Showing posts with label Reality Check. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reality Check. Show all posts

June 12, 2023

The Tree Rising From the Ashes

Hey, it’s me again. I read A Tree Grows in Brooklyn for the first time during a recent trip to New York City, and it turned into both a refreshing and cathartic experience for me. I don't post blogs anymore, but this essay deserved to be placed here, both as an homage to an old chapter and the outlook of a new chapter.


Everything and everyone looks a whole lot different now. Mostly good outlooks, some not so good.

But it doesn’t feel so much like “things changed,” as much as it feels like everything is finally the way it was supposed to be all along. That’s a complicated reality for many involved—including myself—to fully process. I think the leaves will keep letting themselves grow into their proper places, and eventually we will all be able to see the full glorious tree, both from within and without.

I mean, I at least believe it will be glorious, based on the iridescent light filtering through the soft shield of shade my growing tree is already providing.

Some people don’t even see my tree at all. Not to blame them in any way, I did indeed declare that I was going to burn to blown ashes what everyone perceived my previous tree to be, and then I did indeed set not just my own tree, but several nearby trees into a quick and local voluminous blaze. I buried my eyes and hid my heart from staring at the damages. I knew full well the extent. I had planned this arson for years.

What I didn’t plan for was what I hadn’t seen following behind me my entire life.

This other sapling had managed to dodge the large spotlight on the tree I worked so hard to grow for so long, struggling quietly in its unknown insecurity.

Sometimes we are fortunate to have new miracles rise from our ashes. I turned around to reflect, and my miracle was starting to stand up straighter and look me in the eyes. 

I would never have seen this tree unless all the forest around it was obliterated. It didn’t look the way I expected to, or how I would have forced it to grow.

The newly recognized tree is growing steadily and creatively. It does not grow in one direction; it twists and curls upward, outward, and around. The colors are always changing. The branches reach out for fellow trees to not only take care, but also to have care taken for itself. There are different kinds of trees around me now; some I have never seen before and yet so easy to love, others trying to regrow back into the space after experiencing their version of the wildfire. Some trees will never grow back here, and that will be natural for both the land and the trees.

I love my new tree and my new tree loves me. I love that my tree loves the other trees without holding back for itself. In having the courage to create that first spark, from the ashes is where the Tree of Truth and Life can be found. I opened my eyes to survey the chaos and instead met this tree. The truth was quiet and still: through the chaos, I met myself, and finally had the bravery and honesty to introduce her to the whole world.

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If you'd like to see what I'm up to these days, here are the best spots to find me. Lots of work, lots of projects, but mostly lots of love and joy, thankful every day for my beautiful life here in Germany.


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May 23, 2021

Why I Chose the J&J Vaccine

FULL Disclaimer: I am NOT a medical professional and I wholeheartedly believe that every individual has to process their own decisions about all vaccinations, including their own moral and ethical stances on the current vaccines available during the CoVid-19 pandemic.

Vaccines freak me out.

The more I learn about them and the giant pharmaceutical companies that produce them, the less I trust the entire system.


I already felt this way in 2019, so maybe you can imagine my brain going to all the horrible places starting last March, 2020.

I went directly to the "worst-case-scenario," that any vaccine against a global pandemic would probably end up being the prophesied "Mark of the Beast" from the book of Revelation in the Bible.

My personal stance for the majority of the pandemic was: I will not be vaccinated.

I am a thirty-five year-old woman with no serious health issues in my history or heritage who has a physically activity job in sports.

I still do not think that I am at a high risk of dying from CoVid-19. I understand that the offered vaccines are simply that: a probable protection from dying from CoVid-19, not necessarily protection from contracting the virus itself.

In the months and weeks leading up to my first trip to America in April, I talked with at least fifty different people around my age about the pros and cons about the various vaccine options. I was asking if they planned on getting vaccinated, which vaccine, where, how, random logistics, if symptoms were experienced...ALL the questions.

I learned to suppress my doomsday rhetoric as it became more clear that: a) the vaccine proof would not be marked on the forehead or the hand, b) there was not one single "monopoly" vaccine, and c) many of my Christian friends were not worried about it.

I was originally convinced that getting the Johnson & Johnson vaccine would be the swiftest solution, what with only coming to the USA for two weeks at a time. However, it was never very clear to me on where to get this specific vaccine and/or how to find it in the small amount of time I would have available to me while in America. (Vaccines in Germany are finally gaining momentum, but back in March, the future looked pretty bleak.)

When the J&J vaccine went on pause, I was back at square one.

Finally, I was able to accept a tentative plan that involved intricate date planning, accessing whatever vaccine Walmart would be offering at the end of my first trip to Georgia in order to facilitate the right amount of possible days until the next appointment (pending Pfizer or Moderna shots) near the start of my second trip to California.

Needless to say, I was a bit overwhelmed by the whole "hoping for it all to work out" kind of attitude.

While visiting my family in Georgia, I decided I really wanted to check if I had the virus antibodies already. Marc and I were consistently amazed over the past year that, while we were being generally careful, we knew we couldn't be so perfect as to insure our safety from exposure to the virus. We began to wonder if indeed we had already had it, and that was perhaps why we weren't getting sick ever.

I went to CVS Pharmacy and took the antibodies test with two really great nurses. I had to wait with them for around ten minutes for my result, and we were all chatting through our experiences with the testing during the pandemic. Towards the end of waiting for the result to process, the head nurse casually mentioned, "Oh yeah, we just started the Johnson & Johnson shot in our store this week again! You can walk right over there and get it!"

Immediately, my head went into all the possible pros and cons of having surprising instant access to the single-shot J&J vaccine.

I had read all the articles about why the J&J vaccine had gone on pause; women aged 18 to 50 had the risk of blood clotting. I fell right into that risk group. 

If I got the shot tomorrow, I would have seven days at my parents' house before getting onto four planes to travel back to Germany. You know, long plane rides where we are all at risk for blood clotting.

If I was going to do this, I needed to make a decision within the next few hours in order to schedule an appointment for the next day.

If I didn't take this shot tomorrow, I was going to be at the mercy of Walmart where whatever vaccine they could offer me in Georgia in May might not be the same follow-up shot at a Walmart in California in June.

More and more news was coming out about how having a vaccine meant less quarantine time, less restrictions, and less complications. Mask-mandates have not really been relevant to my happiness, so that was neither here nor there.

This was a time and opportunity situation, a game-time decision.

I chose to get the Johnson & Johnson vaccine for my freedom.

I chose to be vaccinated so my family and friends wouldn't have to worry about my presence after international travel. I chose to be vaccinated so I could feel a little less worried about if there would be a next time I would get to see my family again. Because, yes, in the nearly year and a half of a global pandemic, I was terrified that this cute expat plan of ours could fail miserably with us trapped in Europe without the rumored "vaccine passports" to travel and no way to ever see our families or friends again.


If that nurse at CVS hadn't mentioned J&J, I would have had no idea it was an option. She wasn't even advertising or pushing it, it was just an organic part of a pandemic conversation.

The pharmacist who administered my shot the next day asked me if I was really sure I wanted this vaccine because I was in the risk group. I asked him a couple of more questions about it, then committed to it. I was thankful just the same that he took the time to make sure I was sure.

The actual shot was done really well. I waited by choice for fifteen minutes in the CVS Pharmacy area, then went home with my mom who had driven me. We had all cleared the day to make sure I wouldn't had anything strenuous to do and could just sit around drinking water.

About seven hours after my 11:30 AM shot, I got really tired and went to bed early. It was then I realized I was coming down with a fever for the first time in a year and a half. We monitored it with water, aspirin, and the thermometer (which, by the way, Marc and I do not have, so it was an extra godsend to feel crappy at my parents' house). The 101 degree Fahrenheit fever came and went twice throughout the night, always breaking back to the right body temperature. I took it easy again the next day and only experienced some mild nausea in the afternoon.

I had a sore shoulder for about five days, but always had at least 90% range of motion. So I know from my other friends that my muscle soreness was very mild; I was able to do most everything, including holding a baby and a toddler without any problems.


The riskiest part of choosing to be in this giant global vaccine experiment was having to get on airplanes within a week of receiving the shot. I have never exercised so much on a plane! 

Obviously, I survived the two-ish week awareness time for blood clotting, and am now fully vaccinated.

I completely understand that many people in my situation would probably not have made the same decision as I did, but it was the right decision for me. Even if I had suffered a serious side effect afterwards, I had already accepted that it was the right decision to get this vaccine when I did for my life situation.

We do not yet know any of the possible long-term effects of receiving any of the vaccines. We do not yet know if we will need annual booster shots. We do not yet know if the various vaccines can be mixed. We do not yet know if all the vaccines work against ever-growing number of the virus variants.

I feel very grateful and privileged to have had access to choose which vaccine I wanted to use. I am thankful that when I visit my friends in California, I will not have to worry about quarantining away from them, taking extra corona tests to be sure, or need to be tested to re-enter Germany at the end of my trip. I will be able to return to work right away in June without quarantine (I quarantined returning from Georgia because my vaccine was not at its two-week mark yet).


Whether you choose to be vaccinated now or later or never, and whatever vaccine you do or do not choose, just make sure of this: you know your decision as a deeply personal conviction and you accept the consequences of whatever decision you are making. Because, unfortunately, ALL of our decisions about vaccines come with risks and consequences. There is not 1000% right answer or way to manage all of this.

I chose my vaccine because of the freedoms it would afford me the most quickly and efficiently as an expat in sports who loves to travel.

Thanks to my family and friends for your wisdom, guidance, support, and even in-person care during my vaccine journey. I hope you are staying safe and our lives can slowly creep back to more normalcy.

Praying for you always!


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March 18, 2021

Volleyball in Your Bones

"I love volleyball!" She passionately explained. "I will go anywhere. I will do anything."

*   *   *  Six months later...  *   *   *

"I hate it here. This is not volleyball. I don't need this [fill in the blank: team, money, location, culture, community, etc.]."

What changed?! 

Or, better phrased: what was it about the idea of "volleyball" that you thought you loved?

Sadly enough, this conversation has happened at least once every year (and usually four or five times) in the decade I have lived abroad playing and coaching volleyball. It is such a normalized annual discussion at this point that I just accept the players' feelings of loss and simply redirect them toward their next life steps.

Maybe you are also a volleyball player or coach, maybe even just a fan. 

(Americans: check it out! Our country isn't lacking a pro league anymore! Please support AU Pro Sports in any and every way you can so the league can continue to pick up momentum and continue!!!)

When you pick up a volleyball, what do you feel? 

What do you think about?


These players who seem to so quickly "give up on their dreams" will tell us true and wonderful stories about championships, best friends, team bonding, coaches better than parents, adoring fans, brand-new sponsored equipment and gear, school spirit, pushing themselves and their teammates to their physical limits, and a hundred other awesome memories. It is almost always essentially a story about supportive community and/or individual accomplishment.

Take. It. All. Away.

Take away the glamour of stardom, the glitter of the trophies, and the hearing your name from the stands. Take away your last name and favorite number on your jersey, the perfectly fitting new shoes, and the multiple travel outfit options. Take away the coach who cares, your teammate-roommates, and anyone you meet asking you about the game. Take away the clean court, your personal locker, and even the basic safety and health resources.

It's all gone.

What do you have left?

You have a round leather blue and yellow ball and a pair of metal poles tied together with strings in a space the size of a small apartment.

This is the stripped down version of what volleyball actually is. 

Do you still love it?

Why does anyone quit any sport, at any age, at any level?

The most simplified reason is that either the sport or the athlete did not meet the expectations the athlete held, and the athlete was not willing to adjust to whatever the actual reality was.

And the reality of "volleyball" is that it is just some equipment and a set of overly complicated rotations and ever-changing rules. It is everything and everyone around volleyball that makes players, coaches, and fans alike fall in love with what they define as "volleyball."

You know what I feel when I pick up a volleyball?

Sacrifice. Pain. Joy. Frustration. Relief. Gratefulness.

I feel everything. So much of my life and world exists because of volleyball, that I cannot separate the good from the bad, and that is what makes my emotions about volleyball extremely real and always accessible, no matter the situation.

What do I think about when I pick up a volleyball? (Yes, it is a different answer.)

I think about math, especially the angles and spaces derived from geometry. 

I think about time in relevance to music, how the timing of every movement and touch can create chaos or the crescendo of a point. 

I think about art and the expression of connected humanity and physicality being displayed in ugly or beautiful ways. 

I think about theology and how the worldview of each person in the gym contributes more than we can understand to our interactions, communication, effort, and values.

I think about dance, and the choreography of footwork and hand-eye coordination of individual players and how we move collectively as a group in or out of rhythm.

Yes, I really think these things on a daily basis, both in the planning and execution of practices and games. And I enjoy it.

Volleyball is my place.

It didn't matter before how many bad experiences or injuries I had, or how many teammates I did or didn't get along with, or if I won or lost. It didn't matter before, and it won't matter later. 

I belong here. 

Many -- dare I say, most -- players do not have this depth of feeling and thought associated with volleyball in its most barest form of the ball, net, and court. I really believe more coaches, and especially career volleyball coaches, do feel and think these things as I do. All of the responses are valid and fine; it is simply a situation where each individual must be super honest with themselves about what volleyball actually IS, and in that basic form, what it actually means to them.

"Non-USA Volleyball" is NOT for everyone. My playing and coaching careers have been VERY different abroad compared to my time spent in colleges, high schools, and junior highs. 

Trying to find the exact same combination of experiences that an elite athlete had at a D1 university with a happy team who won all the time is like trying to find the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.

A very, very select few can find this rare treasure. In fact, so few find it, we may as well call them the leprechauns of volleyball.

What I can tell you is that it is possible to find an actual rainbow! 

And we all know that a rainbow only shows itself after: the rain.

I love volleyball in a deep and irrevocable way. This will be a love that I carry in my heart and mind until the day I die. Volleyball can love me or hate me, but it won't matter. I will be there and find all of the ways to continue to spend time with the sport that I love.

I was warned at a young age to not make my sport a god or idol in my life. I have spent a lot of time thinking about whether my love for volleyball has become an object of my worship or has kept its place as just something that I do.

I have tried to get away from volleyball and do other things. I tried to major in journalism, I tried to teach physical education, I tried to teach English, and I tried to create any kind of career in travel/tourism. But every single time, whatever I attempted, it always faded in comparison to what was possible with volleyball and where my heart and mind actually thrived.

This does not inform me that volleyball is my idol. Rather, volleyball is exactly where the only true God has called me to exist and to serve Him. 

Volleyball is where I worship God the most. He has embedded it into the structure of my being for His purpose.

You can tell me you love volleyball [or fill in the blank] all you want.

But is it in your bones?


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February 25, 2021

7 Reminders How To Travel From Home

Yes, we are still very much house-bound, and it has almost been a year!

Alas, do not despair! I would hope that by now, we have all discovered our best ways to cope with the pandemic situation in our home life, relationships, and habits. I know we all haven't managed it perfectly (I doubt with the roller coaster of emotions, this would ever have been possible), but throughout the ups and downs, we are sure we have all learned a lot!


To encourage my fellow travel-lovers, here is a blog for us to remember how we can still "travel" from our homes. We don't know how long the pandemic will continue at this point, but we can focus on what we can control from home and how we spend our time. And I am not ashamed to say I am spending my time dreaming of new trips, new places, and new adventures!!!

1. Reading 

This is an obvious one, but it is still far and beyond the best way to travel to faraway lands while sitting on your couch. Books have been the starting point of travel for many of us since a young age, and are still there to comfort, encourage, and inspire us! Grab your favorite travel re-read, or hit up an online bookstore to journey to somewhere you have never been before. If you really want to get into it, create a low-key travel book club with some friends and send each other voice messages or videos talking about the book (another alternative is to do a zoom book club, but I think we are all a bit burned out from zooming at this point).

We've all got eBooks to share and explore! 

Swags' eBooks & Resources

2. Recording Vlogs

It does take the right combination of personality and ego to makes these public, but it is also totally okay to keep video logs as your own personal video diary. You can talk about how you're feeling, all the things you're doing (or not doing) everyday, and speak freely about what you wish you were doing instead. Maybe once you have recorded a few and re-watched them, you will realize that someone may actually benefit from sharing time with your "confessional," and you could decide to publish your vlogs after all!

You can check out my Bible reading vlogs here: 

"Bible w/ Swags"

3. Re-discovering Local

If we have not become professional walkers in our neighborhoods by now, we have some serious catching up to do. Sure, our local hangouts like restaurants and bars might not be fully functional, but the streets and nature are always open! I have spent more time admiring architecture and wandering around forests this past year than I ever thought I would. It's a lot of open time to think (or even talk, when walking with a friend or partner) and really observe our actual surroundings. Wherever we live is also considered a travel destination for people not from there (yes, even Vilsbiburg!), so it is worth the moments to appreciate where we got stuck during the pandemic are blessed to live.


4. Re-evaluating Routines

I honestly doubt anyone's life looks exactly the same as it did in February 2020. When the pandemic locked us down in mid-March, I quickly adapted into a daily routine of communicating with clients/family, exercising, writing, and preparing myself and my teams for the next steps. By mid-April, I changed jobs and everything went haywire. All that to say, I know how hard it is to create and maintain a routine without the structure of consistent work or a social life. I had really low motivation to workout for several months, and my jeans were a rude reminder. 


When we locked down again in Germany in November, I vowed to myself that I was going to come out of this lockdown better instead of worse. It is still a work in progress, but I am now energized and optimistic, and getting in my reading, writing, and exercising everyday!

5. Refining Packing Skills

I KNOW not everyone is obsessed with packing perfectly as I am. But what better time to practice minimalism than when you have free time on that free weekend with nowhere to go? I have already sifted through my closet to pick out the clothing I haven't worn as much to retire on my next trip (summer?). I have always found that the easiest way to pack light is to start with a smaller bag. So, if you're looking for a quirky challenge in the next weeks or months, I challenge you to take your smallest rolling suitcase and/or a medium-sized backpack and pack it as if you're going somewhere for a long weekend. I think you can pleasantly surprise yourself with how much less you can actually pack! If you want to take it literally a step further, take whatever you have packed and go on that daily walk around your neighborhood to see if the weight and manageability of the bag is sustainable with long periods of movement.

Backtrack into my favorite ways to pack with my 

Pack & Plan series!



6. Re-visiting the Past

This may seem like a nostalgic cop-out, but we have all taken thousands upon thousands of photos during our trips in order to... forget about them?! NO! We took those pictures to remember, and if we cannot travel now, that does not negate the travels we have already enjoyed! Dig deep into your archives and make it a daily or weekly "adventure" to setup the pictures in each folder as a slideshow (usually just a button in the folder options, or also a button in Facebook albums) and really go back in time to that wonderful trip. True, it may make us miss the ability to travel a little bit more, but the memories will also nourish us with all the emotions and stories we had experienced then and bring us some fresh perspectives and laughs even now.

2011 nostalgia at it's finest: #SwagsFirst3Months series on Instagram

7. Relaxing

I mean, a lot of vacations have the sole purpose of relaxing! We try to find local spas to relax in when we visit other cities, so guess what our bathroom has become! It was easy to find nice candles, soaps, massage oils, etc., and we made our basic bathroom its own oasis. Just because a place is ordinary or familiar, doesn't mean we can't use our own imaginations and creativity to make it somewhere extraordinary and somewhere we look forward to spending time.


I have planned some trips to the USA for the spring... fingers crossed that they can actually come to fruition!

What other ideas do you have for "traveling" from the comforts of home? 
Do you have any actual trips planned for 2021 yet? 

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November 30, 2020

20 Things the Pandemic Made Me Do

So, Leute.

I think, at this point, we can safely assume that ALL of us have different lives since the pandemic has been affecting everyone for about nine months now.



In the air of Taylor Swift's "Look What You Made Me Do," here are 
20 Things the Pandemic Made Me Do.

#1
Go to the bathroom just to cough.
(The walls aren't soundproof, but the glares are at least avoided.)

#2
Wear ALL my winter clothes as soon as it started raining or the temperature dropped below 60 degrees F.
("You look like an Eskimo." "Yes, yes, I do. A corona-free Eskimo.")

#3
Keep my mask on to cover acne.
("What?! Oh, I just forgot to take it off...")

#4
Judge people for blowing their nose in public. 
(Read #1: that's what the bathroom is for!)


#5
Re-watch Netflix's Virgin River series. 
(For those of you who can't imagine this being an actual place, anyone who has lived in the true Northern California can attest to the fact that these stories can be more than real!)


#6
Buy flowers for my house.
(I have always been adamantly against decorations and flowers. Enter 2020 with Emily in Paris, exit previous life rules.)


#7
Do a Giveaway on Instagram. AND promoting charities!
(I literally hate sharing. HATE IT. Now I am giving my money and treasured Christmas mugs away.)


#8
Vote.

#9
Shop online.
(Maybe because of #7, I feel the need to replace what is being sent off?)

#10
Ask my parents to send a care package from the USA.
(They haven't shipped me anything from America since, like, 2012 because of the high cost and I have managed super efficient trips for goods. Not anymore!)

My one day outside of Germany in 2020.
#11
Imagine I am walking around all of those city-tripping places I would normally go to, instead of just Vilsbiburg.
(Normally, I would spend December marching around Christmas markets. Now I get to access the deep reserves of my memories and creativity.)

#12
Buy wrapping paper and actually wrap Christmas gifts for the first time since 2010.
(So much for experiences trumping presents! This year presents are king and the experience is the wild card of it all.)


#13
Start Christmas insanity in October.
(What was the point of waiting?!)


#14
Learn how to administer CoVid-19 rapid tests.
(I make everyone call me Dr. Swags now.)

#15
Not reply to personal emails.
(I don't know why this ended up being a side effect of the pandemic, but my inbox has never been this overflowing and ignored.)


#16
Walk through the Vilsbiburg cemetery.
(Really. First time in five and a half years, and even after my mom loved it when they visited last October.)


#17
Finish my postcards wall collage...again.
(Realized it was better to post the cards on a poster to the wall, instead of directly onto the wall.)


#18
(I swear I did it for the kids...)


#19 
Need to paint mermaid nails.
(Just another one of those things that is, all of a sudden, way more important than it ever was before.)


#20
Ride a thrift-store bicycle with flat tires all over Vilsbiburg.
(Kind of not hating it so much anymore!)


I won't lie, I was more hoping that the pandemic would "make me" write more books. And while I definitely got around to reading much more than usual, my writing has been so pandemic-focused. It was difficult to dig into creative stories without the filter of the pandemic shading them. I have been both pleasantly surprised by some of my new activities, as well as annoyed by some changes, but all for the best.

I have said it for several months now, and I will say it again: what we all need the most for ourselves and for each other these days is GRACE. So I have forgiven myself for wanting to buy pretty flowers, I have forgiven the kids who don't have the emotional energy to come to volleyball practice, and I am regularly forgiving myself and everyone else around me for stressed words, overreactions, and under-reactions. 

Hope you are staying safe and well, and please be careful and wise with more holidays approaching!!!


What are some "out-of-character" things the pandemic has made you do? 
Do you think you will keep these new habits up, 
or avoid them if and/or when life gets more back to normal?

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September 23, 2020

September 2020 Update From Deutschland

It's hard to write these days.

In August, I averaged sixty-five hours per week working the preseason for my new volleyball team and job. Loved it, but, of course, that is not sustainable, nor necessary!


September rolled around, and with the start of school, we did not have double day trainings anymore. What a relief! There has still been an extra amount of workload due to finishing all season preparations, managing corona regulations, and adding another team to the mix, but, all in all, I can definitely affirm that I am in the right place doing the things I have been trained to do my entire life.

Granted: I do have to do most of it in German! 

But another reason, besides a very real lack of time, that it's difficult to bring myself to type out what's in my brain is because I don't really know what's in my brain right now.

Do any of us?!

We are all scrambling around, literally trying to survive in a pandemic with no honest end in sight, and here we are, pretending like everything is quasi-normal and playing volleyball.

We had our first match in the Germany 2nd division on Sunday. It felt familiar, but it also felt weird. Kind of like running into someone you used to know before they experienced a traumatic life event. You know what to say and do, but there is this hesitation of caution before every moment.

With infections rising globally, it has seemed like the collective human response at this point has been that the economy (also known as money) carries more value than any single human being.

Tell it like it's real.

THIS SUCKS.

Yeah, I got to keep my job and work through the pandemic. I know I am one of the lucky ones. I also know that if and when anyone in our league or club tests positive for CoVid-19, nearly all of those sixty-five hour work weeks for preparation I put in will go down the drain.

We are our own cautionary tale, and we just keep showing up each day, writing the next page of the story and hoping we will just be allowed to write on the next page the next day.

During the quarantine/lockdown phase of CoVid-19 in Germany (approximately mid-March through May), I thought and wrote about many things.

I really believed that having sport and "regular life" unexpectedly ripped away from us would generate a newfound appreciation and level of gratitude for experiencing anything resembling "normal" again.

Oh, how quickly we forget! How quickly we take these gifts of jobs, hobbies, studies, going to a restaurant, hanging out with friends, and traveling for granted!

Aside from the obvious time spent with my husband, I have literally counted on one hand how many times I have had a real hug since March. I don't consider myself a person who needs physical affection at all, but I just want to hug my friends. My teammates. My players.

I have kept it together. I have had to. I have teenagers and pro players and kids and friends and family members who need emotional stability from someone. That someone is me. 

I have always maintained a sense of urgency and a kind of desperation to the way I have lived my life since I was a teenager. I can see some people watching me and clearly thinking how overly dramatic or obsessively passionate or just plain weird I am.

And maybe I really am all of those things.

But I know one thing is for sure. I care. I care SO MUCH it hurts. I care that people are experiencing true and horrible suffering physically, emotionally, and financially all over the world. I care that these kids who are having to live through this era are getting worn down day by day. I care that we as humans are being exposed for our lack of decency and poor priorities.

I care so much that I hate it when I see people who don't care.

If I would have stayed in America, I would have become a lawyer or a politician. I would have cared too much to just sit around and let the bad guys keep winning.

I don't know why God chose my path to be much more fun and cute with volleyball, but that is where He has put me, so I will care here. I will care about keeping my players safe. I will care about creating authentic volleyball experiences for my players. I will care about doing the right thing.

Because when this is ever all said and done, I want to be able to say that I did the best I could for the people placed in my life at this time. 

Whoever is in your "circle of exposure" these months: take care about these people. They are in your life right now for a reason, and you are in theirs. Make it count.

I look forward to hugging you soon.

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July 25, 2020

German Swag 101: The Integrated Immigrant - Americans

The only reason I knew about the Ballinstadt Museum in Hamburg was because it was advertised on the back of a city map that someone left at our apartment after a visit. I can’t for the life of me remember who went through Hamburg on their way to us, but there was the map in my travel keepsakes box, calling me north. I opened the map for the first time on the last leg of my train journey, and the Ballinstadt Emigrant Museum immediately spurred my interest.


What a totally cool and unique experience this museum is! There was an entire compound village in this area that Albert Ballin — son of Danish-Jewish immigrants to Germany — built to house and prepare Germans for their grand voyage across the ocean to the New World. This compound functioned throughout the nineteenth century and just until the 1930s when the Nazis came to power.


Over 5 million Germans journeyed from Hamburg during this time period, many of whom are the reason some crazy percentage of over 60% of white Americans have German heritage. My natural assumption based on our school history classes was that white Americans descended mostly from British heritage. Not. Even. Close.


Living in Germany has taught me SO many things about my own heritage and also more history about America. Like about beer culture and why more breweries have German-derivative sounding names. About dinner time being appropriately on time at 5 p.m. About being early as a virtue. Kindergarten, meat and potatoes, the way white people garden and landscape, the reason older interior design was NOT open-concept, and so many other unnoticed things we take for granted as part of American culture. 


Well. It came from somewhere else. In fact, WE came from somewhere else. With the never-ending tide of arguments on immigration policy in the United States, it would serve us well to think hard back to our ancestors. Ballinstadt does just that: it takes you back.


There is absolutely a high chance that my ancestors walked through the very same emigration halls on their way to America. We all come from somewhere, and most of my heritage can be traced to Germany and Ireland. One of my maternal ancestors, Mattheus Schoch, came to Pennsylvania from Germany to work as an indentured servant for several years before securing his free status.


These people — just as real as you or me — took very real risks and made huge sacrifices to uproot their entire lives to pursue what would hopefully be a brighter future for themselves and their families.


Once they got on the ship, there was no turning back. Some wouldn’t survive the trip, some boats sank, and, for sure, not everyone found what they were looking for upon their arrival.




But The American Dream was such a powerful concept to draw literally millions of people away from their homeland. I understand that my own move back to the Old World is a bit of a reverse ideal, but I like to think that I am honoring my heritage by now speaking German and representing America back in the home country.


These questions surrounding Lady Liberty are very poignant to me because I have been asked the same questions as an immigrant in France and Germany. I can actually relate to the anxiety of making sure the question is understood to produce the correct answer and the stress of knowing that one wrong move could prevent my papers from being approved. From emigrant status in your home country to immigrant status in your new country, there is a huge shift in acceptance and support. An emigrant leaves their home country usually with a slap on the back, cheers, and “good for you’s” all around. An immigrant arrives in their new country to difficult paperwork in another language, suspicious border control officials, and a severe lack of easy access to resources.



For our personal arrivals to new countries, simple tasks like getting a doctor appointment or asking for directions became overwhelmingly difficult. It took three months to get an internet connection. We drank tea for medicine when our imported supply ran out. We gave up trying to find super specific ingredients in stores. If we couldn’t figure it out on our own or through a local friend, whatever it was had to become part of the past. New solutions were found; we had to adapt.


And our immigration story has been EASY, compared to most accounts. For as stressful and frustrating as our journey has been over the past decade, we are very grateful for our experience and aware that most immigrants to many modern countries have not had the same opportunities or connections as we have had. 


This display reminds its readers, “Don’t forget your German language!” As 21st century Americans, we do not realize how much World War I and World War II severely impacted our cultural heritage. Take the time to do some research on German settlements, schools, and churches in America before World War I struck. The Midwest was basically German. After WWI, there was a push for more “Americanization” and German culture in America began to diminish. By the time Hitler shoved his way to the front of global uproar, speaking German in America became seen as anti-American. 


This poster is interesting for WAY too many reasons.


Basically, from 1914 until 1945, the German heritage in America transitioned to melding with other white European heritages with the English language, but retained so much of the cultural tendencies I mentioned earlier in this post.


I don’t mind being an immigrant. In most ways, I get to identify as an “expatriate,” which is essentially a snobby way to say “successful immigrant.” I wish it were easier for everyone who wants to live and work in another country to get the right documentation. I have been undocumented before, and it is not fun or exciting. 

For Americans, it is easy to jump on the anti-immigration bandwagon because “they will steal our jobs,” “they won’t pay taxes,” “they don’t speak English,” etc. It would do us well to remember the reality of our ancestors who were also likely discriminated against and not trusted when they entered the American Dream. Just because we “feel” American due to decades or even centuries of integration and forgetting the past, does not change the fact that most of our “American” ancestors were born from immigrants. Our family trees are FULL of immigrants; these people made the decisions that ended up allowing us our American status! 

Can we imagine if these German immigrant families had been separated—children from parents—upon entry into their “better future” in the United States?!

It would do us even better to remember the reality that the white American ancestry stole the land from, enforced taxes upon, and mandated English and religious learning for the actual Native Americans and indigenous peoples of the Americas.

America was born on borrowed [stolen] land. Since we are not going to give it back anytime soon, then it only makes sense to share it with the same kind of brave people as our Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Great-Grandfathers, like Mattheus Schoch.


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July 20, 2020

Choosing To Travel Again... Carefully

I was supposed to be on a beach in Barcelona.


By now, I should have also gotten to visit my friends in the South of France, eaten my annual way through Paris, road tripped with my cousin through the Midwest, and met my nearly one-year-old nephew. 


I think we all have a list like this right now. That list of what our plans had been for the past five months before literally our entire world flipped over sideways. 

There is a strong chance I will be in one country for the entire year of 2020. The last year that happened was in 2010, when I was actually really content to just explore the USA because my home country was already big enough to last a lifetime. Volleyball opened up the entire world for me, and now the global pandemic has closed it all up again. 

I don’t moan and groan over not getting to travel. I am more frustrated when my PLANS are interrupted. Sometimes, yes, those plans are travel; but plans with my teams, friends, and families were what really suffered. Places are nice, but people are why I travel to 90% of the places I go to. 

I know I make it look all fun and adventure-y, but what you don’t see on Instagram are the six plus hours in the day just sitting or walking around talking, talking, talking. Catching up. Complaining about problems. Figuring out solutions. Making jokes about the problems and solutions. Telling old stories. Making up new stories. Eating our memories. And laughing. SO MUCH laughing. True, we can still manage this element of basic shared communication via the unbelievable technological resources at our fingertips. But we all know it’s not the same. 

Instead of going to France during Easter vacation, I quit my old job and started a new one. Instead of going to the USA during the Pentecost vacation, I started beach volleyball practices and organized an entire season that we still aren’t 100% certain will come to fruition. Instead of going to Barcelona with Marc this week, I ended up taking the train to Hamburg. 

Why Hamburg? Basically, anything north of where we live is always on the backburner. Northward is not an option during the Christmas break, and by the time summer does roll around, we want to be at a beach or a pool and expect the sun to blaze all day long. I have a pretty list of cities like Copenhagen, Stockholm, Malmo, Gdansk, Dublin, Belfast, Moscow, St. Petersburg, Tallinn, etc., that I would love to visit someday...as long as conditions are favorable. 

While traveling outside of Germany is technically possible at the moment, it just didn’t seem like a good idea. The further I would travel, the more likely I would need to take an airplane. Other countries could end up on a required quarantine list after my return, and I would not have fourteen days to sit around while preseason was starting. So I took a glance northward, and Hamburg won. 


The hand sanitizer that had been accompanying me on trips for a decade took on a whole new value. I thought about how maybe I should try to match my mask with my clothes. I realized I would have to be super selective about my sightseeing plans even more than usual. I contacted various restaurants to make sure they would be open. I emailed where I was staying in advance and got tested for the virus before I left. 


I can say that while it did not take a significantly more amount of effort than normal, it did present a lot more anxiety! I have been thinking about timing, distancing, and being much more attentive to the people I am around.

[Side note: is anyone else concerned none of us may have fingerprints after all the hand washing and sanitizing?] 

It is overwhelming to be in a huge city again with so many people around. But I am taking my time, keeping my distance as best as possible, and wearing my mask. I feel generally safe as the majority of the population is making the same precautionary efforts as me. 


In the meantime, it felt absolutely awesome to get to plan a trip again and to wander around a new place.


I hope that when you are comfortable and allowed to travel again, that you can feel safe, happy, and grateful. Let’s not take our freedom of movement for granted ever again! 

More on Hamburg to come soon...

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