Here is my list of New Years resolutions last year lets see how I did:
Get back on the writing letters to people band wagon
I wrote some... but not as much as I would have liked since I can't really name any regular pen pals to date. I'm going to keep this one for next year too.
Read 1 book a month (I did this two years ago and it worked great)
Total books read: 10
Volunteer at the New Restore semi-regularly
I didn't accomplish this. My free time on weekends has been taken with an important relationship to me. Although I didn't get to this I'm happy where things have gone instead.
Join the community choir
Sure did!
Yoga class in the winter time
I've been doing spin class instead. I think that counts!
Start on the bag project again. (perhaps finish a couple for next Christmas gifts)
I'm still working on bag #2... but slowly making progress! It's a good winter project and we are in the middle of winter.
Run (Ragnar, Warrior Dash, 2 half marathons)
Ragnar: Check
Warrior Dash: Check
Half Marathons: no check do to an injury I wasn't able to run in the half marathon I signed up for. Here's to hoping a recovery and another Ragnar and 1/2 marathon attempt in 2013.
Bake once a month (bread or otherwise)
Sadly I think this is the goal that didn't remotely come close to achieving.
SPing!!!
Done... but there is a new one to conquer
Complete 2 small things project..
This lost some momentum when I started my new relationship. I still think the concept is a good one. Maybe I'll figure out how to weave it in to my daily life in 2013.
Post here once a month (like old times)
Sadly no. I've started a new blog on tumbler. I like each blog site for different reasons.
In looking at all my goals and results I wasn't nearly at 100% but I think it's important to think about these sort of things and work toward them. Here's to a new list in 2013!
Friday, December 28, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
When forever is to big
I started this post. Who knows how long ago. I wonder what I was meaning to write about... Where I was... what I was thinking. It's strange to think that each time I sit down to write I'm a different person.... OR I'm just seeing and feeling from a different view shed. Perspectives change... the weather changes... day time or night time it all adds up. Or down.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Here I am
Plans for a busy new year:
Get back on the writing letters to people band wagon
Read 1 book a month (I did this two years ago and it worked great)
Volunteer at the New Restore semi-regularly
Join the community choir
Yoga class in the winter time
Start on the bag project again. (perhaps finish a couple for next Christmas gifts)
Run (Ragnar, Warrior Dash, 2 half marathons)
Bake once a month (bread or otherwise)
SPing!!!
Complete 2 small things project...
Post here once a month (like old times)
Here's to a busy new year.
Get back on the writing letters to people band wagon
Read 1 book a month (I did this two years ago and it worked great)
Volunteer at the New Restore semi-regularly
Join the community choir
Yoga class in the winter time
Start on the bag project again. (perhaps finish a couple for next Christmas gifts)
Run (Ragnar, Warrior Dash, 2 half marathons)
Bake once a month (bread or otherwise)
SPing!!!
Complete 2 small things project...
Post here once a month (like old times)
Here's to a busy new year.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Time marker
It turned into 2011.
I'm still here. A year wiser... or maybe a year worse for wear.
To be continued...
I'm still here. A year wiser... or maybe a year worse for wear.
To be continued...
Monday, October 18, 2010
Advise
Questioning what to do with your life... your limited time?
Find:
"The intersection of your greatest joy and the world's deepest need."
Find:
"The intersection of your greatest joy and the world's deepest need."
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Birthday message
Love yourself.
MAKE PEACE with who you are
and where you are at this moment in time.
Listen to your heart.
If you can't hear what it's saying
in this noisy world,
MAKE TIME for yourself.
Enjoy your own company.
Let your mind wander among the stars.
Try.
Take chances.
MAKE MISTAKES.
Life can be messy
and confusing at times,
but it's also full of surprises.
The next rock in your path
might be a stepping-stone.
Be happy.
When you don't have what you want,
want what you have.
MAKE DO.
That's a well-kept secret of contentment.
There aren't any shortcuts to tomorrow.
You have to MAKE YOUR OWN WAY.
To know where you're going
is only part of it.
You need to know where you've been, too.
And if you ever get lost, don't worry.
The people who love you will find you.
Count on it.
Life isn't days and years.
It's what you do with time
and with all the goodness and grace
that's inside you.
MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE...
The kind of life you deserve.
MAKE PEACE with who you are
and where you are at this moment in time.
Listen to your heart.
If you can't hear what it's saying
in this noisy world,
MAKE TIME for yourself.
Enjoy your own company.
Let your mind wander among the stars.
Try.
Take chances.
MAKE MISTAKES.
Life can be messy
and confusing at times,
but it's also full of surprises.
The next rock in your path
might be a stepping-stone.
Be happy.
When you don't have what you want,
want what you have.
MAKE DO.
That's a well-kept secret of contentment.
There aren't any shortcuts to tomorrow.
You have to MAKE YOUR OWN WAY.
To know where you're going
is only part of it.
You need to know where you've been, too.
And if you ever get lost, don't worry.
The people who love you will find you.
Count on it.
Life isn't days and years.
It's what you do with time
and with all the goodness and grace
that's inside you.
MAKE A BEAUTIFUL LIFE...
The kind of life you deserve.
Tuesday, July 06, 2010
1,200 seconds
Break.
This isn’t my handwriting...does that make it less original? Less authentic? It is the tapping on keys creating the soundtrack to my inner monologue instead of the pressure of pen on paper. I wonder if there will be a time when handwriting will become obsolete. A lost artifact to the ages. What else changes here? Artificial lighting... flashing cursor. Are my thoughts still the same when faced with a screen? I wonder if there will be a day when I am unable to write anywhere else.
Empty. Is that the word that I’m looking for? Are there things beyond words? Just as pictures generally are unable to capture the essence of time in space... or is it place... I’m not sure. Do words fall short as well? Are they the best we have for recording...expressing? Perhaps artwork has said ability. But memory is weak at best. Memory is tricky.
Stories. Where do they come from? Which came first the need to tell stories therefore the invention of language. Or was it the birth of language that nurtured this need. (Yes I think it is a need) To tell others. Stories are to share, aren’t they? Created for an audience. It is the social nature of the species. They (meaning stories) seem fundamental in many ways... but think of their revolutionary power.
20 minutes of time...I look back at 3 paragraphs of thought, and wonder. Is this in me all the time?
I think the answer is yes.
This isn’t my handwriting...does that make it less original? Less authentic? It is the tapping on keys creating the soundtrack to my inner monologue instead of the pressure of pen on paper. I wonder if there will be a time when handwriting will become obsolete. A lost artifact to the ages. What else changes here? Artificial lighting... flashing cursor. Are my thoughts still the same when faced with a screen? I wonder if there will be a day when I am unable to write anywhere else.
Empty. Is that the word that I’m looking for? Are there things beyond words? Just as pictures generally are unable to capture the essence of time in space... or is it place... I’m not sure. Do words fall short as well? Are they the best we have for recording...expressing? Perhaps artwork has said ability. But memory is weak at best. Memory is tricky.
Stories. Where do they come from? Which came first the need to tell stories therefore the invention of language. Or was it the birth of language that nurtured this need. (Yes I think it is a need) To tell others. Stories are to share, aren’t they? Created for an audience. It is the social nature of the species. They (meaning stories) seem fundamental in many ways... but think of their revolutionary power.
20 minutes of time...I look back at 3 paragraphs of thought, and wonder. Is this in me all the time?
I think the answer is yes.
Tuesday, May 04, 2010
It's not for lack of trying
Countless started and abandoned half molded thoughts. Trains that leave the station before I've been able to make sense of them. Perhaps it is my filter. Apprehensive to let anything fly here. The promise that someone might stumble upon these other then me.
Makes me wonder how writes do it. How do they continually come back to the same piece of work. So often I find myself in another place then where I was the last time I sat down. Perhaps when you are "in" novel or swimming in research it is easier. There is some central gavitational pull, something to focus on. Although I get the impression that writing is work. The narrative painful in it's realization.
Seems a bit strange that creativity is so agonizing in its actualization... or perhaps it's just me.
Makes me wonder how writes do it. How do they continually come back to the same piece of work. So often I find myself in another place then where I was the last time I sat down. Perhaps when you are "in" novel or swimming in research it is easier. There is some central gavitational pull, something to focus on. Although I get the impression that writing is work. The narrative painful in it's realization.
Seems a bit strange that creativity is so agonizing in its actualization... or perhaps it's just me.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Slience...
I’d like to think that I’m comfortable with silence. With stillness, and peace. Even being alone. (most of the time.) It’s something to revel in, to look forward to. And yet recently I’ve been struggling with silence in other forms. For instance silence here. My goal has always been one post a month… and yet silence has ruled the last few months. What does it mean? Perhaps nothing. People and thoughts come and go. It’s natural I suppose… but none-the- less I notice. And gather pause.
I’ve been struggling with the silence of a few friends. The kind of friend you don’t find very often… and when you do. You grab tight… and thank the universe for sending along someone who gets it… who gets you. I want to jump and scream and shout… you can’t just vanish on me. It isn’t fair. I need you! We didn’t agree the conversation would end. This kind of silence is painful.
To flip the coin. I have a pile of letters next to my night stand. All perfectly lovely on going conversations. Yet I’ve been reluctant to respond. I myself carrying out the silence I’m lamenting above. It isn’t malice, or anger, or anything really… it just is. I have faith that I will break in.... just not tonight. And so I pause and hope my friends both the former and the later are the same.
And then there is the snow. It blankets, covers, and softens. It is magic in its way to quiet. It’s amazing and I continue to be in awe of its presence.
Stop….
Listen….
Can you hear it?
I’ve been struggling with the silence of a few friends. The kind of friend you don’t find very often… and when you do. You grab tight… and thank the universe for sending along someone who gets it… who gets you. I want to jump and scream and shout… you can’t just vanish on me. It isn’t fair. I need you! We didn’t agree the conversation would end. This kind of silence is painful.
To flip the coin. I have a pile of letters next to my night stand. All perfectly lovely on going conversations. Yet I’ve been reluctant to respond. I myself carrying out the silence I’m lamenting above. It isn’t malice, or anger, or anything really… it just is. I have faith that I will break in.... just not tonight. And so I pause and hope my friends both the former and the later are the same.
And then there is the snow. It blankets, covers, and softens. It is magic in its way to quiet. It’s amazing and I continue to be in awe of its presence.
Stop….
Listen….
Can you hear it?
Saturday, October 31, 2009
The journey of leaves
As fall arrives, the days get shorter, the temperature gets colder, signaling the brilliant transformation of colors. The landscape highlighted with reds, yellows, and oranges. The healthy green of spring and summer gives way to a kaleidoscope of colors for a few fleeting weeks of the fall. The display is short and as the leaves prepare for the flight from branch to the ground, something curious is happening. Branches are actually "cutting" the leaves off. Chemical signals trigger the growth of cells between the leaf stem and the branch. These cells actively "push" the leaf away from the branch creating a break or "cut" between them. It's after these cells have grown that the wind is able to carry these colorful sun collectors on their last whirl-wind journey to the ground.
Letting go... if only it were as simple as listening to the temperature and the length of the days. These precious cues signaling this is it. Time to go. You've had your summer, and enjoyed all its had to offer. Now it is time... LET GO.
I wonder if in the winter when you hear the rattling twigs and the horace wind, if in fact, you are hearing the tree's mourning the loss of their sun collectors. Each groan and crack, a whispered thank you and goodbye.
Letting go... if only it were as simple as listening to the temperature and the length of the days. These precious cues signaling this is it. Time to go. You've had your summer, and enjoyed all its had to offer. Now it is time... LET GO.
I wonder if in the winter when you hear the rattling twigs and the horace wind, if in fact, you are hearing the tree's mourning the loss of their sun collectors. Each groan and crack, a whispered thank you and goodbye.
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