2018/09/30

It's Sunday Morning



It's Sunday morning. I've crawled back into bed since it's my favorite place to be. My hair is wet from the shower and has created a puddle on my sweater. My bedroom is finally clean after weeks of putting it off. There's a book on my bedside table that I'm halfway through, and truthfully not really enjoying and probably will not finish. The Stone Roses is playing on my phone, and I feel like that part at the beginning of Roman Holiday when Anya lays in bed and looks up at the corners of the room.

It's Sunday morning and today is a good day.

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2018/07/24

New Things



I have locked myself out of my office twice this week, and it's only Tuesday.

Every bad mood can be turned around with a little Leather and Lace.

I met one of my biggest goals for the year this month and I'm really proud of myself.

There's a farmer's market every Wednesday right by my metro stop and one of these days, I'm going to lose my resolve and buy all of the baklava from the nice man in the corner tent.

I've just finished reading Jurassic Park and it was thoroughly enjoyable.

Teaching Sunday School is one of my favorite things about my life right now.

The other day I fell down a YouTube black hole of videos of The Killers inviting fans to play the drums on their recent tour (which is an oddly specific black hole but I couldn't stop myself). This one is my favorite.

31 days until College Football. 154 days until Christmas.


2018/06/23

Like Old Friends


Rereading a favorite book feels like an encounter with an old friend.

You run into each other (in the library of all places!) and immediately make plans together.

And at some point in the middle, you find yourself so so grateful for the friendship. For the comfort and happiness you feel from this small interaction. You realize that even though you haven't spoken in ages, everything feels the same, better even, than you remember it.

2018/05/29

Sharing Enthusiasms

There is something wholly satisfying about sharing something I love with someone else. To show them something that means the world to me, and that somehow makes me love it more.

A few years ago, I read a biography of Vincent Van Gogh, in which the authors wrote of Vincent, "for him, enthusiasms had to be shared to be fully enjoyed."

I feel very much the same.

2018/05/28

Memorial Day


In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae

In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place, and in the sky,
The larks, still bravely singing, fly,
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the dead; short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe!
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high!
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.

2018/05/17

A Normal Amount

I'm starting to lose some of my enthusiasm.

Actually, no.

I'm starting to be more selective about my enthusiasm. I am, for the first time, learning to like things a normal amount.

Not obsessed, not a fanatic, but somewhat interested. Liking it and then moving on with little thought.

I sometimes feel like I'm required to be all in or else entirely uninterested, and, while that's sort of my nature, it would be far less exhausting to simply like something.

Just like it.

Just enjoy it.

Nothing more, and nothing less.

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2018/05/14

Life Lately 5.13.18


The Olympics have been over for more than two months, but I'm still watching this performance about once a day. 
I've watched this video about 25 times in the last week.
Teaching Sunday school is one of my favorite things about my life right now.
There's a Cezanne exhibition at the National Gallery that almost brought me to tears.
Every night I make a list of what outfit I'm wearing the next morning and the food I need to pack for lunch. My mornings have never been smoother.
I finished 2 books last week.
Upon reflection, I've realized that I've actually been making good on the vast majority of my New Year's Resolutions.
I'm loving warm weather and spring dresses and opening the windows in my house.
I am an absolute sucker for British police procedurals.
I'm slightly obsessed with these earrings, but I'm far too cheap to buy them.
For the first time in weeks, I don't have the Sunday scaries.

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2018/04/11

Top of the Stairs


There's a space at the top of a stairwell in the building where I work. It leads out the roof, but you can't go on the roof. I call it the widow's walk even though it's not a widow's walk. The floor is seven paces by three and the floors haven't been cleaned in the two years that I've worked there (and probably for several years before that). Large windows make the space bright and quiet.

On a really hard day over a year ago, one of my coworkers suggested I head up there for a little break. Ever since, I've made that nook my own personal sanctuary.

Every so often, I'll spend a few minutes up there by myself.

To think. To pull myself together. To sigh as loudly as I'd like. To cry. To take a breath. To power pose. To kill time. To pray.

It's a gift, and on the hard days (and the easy ones) I'm so grateful for it.

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2018/04/05

Life Lately 4.4.18


I'm still writing 2017 on everything even though it's April.
Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is now on Amazon and I'm very happy about that.
I stumbled on this article about a well-dressed man and it's all I think about when I get dressed in the morning.
I'm beyond ready for summer sunshine. I'm tired of being chilly and I'm tired of layers.
This morning, my 40-minute commute turned into a 2.5-hour commute and by the time I got to work, I was fresh out of patience for the day.
It's about this time every year that I seriously contemplate buying Saltwaters. I never do it, and then I always regret it. Maybe this is my year (I'm really tempted by the rose gold), but then again probably not.
I finally watched The Greatest Showman and I did very much enjoy it.
I talked on the phone to one of my best friends for two hours on Sunday and it made me really happy.
Easter Sunday and General Conference brought me so much joy.
Just this minute my roommate sent me this video of pandas and The Barber of Seville, which also brought me so much joy.

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2018/03/10

Nostalgia



There is something very revealing about remembering things I used to love.

I stumbled this week on a musical I was obsessed with in 2012.

I fell into a black hole of YouTube videos that I had remember watching over and over again during my second year of college.

I remembered where I was the first time I had watched them. What I looked like. Who I lived with. What classes I was in. What I was worried about. How I spent my time.

And I was intensely aware of how different my life is now encountering the same material.

I rarely feel proper nostalgia, but something about this certainly dredged it up.

And the longer I've thought about it, the more grateful I am about how everything has turned out.