Monday, June 13, 2011

The Beatles Were Right




You can't buy love. Even with cupcakes. Silly me.

The Perfect Job




Some Sunday Morning, Summer 2007:

The sun shines through my large, east window. My hair is in a loose braid and I'm wearing plaid boxers and a college shirt, probably from Project Impact. I'm sitting in front of my oversized computer monitor, PB & J sandwich in my left hand, mouse on the other: Photoshop-ing ink drawings and testing layouts and colour schemes for the Peanut Gallery.

It's late morning and I should look more presentable. But I don't care. I'm in the zone. I'm creating. I'm designing. I'm happy.

That's what my perfect job looks like.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

What Do I Want?

I think I've always been tentative to answer for fear of sounding selfish. I tend to put others' needs or wants ahead, admittedly not always self-lessly. The other half of my hesitance is self-consciousness.

Now I have downtime and the urgency to answer that question before taking my text life-step. So far I'm not sure of the answer but there's no wrong or right. I'm even afraid of what those wants are and changes they inevitably bring. (Change and I aren't friends but we've learned to be civil and even neighbourly.)

These are the hardest:
1) I want to not be afraid of wanting.
2) I want to be honest and good to myself.
3) I want to actually follow through with what it is I'm wanting.

Perhaps (and rightfully so) I should answer "Who am I?" first.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

I said, "BURR!"

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It's probably 40-some degrees right now. Nebraska refuses to hand over Spring. *sigh* I should know better by now. I'll continue to pretend I'm in the Northwest and someone took the pines and mountains.

Low temperatures have me saying two things I normally wouldn't: I'm cold (I don't get cold easily). I maybe, just maybe, need a man.

Schroeder, former history professor, once said, "Everrry gerrrl should have a boyfrrriend to keep herrr warrrm in winterrr." The man is wise beyond his lifetime.

I'll just settle for a cup of coffee for now.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

NaPoWriMo Attempt

A friend told me about NaPoWriMo. I Googled it and found a daily prompt site. I'm not really participating but decided to try April 3's response poem suggestion.

Those of you unfamiliar with "The Walrus and the Carpenter" should check it out before reading mine, as well as "Life Was Supposed to Be." (Apologies to Mr. Lewis Carroll for stealing items from the walrus. Joe, thanks for the inspiration.)

"Life is more," The
Wordbender said.
I thought,
"Quite true indeed."

There was a time
I had new shoes,
And on a ship
sail boiling seas,

When our dreams came
from sealing-wax
instead of serving cabbage
to the king.

Forty-two seems far
away in a foggy space
that makes us look
and nothing see,

But the walrus hasn't
Eaten us yet, and
I somehow believe
pigs do have wings

Ciao, Bella

Months ago (around this time last year, actually) my counselor asked if I was thankful for what I had learned through a situation. Tonight, the question returns.

Someone who was close to me and I had a tete a tete. We hadn't connected in months. As our friendship deteriorated, things grew into a type of stalemate. I backed off because I have seen her ability to let go. Dare say it's impressive and slightly enviable. She stayed away because she had seen and feared the emotional roller coaster attached to fixing my relationships. Admittedly I don't blame her. Hell hath no fury like a woman's scorn, but hell has never met me.

However, she said she was proud of me: at gatherings I seemed more confident and better at connecting. No longer did I place my self-worth on other people. Ironically, I'm proud of her too. She got into a relationship, an idea that terrified her; she made commitments to staying in one place, to a job, and her latest, to a fiance. She dove in, she didn't drown, and I'm proud.

Back to the question: am I thankful? In time I will be, I'm sure. Thing is, I really wish I was emotionally connected instead of detached. We each paid for what we learned. On my side of the coin, I think it was a lousy price to pay.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Today goes to show that...

1) Lincoln is bigger than you think
2) It's not always the doctor you want; sometimes it's the receptionist
3) Missing cell phones are to communication as trolls are to bridges
4) Sometimes you do need a GPS
5) The events you couldn't wait for are the ones you sometimes miss
6) People can change
7) Life is full of irony