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July was the month of long-time friends.  I attended my 20th (!!!) high school reunion, so I got to catch up with who-is-where-and-doing-what and meet their kids (I repeat – !!!).  I had dinner with a few people I hadn’t talked to in a while, even though they live right here in town, and I had some friends over for margaritas and build-your-own nachos.  I saw my friend Michelle, who is stateside for a couple of months before she heads back to China.  I had dinner last night with two of my former roommates Sharon and Margat and their kids. I said farewell to my friend Tomomi who moved back to Japan.

Good friends.  Good times.

General Highlights:

I applied and interviewed for a full-time teaching position at the school where I teach, but it went to another candidate.  It did me the favor of thinking about what I like about what I do and what I want to change about it for the classes that I do have, even if I’m still teaching in a part-time capacity.  So while it was not the outcome for which I was hoping the most, it’s still okay.

I love wearing pearls.

I also love Ravelin’s black pepper and prosciutto loaf.

Denton.  Just all of it.  I’m so in love with this town in the summertime.

My Maggie is engaged!  Yay!

And I love finishing summer conferences!  I will be back in my building next Monday!

Books:

I loved The Paris Wife.  I read it, then I promptly watched Midnight in Paris and bought A Moveable Feast.  I just wasn’t ready to stop hearing this story.

I also read Snapper and The Cookbook Collector, both of which I enjoyed.  I got a solid kick in the pants from You Are A Writer, so I wrote a lot this month as well.

My favorite book of the month, however, was Bread and Wine.  In fact, this might be my favorite book of the year so far.  Food-infused memoirs are my best book friends, and this one resonated with pain and joy and life and abundance and…I just want to read it over and over again and buy it for everyone I know.

I have started so many books (ten, in fact) that I hope to finish within the next couple of weeks, so I’m sure I’ll have something to say about them.  A little Neruda, a little memoir, and some Blood, Bones, and Butter.

TV/Movies:

I started Season 5 of Doctor Who.  I know Matt Smith is the Doctor, and he’s good at it, and he brings his own special something to the role.  But did anyone else just keep waiting for the moment when he turned back into David Tennant?  No?  Just me, then?  Okay.  Never mind.  I’ll just be over here, wearing my “I ❤ David Tennant” sandwich board.

Then She Found Me was a cute movie.  I also heart Colin Firth.

Then I stopped watching Dr. Who because, again – why bother when there’s no David Tennant? – but also because someone sent me this video, forcing me to immediately go back and re-watch all of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip.  Such a good show.

And I know this is not a TV show or anything, but the Hump Day camel is my dad’s favorite commercial.  You should see how he acts when it comes on.

Food:

Breakfast quinoa, specifically with good maple syrup and blueberries, is pretty much my favorite thing right now.  It’s so delicious.

This cobbler was a big hit with Michelle, Tammy, and Matt.  It was a big hit with me, too.  I love peach cobbler, especially with peaches from Mom and Dad’s trees.  Also…bourbon.

July always seems to be pie month (observe from back in the day).  I made three different pies this month – strawberry rhubarb with gin in the crust, blueberry pie, and icebox lemonade-coconut milk pie, which turned out a little weird but still good, on account-a the coconut.

Pampered Chef’s Raspberry Habanero Sauce as a salad dressing.  I can’t even…I’m getting teary just thinking about how amazing this was.  I can hook you up if you want to experience it for yourself.

And the Twitter just informed me of something else I need to make immediately.  Homemade honeycomb, dipped in chocolate!?!?  WHAT?!?!?! I NEED IT!!!

The Intrawebs:

Clearly, this month I’ve gone  from occasionally seeing Joy the Baker repinned on Pinterest to following everything she does online.  I’m going to have to take up running again.  Maybe kickboxing, as I can do that inside and thus avoid risking heat stroke.  At any rate, something will have to be done to counteract this sudden spike in calories.

In other late-to-the-party news, I love Feminist Taylor Swift.

And I have loved Grumpy Cat since the beginning.  But this one makes me laugh and laugh.  And laugh and laugh.  And…well, you get it.

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This video – Geek Girls and the Doubleclicks – Nothing to Prove *nods*

Blog Love:

The blogosphere was on fire this month.  If you missed them, go.  Read.

Esther Emery – Lament

Sarah Bessey – In Which I Thank the Duchess of Cambridge

Sarah Bessey – In Which I choose to be a feminist in the way that Jesus would be a feminist

Abby Norman – The Fix That Won’t (four part series – do yourself a favor and read them all)

Kelley Nikondeha via A Deeper Story – Her Dreads

Rachel Held Evans – Why I Can’t Stay Angry

Adam McHugh via Preston Yancey’s An Everlasting Meal and a Moveable Feast series – Blood from a Stone

Preston Yancey – When This is About Insecurity and Writing Books

Addie Zierman – One Small Change series

Jessica Stein – Eucharist

Hilary Sherratt – Dear Hilary: Honor is not in a Tan LIne

Leigh Kramer – Nashville Doesn’t Love Me

I’m sure I’ll run across ten more that I loved so much.  If you wrote one of these posts, thank you.  You made my month.

So, that was a lot.  It was a good month.  It was a good month for others, too.  Read what they’re into at Leigh Kramer’s blog.

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Pie and…

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This little beauty is a thing that exists at my house right now.  But not for long, for it is tasty.  If one were to promise not to judge the terrifying state of my kitchen, one could come over for a slice.

It was a community effort.  I put hands to it, but I couldn’t have done it without the contributions of several others.  The pie crust and strawberry-rhubarb recipe are from Smitten Kitchen. The suggestion of replacing the vodka in the crust with gin, which complemented this filling beautifully, came from Preston Yancey (if you aren’t already reading his blog and counting the months until his book comes out, go on and check it out.  I’ll still be here when you get back.).  The rhubarb was a contribution of my sister and brother-in-law, because although I hear the word in a southern accent in my head, the plant apparently does not grow in our intense southern heat.  So they helped me search far and wide.  The wisdom of my mother, my go-to expert on all things pie, reverberated in my mind, telling me the exact moment to stop fooling with the dough, which always comes sooner than I anticipate.  Maggie fielded all my skeptical texts of “this looks too much like celery” and “this looks like the greasy crust we didn’t like that one time” and encouraged me to press on anyway.

All this help, swirling together against Beth Rowley’s rendition of Sunday Kind of Love and You’ve Got Me Wrapped Around Your Little Finger, which I’m convinced is how butter and sugar sound when you put them to music (especially if there’s also gin involved), produced one of the best things I’ve tasted this year.

I like doing things alone.  I prefer not to need others.  I prefer to go into a task, only depending on me, even when that doesn’t work out so well, because then at least I can chalk any bumps or ridges up to “Oh, well, I did my best – it was a lot for one person to handle,” rather than the ache of disappointment that I didn’t get the help I wanted – that I would have had “if only ____.”  I prefer not to be reminded of the “if only.”

I was told that I avoid community out of a fear of abandonment.  I admitted to a fear of being left, which sounded like agreement to me when I said it, but apparently it was not, as it inspired a rather spirited defense.  I suppose I downplayed the avoidance aspect, when that’s what they meant to be the theme of the conversation.  Anyway, it was an exhausting exchange.

Then pie happened.  And it took a whole lot of not-just-me to make it so.

It also took a measure of solitude.

It took both.  Both had value.  One did not take anything away from the other.  In fact, both were necessary.

I know that this post is disjointed.  I know that I’ve been quiet, but I’m starting to put to practice the idea of solitude and its value to community.  More later.

For now – pie.

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Well, it’s here.  Texas summer.  It took its merciful time getting to Denton, but this week it seems to be making up for lost time.  Goodbye, low utility bills.  I’ll miss you most of all.

June means:

– summer conferences in Housing

– having most of my conversations start with some variation of, “I haven’t seen you in so long – where have you been?”  Working.  Always, always working during the school year.  Summer means no teaching, though, which makes just working my full-time job feel like time off.

– summer cleaning (because it was too nice outside/too busy in the spring)

– snow cones

And all these things:

Books

Apparently I think I’m a young adult, because YA fiction is what I’ve been reading lately.

In June, I finished the latest in Cassandra Clare’s The Mortal Instruments series.  They’re…okay.  I would have enjoyed them more in a month when everything else I read was terrible, but that’s not really a recommendation, is it?  If you have to read poorly written things to appreciate something, maybe it’s best to advise others to skip it.  Especially if they happened to read something like Lord of the White Hell by Ginn Hale in the same month.  There’s just no comparison.

I also read Citrus County by John Brandon.  He writes dialogue well.  I can read just about anything with well-written dialogue.

My favorite book of the month was Will Grayson, Will Grayson.  I love John Green.  Every time I read another book of his for the first time, I gush and say, “This is my favorite book I’ve ever read of his!”  And it’s true every time, but it’s especially true with this one.  This is my favorite favorite.  I’ve never read anything else by David Levithan, but I certainly will now.

In July, I am actually reading books written for proper grown-ups (well, older ones, anyway):  The Paris Wife, Let the Great World Spin, The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks, Snapper, The Cookbook Collector, and I might finish A Storm of Swords and Quiet.  I also might start Infinite Jest.  Maybe.

Or maybe I’ll just catch up on TV.

TV is my boyfriend:

The only movie I watched this month (or last month, for that matter) was Friends with Kids.  It’s not new, but it had me at Adam Scott, whom I adore.

I haven’t even watched a lot of TV this month.  I finished the last season of The West Wing.  Yes, it was my first time.  I’m glad I waited until it was off the air, because I am pretty sure I would have been an emotional disaster if I had actually followed it as it was airing.  Just the whole time.  In related news, if anyone is looking for gift ideas for me, you’ll notice that I’ve provided a link in the previous line for your convenience. /shameless

Lately, I’ve been watching Dr. Who.  I’m about halfway through the fourth season.  The weeping angels are still the creepiest villains. *shudders*

And I haven’t been watching Game of Thrones, but I had to see what everyone was so upset about re: the wedding of doom.  Clearly, these upset fans have not read the books, or they’d be used to people dropping like flies (and don’t yell “Spoiler Alert” to me.  If you don’t know that a lot of people die in this story, you haven’t been paying attention, because…um…war).  I like that the episode inspired this (spoilery) and this (spoilery).

I can’t believe I missed the start of SYTYCD.  I love that show.  Fair warning – next month will probably include videos of dances that everyone just really needs to see.

Music:

At work, I have been rocking my Pandora stations, specifically the Build Me Up, Buttercup station and the Edith Piaf station.  You’re welcome, coworkers.

In my car, it’s been Melody Gardot and Madeleine Peyroux.

Food:

I’m taking Preston Yancey’s Sacramental Baking course, and I now am addicted to sourdough.  Seriously – I might have a problem.  A happy, delicious problem about which none of my friends are complaining.  You can throw just about anything into a loaf of sourdough.  Sundried tomato and olive is my current favorite.

It’s summer, though, so most of what I have been making are a thousand different salads.  My favorites in June were this Mediterranean couscous salad,  arugula pasta salad with chickpeas and goat cheese, and anything with this lemon garlic vinaigrette dressing,

I also bought Popsicle molds and made many frozen treats.  My favorites were vegan peach pie pops and vegan orange creamsicles.

I want to make this banana jam…and possibly roll around in it a little.

The Interwebs:

– The person who made this cake is pretty much my hero.

31 Unmistakable Signs that You’re an Introvert.  Yep.  If the crowd is too big, I will socialize with your cat.  And ONLY your cat.

My Imaginary Well-Dressed Toddler Daughter on Pinterest.

Jonalyn Fincher’s video response to Jessica Rey’s The Evolution of the Swimsuit

That about sums it up.  Looking for something else to read, watch, or generally be into?  Check out similar posts at Leigh Kramer’s blog!

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I love making lists.  I also love goal-setting.  Making New Year’s resolutions is like a drug to me.  I do it every year.

My resolutions this year were designed to give myself a break from the “stress” (if absolute joy is stressful) of having lists and keeping tabs on my progress.  Whatever need I felt at the time to do that…yeah, I’m over it.

So here is my revamp – mid-year – of my resolutions.  Some of you who have been around for a while will notice similarities to my resolutions from a few years ago – the “100 things” year.  I was re-reading those posts and remembering how much fun I had that year.  So I’m going to do it a little differently, but still…list-y.

(I am also going to include some things I’ve already done for these lists, because I don’t have a year at this point, and I am loathe to shoot myself in the foot from the onset)

I picked five things that make me happy/make me feel grounded and centered/make me feel like I’m actually doing something with my life besides waking, working, drinking coffee, and sleeping (not that there’s anything wrong with those things).

1.  Reading – 100 books.  I’ve already started on this goal, and Goodreads informs me that, while I have read 31 books so far, I am 15 books behind schedule.  But I will not be daunted.  I haven’t decided if I’m going to update every book that I read here, or if I will just give you what I love the most (or when I hated it and need to vent about it).  But you can follow me on Goodreads if you wish to get book-by-book updates, because that’s where I really keep up with it.

2.  Cooking – 100 new recipes.  My favorite thing about the “100 things” year was all the new recipes I tried.  Trying new things keeps me out of Food Rut, and this is important, because Food Rut is what puts me in the drive-through of Taco Bell, and nobody wins there (well, maybe the CEO of Taco Bell, but I think he’ll be okay).  I will update these here, because I will be super excited about them.  Fair warning – I am taking a Sacramental Baking Course.  Look for a post on my first sourdough when I get around to writing it.

3.  Writing – 100 hours.  Whether I’m blogging or working on one of the multiple fiction projects I have going on, I have to write to be sane.  I will be starting from scratch here, because I haven’t been logging my writing hours so far, but even starting now, I have twenty-eight weeks left of the year.  And November is National Novel Writing Month.  Even if it wasn’t, that’s only a little over three and a half hours a week.  The writing of this post puts me at 0.4 hours.  99.6 to go!

4.  Thanking – 100 admissions of gratitude.  Gratitude keeps me from being so cynical that I get sleepless and achy.  I may reminisce about a few of these, but wouldn’t it be wonderful if I had 100 MORE stories this year about how beautiful life can be?  Here are my first two, just from today:

4a.  I just got to encourage someone who assumed that a college degree was too lofty a dream for them to achieve that they could do it. That’s my favorite thing that’s happened this week.

4b.  This – oh, my soul – THIS.  Thank you, Jesus.  And more, please.

5.  Watching – 100 pictures.  Sometimes, I just go through my photos, and my day is better.  There will probably be way more than 100 pictures, and all of them might not make it to the blog.  But all of them will make it to the Facebook (here’s Spring and here’s Summer), where I basically live, so peruse and enjoy!

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What to do…

I am experiencing an ethical dilemma regarding the Starbucks shareholder drama. In a nutshell, several of my more conservative, evangelical friends are outraged at CEO Howard Schultz’s announcement to the shareholders that he does not support the traditional family and that people who are against gay marriage can sell their shares and take their business elsewhere, and they have decided to boycott Starbucks as a result.

My ethical dilemma is this:

I am all for people not supporting Starbucks.  But Schultz didn’t say that. Not actually. Not quite.

He never said that he doesn’t support what they define as the “traditional family.” He has never said that he does not support heterosexuals’ right to marry. He merely disputed the shareholder’s claim that their commitment to marriage equality was the reason that they lost business in the quarter after they made that announcement by pointing out that shareholders got a 38% return on their investment last year. He then said that if the shareholder in question was unhappy with the 38% return (again, not their stance on marriage, although he did make a point to reiterate their commitment to diversity), he was welcome to sell his shares of Starbucks and invest in another company.

Yes, Starbucks is a supporter of equal marriage rights. This is not news. It’s part of their commitment to “embracing diversity,” as you can hear Schultz himself say in this video. If they want to boycott based on that – fine. I will accept this course of action, and I will not point out their hypocrisy – that when others boycotted Chick-Fil-A for their CEO’s statement about marriage, these same people who are up in arms about Starbucks were the ones commenting on how silly it was that someone would boycott a company because they disagreed with their political views.

Oh, wait. I guess I did just point it out. Well, I won’t point it out to them.

Because on the one hand, people should get their facts straight before speaking out against someone or something.

But on the other hand, this just means more people NOT drinking Starbucks, and that makes me happy. There are plenty of good reasons not to support Starbucks. The most important one to me is that all of their coffee is not fairly traded, which means that a good portion of their product is produced by what basically amounts to slave labor. And yes, there are many products for which there is not a readily available, fair-labor option, but coffee is not one of those products. Anyone, anywhere, can buy fairly traded coffee with fairly little effort. And coffee drinkers with a conscience should be doing so.

So while the reason they’re boycotting is, well…stupid, I can’t quite bring myself to correct them and thus encourage them to continue supporting Starbucks.  After all, isn’t one of my New Year’s Resolutions not to get involved in Facebook drama?  I think I’m going to go ahead and hide behind that.

[Aside – I have noticed that most of my Catholic and Orthodox friends tend not to get involved in these things. I like that about them.]

Perhaps the real ethical dilemma is that I’m having way too much fun with this and being just a little bit catty about it. And on Holy Week. Shame on me.

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Fat Tuesday

My New Year’s Resolution has been enlightening. Annoying. Frustrating. And enlightening.

In focusing on a lot of things I want to stop doing, it has become more obvious what I want to start doing. I mean, I knew already what I wanted to start doing. Cooking at home more, eating better, actually going to the gym that I pay for or running or something at all active, writing every day, reading every day, living in a home that doesn’t look like some sort of natural disaster hit it…and the list goes on. There are moments of these things, but moments flee almost as soon as they arrive. I don’t just want moments of what I want my life to look like. I want a whole life of it.

The problem is that there are only so many hours in a day. Stupid time limits.

Lent for me has been a special time for increased reflection and mindfulness, and that will lend itself well to this process of whittling down what is extra to make room for what is good. The last month of following my resolutions has revealed a lot of things that I do that are just extras – things I do because I’m resting or restless or just wanting to do something but not too much, but that don’t necessarily add anything to my life other than pass the time. I am going to limit or eliminate these things altogether for the season. I won’t be playing Facebook games at all. I’ll be watching no more than one episode of TV a day (if that much) – so no weekend marathons for Lent. Those are the two main things that I do that don’t really add much to the pursuit of life as I want it to be, but I’m sure that there are others that Lent will reveal.

I think I am also going to cut out fast food for Lent. I might like it so much that I cut it out for good. I suspect that my eating it has a lot to do with my not doing a lot of other things (cooking, being active, etc.), so we’ll see how that goes. It may just turn into 40 days of soup, sandwiches, carrot sticks and bean dip, but we’ll see.

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So I joyously signed up for a 5K in February.  The Hot Chocolate Run.  Sounds easy and delicious, right?

Not when you haven’t run for over a year.

I can do half a mile, which isn’t bad for how terribly not-in-shape I am.  That half a mile is not going to magically turn into a little over three miles in three weeks, though.

So I’ve learned an expensive lesson on why not saying yes to things I’m not sure that I want (or can) do is a good goal for the year, because I can’t get that money back.

Also?  I’m running that race next year.  Because I can do half a mile, and that’s exciting enough to keep going.

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Resolved, 2013

I have been dragging my feet on what my New Year’s Resolutions will be, which is unusual for me. I usually have a pretty good idea of what I want my goals for the next year to be by early December. Every time I have thought about it, though, it has stressed me out. I’m already so busy; when do I have time to do anything new? It was a rough semester, moving to the daytime desk position and teaching four classes instead of my usual three. My workload this spring isn’t going to be any lighter. All previous attempts to compose a list of resolutions so far have resulted in stress baking (you’re welcome, family) and the first three seasons of Smallville (you’re welcome, eyes). I want to continue to learn and progress in some way, though, so I sat down this afternoon to barrel through and come up with something to guide me.

And the word that kept coming to mind was “Stop.”

This year, I resolve to…

1. Stop being such a jerk.

The world was so mean last year. I know it was an election year, but I think it went beyond that. We as a culture seem to have all regressed to junior high, when we didn’t understand the difference between discussing an issue and attacking/belittling the person who disagrees with us on that issue. I would like to say that I rose above that trend, but I can think of a few instances where I gave into the temptation to be a little nastier than I needed to be to get my point across. My old debate coach would have been proud of my performance, but I am not. I don’t want to be a person who goes into discussions assuming that others only disagree with me because they are less informed. And even if, during the course of the conversation, it becomes clear that that is the case, I still don’t have to be an ass about it. At the end of this year, I want to look back and be more satisfied with how I deal with conflicts and disagreements than I am now.

2. Stop participating in Facebook drama.

I took a mini-vacation from Facebook drama in November when I was participating in NaNoWriMo so that I could focus more on writing. I didn’t miss it as much as I thought I would. In fact, even with the 50,000-word deadline staring me down, November was the calmest, most peaceful month of my year. So in December, I decided to intervene in heated discussions only when a voice of reason was needed. Heh. Yeah, that’s so not how Facebook drama works. In person, it works beautifully, but on Facebook, it’s like pouring gasoline on a lit candle in a hayloft. People seem to use Facebook to say things that they’re thinking but would never say out loud in person, because they’re too shy or reasonable. To them, Facebook is their safe place to say whatever they want (I strongly disagree, but that’s a whole other post). So here they are, in the middle of their glorious rant, and then some fool (i.e., me) steps in and tries to get them to dial it back. They, however, do not want to dial it back, and suggesting that they do so pretty much equals volunteering to be their new target. So I’m going to revert back to my Facebook behavior of yore, when it was a happy place where I connected with old friends whom I haven’t seen in a decade, liked all their pictures of their kids/food/cats, and when I had time, tended to my farm.

3. Stop the compulsion to fill up every moment.

I noticed something disturbing in these last two weeks that I was on holiday from work. I’ve lost the ability to sit still. I might have taken a break from my jobs, but I haven’t slowed down. I’ve been multitasking constantly, even if it was as simple as watching a TV show while I ate a meal. I can’t remember a single time in the last two weeks when I just relaxed, and I bet that has a lot to do with why I’m so stressed out. I value efficiency, but this is ridiculous. I want to get back to the place where I can be calm regardless of how busy my schedule is, and the way to do that is by taking time each day to slow down for a few minutes. I don’t even remember what that looks like, so more on this later as I rediscover it.

4. Stop saying, “Yes,” just because I can’t think of a good reason to say, “No.”

Another thing that has contributed to my stressful busyness is that I’ve started agreeing to things only to find myself, on the day of the event, saying, “Why on earth did I say that I’d do this? I don’t want to do this!” And when I reflect back, the only reason that I can come up with is that I didn’t have a good reason not to, and I didn’t want to leave them hanging with a maybe. As committed as I am to avoiding maybe (i.e., the most useless, impolite RSVP ever), I would like to work on adopting the viewpoint that “I don’t want to” is a good enough reason to decline.

5. Stop making excuses.

The main reason that I have had difficulty coming up with resolutions this year is that I’m tired of making goals that I don’t meet. Every year, I set reading, writing, fitness, wellness, organization, and financial goals, and every year, I fall short of them. As much joy as I get from the process of pursuing these goals, a part of me can’t help but feel unsuccessful, and that part of me feels the need to justify why they weren’t fully met. But I’m not going to do that anymore, because the truth is that I make time to do the things that are really important to me. My reading/writing nook in my apartment is always tidy, even when the rest of the place looks like a tornado hit it, and keeping it that way is not even something that I set out to do. It stays that way, because I want it to stay that way, so I make it happen. I keep up with inputting grades, because I don’t like having the constant nag of knowing there’s still work to be done hovering over my weekend, so I make sure I get it done before the weekend begins. And yes, I would like to be in better shape and take better care of myself and keep the rest of the house tidy and clean and handle my finances a little better, and it’s not a question of time, because somewhere, someone busier than I am is accomplishing those things. I’m not going to set specific expectations, though, until I better understand what my priorities are, because clearly, they don’t involve any of those things, or I would be doing them already.

So I’m going to stop making excuses to myself and to others about why I can’t seem to achieve these things that I consistently identify as goals, trusting that when they become important enough to me, I will do what I need to do in order to be successful at them. Meanwhile, I’m going to start a year of observation. I’m going to keep a calendar of how I spend my free time, and I expect that it will reveal what my priorities have become, since they’re obviously not the things that I want them to be. I suspect that you can look forward to some extreme navel-gazing posts concerning the issue throughout the year.

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In preparation for the new

From Jim Palmer’s prompt:

1) What old and self-sabotaging story about yourself are you carrying around in life that you need to bury once and for all?

That I’m lazy.  That I need to defend myself when others jokingly call me lazy (in the sarcastic you’re-the-least-lazy-person-I-know way, because I actually work all the time, and my friends see this even when I don’t).  That I’m a failure, career-wise and financially, because I’m lazy.  That my house is messy because I’m lazy.  That I’m lazy and deserve all the negative consequences that I perceive as being a direct result of being lazy.

2) What new possibility is it time for you to begin courageously creating in your life, starting today?

Two things:

a) That I’m a writer.  I think that finishing NaNoWriMo gave me a jump start to this.  It proved to me that even working two jobs, I can do this.   I know that I can, because I did.  I mean, I haven’t revised/cut/edited, which is the harder work for me, but churning out 50,000 words in 30 days is nothing to sneeze at.

b) That I can have a home that is welcoming to others, and that it’s not the overwhelming task that I sometimes make it out to be.  I’ll say more on this at a later date.  I’m going to let it stew for a while.

3) You are not limited to the person you have become. Imagine a new way of being you that you get to create, which deeply resonates with your heart, soul, and spirit. Describe that person in writing.

She loves what she does for a living – not just the people she works with or the occasional task – but really loves the work itself.  She travels, even if there’s no one to go with her.  She’s not afraid to go alone.  She’s not afraid, period.  She relishes solitude when it is given to her.  She buys fair and locally when at all possible.  She is loved deeply and specifically by a special person whom she loves deeply and specifically as well.

4) The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again, and expecting a different result. Where is it in your life that you need to do things differently, and explore a new way of thinking or being?

Online dating.  I just need to stop.  There may be a good match for me out there on the intrawebs, but mostly, there are just trolls.  It affects my opinion of available men of a certain age, which may not be accurate or fair.  After all, I’m an available woman of a certain age, and I’m fantastic.  It’s not outside the realm of possibility that the same could be true of men.

Missing deadlines for calls for papers or writing contests.  It’s hard to get published if you never submit anything.

Buying more than three bananas at a time.  I just don’t eat them that quickly, and I say that I will make banana muffins if they get too ripe, but I will not.

5) Share one of the above items with others. In other words, share with a friend the story you’ve decided to bury, or share the new possibility you are creating for your life. Write a post about where you plan to do things differently in life, or new ways you are exploring what it means to be you.

Does this count?  Check.

Also, my goal for December and January is to work on an existing story and have two people read it.  So Maggie and Stefanie – expect emails by the end of January with a hefty attachment.

6) Do something symbolic to represent the significance of today as a new starting line in your life. Walk that bridge. Bury something in the ground. Cast something into the waters. Watch that balloon float into the sky. Create a collage that artistically expresses the significance of today for you. Get a tattoo that holds significance. Whatever it may be for you, do something that is physical or sensory oriented that connects you to the meaning of today for you.

I added more candy canes (oddly enough, my favorite Christmas candy) to my tree.  I’m physically adding more fun and sweetness to something that’s already beautiful, which I’d realize if I took the time to step back and look at it.

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