 12th grade and parted ways with Shamika’s dad when Shamika was 13 years old.
When Stephen popped the question to Shamika before her freshman year, “I was like, ‘I dunno.’ But after two weeks, the whole trying everything on campus except for being promiscuous and alcohol, I missed Stephen.”

Shamika’s emotions ran into conflict with her beliefs when she went to a weekend Christian retreat. She came back, told Stephen, “I don’t think I can marry a non-Christian man,” and broke up with him. Shamika, a Christian, struggled with her decision (being “unequally yoked,”) and didn’t talk to Stephen for “the most painful couple of weeks in my life.”

She reconciled her conflict with her love. “My logic was, ‘I love him enough to take the chance. If after our whole marriage, he doesn’t become Christian or it’s not until his dying day, I love him enough to take that chance.’” A week before finals, Shamika called Stephen up and said ‘Yes.”

Then she called her mother.

Stephen quips, “Oooh noo.” Shamika told her mom, “‘Me and Stephen have been talking, and we’re gonna get married.’” Shamika leans back and raises her eyebrow imitating her mother in the car, “Okay…Ima have to call you back cause I’m drivin’ right now.”

Shamika, who had always “carried the bar” for her family, understood that her mother’s concerns were rooted in their familial history. “My mom’s issues [were] you are too young, you have so much going for you and you have a good head on your shoulders...I felt like I was letting everybody down.”

Stephen, on the other hand, felt “that if two people loved each other, no matter what background, race, religion, that shouldn’t stand in the way.” He confesses that he would not have let Shamika go if she decided against the marriage.

So the couple resorted to secrecy. Shamika describes it as, “chaos on every level of my life. It seemed like everything was up in the air. What was I gonna do with this man I loved?”

The most painful part of it was the constant lying and hiding behind her mother’s back. Shamika, who always wanted an open relationship with her mother, was afraid of the disapproval, the judgment, or the “truncation of any type of relationship to prevent me from having a child.” So she hid. Silent tears fall from her eyes, “It was hard. I felt guilty when I was with him, I felt guilty afterwards…It was trying to say the least.”

Freedom finally came when Shamika told her mother the truth, that she still was in a relationship with Stephen and wanted to stay. Although her mother promptly called her pastor, it was the beginning of the open relationship Shamika had always needed from her mom.

The Goddards seem at ease with their opposing beliefs. Stephen, a professed agnostic believes he “just doesn’t know,” and would only become a Christian if/when he decides. Shamika, still a devout Christian, “put my faith in God that through our relationship He can reach Stephen.”

After the truth was out, her family worried about why she wanted to get married. Concerns like, Why ya’ll getting married? Do ya gotta do it now? If he did looove you he’ll still be there three years later, constantly bombarded the couple. Some even thought Shamika was pulling a shotgun wedding because she was “pregnant.” But with no bun in the oven, folks could not see the logic in their getting married so young.

“I tell people my biggest comeback to why I didn’t want to wait,” Shamika says, “is I [already] see myself as being a successful person. I wanted to establish the first few years of my life here, where we don’t have a bunch of bills to pay, and the real world is [still] at bay.” Shamika realized that “besides all the reasons everyone told me why I shouldn’t get married” she did not have one of her own. “I am a very thorough person, I do not make haphazard decisions. I really thought about it, felt that I wanted to do it, so why not now?” The final decision was between her, Stephen and God and when Shamika took a courageous step into adulthood she “finally saw my life as my own,” and felt peace of mind.

Shamika’s family was still protective of their daughter, wanting to ensure her success as a young black woman. Stephen, as an older white male, had it much easier. He slides into the phone call he had with his dad, “Hey dad, remember Shamika, right? — Yeah- Well, we’re getting married. -Okay.- Hey Mom, (same thing) -Oh, Okay-.” Shamika laughs, “He didn’t have any drama! With my family, all they saw is the only way I could be successful is if I graduated from Stanford and married a Stanford black graduate.”

So what about their obvious racial difference? Shamika’s chocolate complexion is a far cry from Stephen’s creamy fare. Stephen’s family “didn’t care” about Shamika’s blackness, but Shamika’s family did care about his whiteness. For some family members, “It was not right for a successful black woman to date non-black guys.”

Although they’ve had racial disagreements, Stephen, when accused of having “Jungle Fever,” throws his head back and laughs. “Oh Man! I don’t know how many times I heard that one. He’s got jungle fever! If it’s a fever, it’s terminal, cause I plan to be with this girl for the rest of my life.”

The Goddards fell in love with each other over the phone. Shamika would “blow up his phone,” calling him about everything from cruel sibling treatment to slipping grades. Stephen, on the other hand, would be there to comfort her and allow her to be herself. “It blew my mind that it was possible to even be able to connect with someone on that level,” says Shamika. “Just like with God, love is an action. It wasn’t just a feeling. I could depend on him in the hardest of times.”

Stephen agrees that their relationship was based on the phone. Their communication was vital to allowing them to understand and accept each others’ personality differences. Shamika describes Stephen as “go with the flow” while she is more “over-achieving, plan everything.”

“I paid for that wedding with the summer jobs I had,” says Shamika. “His parents paid for the hotel for the honeymoon. And my mom helped pay for the reception place that we had, and the deejay, and the limo, which was so nice. I paid for most of the dresses, all of the accessories, I planned it everything.”

The Goddards, who coincidently have the same birthday, August 26, also share a love for Asian culture. They incorporated this into the Chinese theme of the wedding. The morning of the wedding, which was scheduled for noon, was a hair-raising event. Some of Shamika’s family did not show up, so she was left to move chairs around by herself. She was also propositioned by the rent-room lady, “Why are you getting married now?” on her wedding day. This was the last straw, and Shamika found herself crying in the bathroom. Her family eventually came through and Shamika capitalizes it as a lesson from God that “When all else fails, your family will be there.”

The most moving part of the ceremony was her mother’s speech, which signified her final acceptance of Stephen. While some people (Jasmine, the maid of honor) broke down crying and apologized to Stephen for their former cold treatment, others smiled, shook his hand, then leaned in, “You get her pregnant and I will hunt you down and kill you.”

The mixture of acceptance and threats remains with the Goddards who have chosen to wait until after graduation to have children, so they can spend time establishing themselves and concentrating on work.

Speaking of work, Shamika finds herself balancing a full schedule of schoolwork and activities. She is a Management Science and Engineering major whose interest is in “education, public speaking, being knowledgeable, and owning a business.” She really wants to help people with their finances, and desires to gain her PhD or MBA, so she can establish a business targeted at youth. Stephen, now working at Ricker, “is just looking for a job, not a career.” He does, however, also desire to work with youth, go to college and become a K-12 teacher, stating that one of his biggest pet peeves is “ignorant people.”

Stephen gets up and wraps his arms around his wife. “I see us having that wonderful married-couple life,” he says, “Sitting on the back porch in the middle of nowhere, holding hands, wondering where my teeth went.” It seems as if the Yin and the Yang have harmonized with these two who differ racially, religiously, academically, culturally and socially, yet are in union with each other spiritually. The relationship, which was “established on drama” is now part of who the Goddards are, and they don’t try to justify, explain, or apologize for each other. Instead, the acceptance is so absolute, that they can just enjoy each other.

“If you know me, you already heard this story in bits and pieces,” Shamika laughs, the defense in her voice softened by the humor behind it, “If you don’t know me, come and ask. But I don’t want any more funky stares when I tell you-” Stephen smiles and leans back on the counter, “I’m married to a white man who doesn’t go to Stanford and is not a Christian,” they look at each other, “And we gon’ be alright.”

What the Word Says About/For Us


I will never leave you nor forsake you

When a man finds a wife, he finds a good thing

Husbands, love your wives as Jesus loves the church

Wives, submit unto your husbands

What God has joined together let no man put asunder

It is not good for man to be alone

May you rejoice in the wife of your youth. A loving doe, a graceful deer-may her breasts satisfy you always, may you ever be captivated by her love

Your love is more delightful than wine

Like an apple tree among the trees of the forest is my lover among young men. I delight to sit in his shade, and his fruit is sweet to my taste


I took you Stephen to be mine to have and to hold, from September 4, 2004 forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, for as long as we both shall live.

I'm still alive. As far as I know, so are you. I am better, healthier, and working on the richer. Most importantly, I can't wait to hold you. I want to shout it out from the rooftops.



Monday, December 21, 2009

Chanteuse


It could all be so simple
But you'd rather make it hard
Loving you is like a battle
And we both end up with scars
Tell me, who I have to be
To get some reciprocity

See, no one loves you more than me
And no one ever will

I keep letting you back in
How can I explain myself
As painful as this thing has been
I just can't be with no one else
See I know what we got to do
You let go and I'll let go too
'Cause no one's hurt me more than you
And no one ever will

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Words of Encouragement


Friend

shamika, you're a catch. you're hilarious, you're pretty, you're fun. nothing you could do could make him want you more than what you already are.

if that's not enough for him, nothing will be.



words i received today that made me feel better than i have in a long time about this whole situation.

Monday, December 7, 2009

I'm Not Crazy, I'm Just a Little Unwell...


The past few days, I have been practically nocturnal. I convinced myself that its to prepare for the night shift of a cna job I may get. No word yet on that position. I have also noticed myself having pressured speech which means I have an urge, a necessity, to talk, to say something, anything, right now! So usually, I said the weird phrases running around in my head or I comment on people's shirts or hair or something, whatever I am thinking. It is usually harmless, but sometimes I said weird things.

Sometimes, I get agitated easily, or annoyed. Other times, I am sensitive to the people around me and feel like people are hurting my feelings in subtle ways like choosing to sit at a table next to mine instead of mine or something most likely harmless or a person not picking up when I call. I worry that I may be getting screened.

Again, usually harmless, but then there is something else that has been happening. Another urge. And its not a good one.

I have had random thoughts of violence that occur, usually if I am engaged in conversation with someone, to strike them in the face or throw something at their face. Of all the manic, psychotic, and depressed symptoms I have to deal with, that one is in the top 3 Do Not Like list along with seeing things and hearing things that no one else does.

As much as I try not to get myself down about my lot in life, I wonder if I will be able to hack it, if those that love me will tough it out with me or politely fall by the wayside. Sure, its easier for them to slowly stop calling so much or responding when I reach out only to eventually have disappeared efficiently from my life. Just as easy as it would be for me to stop taking my meds or give up completely and check myself in somewhere for good.

I won't do that. I won't do either of those things. I understand that my brain has chemical issues and my life has issues and I have made great efforts this year to take control of my life again. Thank the Lord, I have not been in the hospital or lost a job to my illness. With the end of the year approaching, I can look back on the progress I have made since March. Every week since then I have seen my therapist. Every single week, except for when she was in Europe, I saw her. I am proud of that accomplishment. I have met with my psychiatrist at every appointment and only once was I off my medication, I was having trouble coordinating transportation to the Walmart pharmacy on time. During the time off my medication, the changes were so subtle, but I still saw them. Mood swings, so very sensitive, assuming the thoughts and motives of those around me and how they were somehow negative toward me, and so on.

The second New Year's Resolution for me is going to be to figure out and take the next step about my mental health. It is not enough to simply stay out of the hospital and stay employed. I want to move on and move forward, and hopefully I won't be doing it alone.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Good Ol' College Try...Sans the College


Good morning people other than my bestie Lisa who read my blog.

I awoke this morning after falling asleep around 4:30am at 8:30am to a phone call. I recently discovered the freedom of not having to answer my phone-simply letting calls go to voicemail and then checking the message and returning the call at my leisure. It is a wonderful new feeling of power and control, not having to jump and answer to the beck and (literal) call of every person I ever gave my phone number to.

Turned out to be a callback for an interview at a rehab center nearby my apartment. I have an interview at 1 for a night shift, full time, 10p to 6a. I think it will be fine actually since I stay up all nite now anyway, as long as I don't have to work Sunday nights and the atmosphere isn't too bad.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Elusive Love


Why do I insist, demand, and continue to torture myself?

I do things that I know will hurt me eventually...like buying five candy bars. I thankfully didn't eat them all at once, but that isn't even close to what I am talking about.

I can't quite say what it is I really want to say, but what I can say is I have choices in life and what I choose to do greatly effects what happens to me in my life.

Am I making the right choices?

Song lyrics that speak to me at the moment:

"Is there anyone out there cause its getting harder and harder to breath"

"Can't find a better man"

"I wanna go far away, to a new life on a new shoreline"

Staying up late and contemplating my life is like drunk texting, not a good combination and only results in regrets. I really am gonna go to sleep now!

Shamika Goddard, author...


I feel with the end of the year approaching and a blessed new one on the horizon the annual assessment of my progress in life this year is due and the first thing that presents itself for evaluation is my desire to write.

"I sound my barbaric yawp over the rooftops of the world"

Walt Whitman was a transcendentalist. I remember learning about him and Ralph Waldo Emerson and David Thoreau, all men who wrote well and made me want to embrace my life. I felt most alive reading their works and imagined being an adult and writing as a living, somehow infusing society with my words and making a positive difference.


All my writings so far have been anectdotal, complaining, and blog-ish.

I have made a few attempts at pure pose, some fiction, even less poetry, and nothing outright publish worthy. Beyond my memoirs, my writing has been extremely leisurely and a vagary of sorts. In light of recent events, all of my writing from youth to 2008 was lost including original drafts of my first novel The Stepsister Trilogy and the musical I wrote in fifth grade. For years, I could have put all my writing into electronic format, and some of it was on my old computer, but those files have been lost as well. I was proud of my pieces and stood on them for years as proof that I could write well. However, I did not pursue anything more than those pieces.

That can change.

I have been offered an opportunity to write for a good friend of mine. Just an article, but something real. My skills as a writer are not fading, they are simply dormant. So I look forward to moving forward with my passion and once again being able to present recent work that I am proud of.

Since its almost four in the morning, and I ust barely managed to pull myself away from youtube and haven't yet downloaded another free pc game trial, and I am ignoring the frisky feelings because I can't share them with who I want, I am going to continue exploring and reviewing the year at another time and go to sleep. The next topic worth reflecting on will be my self-image and self-care.

To all four of you reading, good night, and leave a comment! :)