well, now Luke my friend

I have a love-hate relationship with my name. The whole dang thing is hard to say and spell and doesn't flow. Growing up I told myself it was cool to have a unique name all whilst desperately trying to get a nickname that wasn't "Anawee."

Sometimes I like to pretend my name has some meaning to make up for the time wasted trying to spell my email address over the phone before I give up and say What's yours and I'll email you. In Washington, someone asked if I was named after The Weight by The Band so I went with it.

Yes, my parents named me after a song. It was either Analee or Crazy Chester.

(I'm not a linear story teller. I don't know how I will get you guys to the place we are going but if you hang in there, we'll get there.
If you are unfamiliar with The Weight, I'm about to make a left hand turn, and it would be alright with me if you followed this link to listen to the excerpt or google The Weight Lyrics to try and unpack the "Crazy Chester" reference.
Once you've taken that mental break come on back and finish the post, I will not promise it will be more interesting than analysing lyrics from a song I wasn't named after but maybe you are bored and need something to read.)

I kinda like the meaning of this song.
How life sometimes hands you more than you bargain for and more than you can swallow. (Amen?) I don't fully subscribe to the cliche "God doesn't give you more than you can handle."
Not too sure God hands out challenges like dealing cards, rather you just happened to come upon a rain storm and maybe it will last just a minute and you won't get soaked and then again maybe it will last an hour and your lawn will get a nice soaking.
Life is pretty random and not always spectacular.

Melissa pointed out I only blogged once in October. (I'll take a second here to mention she hasn't blogged in THREE months, but no judgement here) While looking back on October for a wee re-cap post - October wasn't terrible, nostalgia has already taken hold. But then I read all the posts I started, posted, re-read and took down. Eeesh. I wasn't happy. I was
stressed
sad
overwhelmed
exhausted

I'm not saying I don't want readers/biographical historians to know the truth of this past year. (Truth: it has been doo doo) But this is why I don't like to post the freak-out posts:

in the moment The Weight is too much, but it doesn't linger.

Maybe I only say this because I see a  faint spec of light at the end of the tunnel.
Maybe later today we will be in the middle of more rain
or maybe no rain at all.