Elias has a tooth on the bottom that is just beginning to wiggle. You have to really watch to see it and get pretty close, since the movement is so slight. He is so excited that he might soon be among the snaggle-toothed older kids in his school. I feel like he can't possibly be old enough to be losing teeth already. When Bella went to bed tonight, she said, "What does the tooth fairy look like mommy? I don't want the tooth fairy to come here. I think she'll be scary looking." I had to convince her that even if the tooth fairy came, she wouldn't be coming into her room. And that it might be a while before she even comes to retrieve Elias tooth.
We had company tonight and I was showing them pictures and I was amazed at how small the kids looked when we first moved into this house two years ago today. I sometimes forget how much they have grown and changed, especially Bella.
The book we are reading for our small group study has really been reminding me not to stress over circumstances and to savor all that God gives you. Today, Bella and I went to Walmart and I allowed Bella to take a long time playing with the dolls and looking at the fish. I watched Bella look with amazement at the fish and I realized just how amazing those little creatures were. Some of them were spotted, some striped, some with frilly fins, some glowed. There was even some that were see through and all you could see were their skeletons and others that had lips - LIPS, I am not kidding. As I looked at them with her, it was like I had never realized how some of the smallest of God's creation show the unique beauty that God puts on all His work before. It made a trip to Walmart so much more enjoyable. (Note to those who may not know this about me - I DESPISE going to Walmart. I may post about this in the near future. I have been doing a little shopping experiment that has surprised even me.)
Friday, September 25, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Biggest Loser
I love the show "The Biggest Loser". It is the only show, outside of the Food Network, that I record so I will not miss a single episode.
On last night's episode, every player had to work together to lose a combined total of 150 pounds, so that no one had to be voted off. So instead of being enemies, they were all teammates and had to motivate each other. I think it was one of my favorite episodes! It was amazing to see how well everyone did when they were working for each other instead of against one another. They had a challenge where each player had to walk across a series of balance beams, which grew increasingly more narrow, to win prizes, like pound reductions of the required 150 pounds to lose and phone calls home. The catch was that not one person could fall off. If anyone did, the game was over. I don't think I have seen a challenge that was over water yet that at least one person did not fall in. I could not believe that all 15 of these very large people were able to make it across all the balance beams, the most narrow being only 6 inches wide, and not go under. Then, to top off the whole thing off, they ended up not needing the pound reduction anyway, because they ended up losing a combined total of 150 pounds anyway, despite week 2 of the competition being notorius for low weight loss numbers. I think it is amazing how much better we as humans function when we are working together toward a common goal, instead of clawing our way to the top to gain the glory. I am glad that the producers of this show recognized that maybe viewers wanted to see a little less back-biting and ugliness and a little more heart - especially after the last couple seasons when the evils of the competition had become more prevalent than ever. I wonder how we would all act, if we could watch ourselves in constant playback. If the things we said and the ways we treated people would be readily available for others to see, but for us to see as well. I know that I would think more carefully about how I chose to treat the worker who picks up the phone when I call the insurance toll-free line or I might not make such a huge deal about my kids spilling juice on the floor. If I saw myself from the outside, I may not always be able to use the same justifications I use to excuse my behavior because they would just seem pathetic, even to me.
On last night's episode, every player had to work together to lose a combined total of 150 pounds, so that no one had to be voted off. So instead of being enemies, they were all teammates and had to motivate each other. I think it was one of my favorite episodes! It was amazing to see how well everyone did when they were working for each other instead of against one another. They had a challenge where each player had to walk across a series of balance beams, which grew increasingly more narrow, to win prizes, like pound reductions of the required 150 pounds to lose and phone calls home. The catch was that not one person could fall off. If anyone did, the game was over. I don't think I have seen a challenge that was over water yet that at least one person did not fall in. I could not believe that all 15 of these very large people were able to make it across all the balance beams, the most narrow being only 6 inches wide, and not go under. Then, to top off the whole thing off, they ended up not needing the pound reduction anyway, because they ended up losing a combined total of 150 pounds anyway, despite week 2 of the competition being notorius for low weight loss numbers. I think it is amazing how much better we as humans function when we are working together toward a common goal, instead of clawing our way to the top to gain the glory. I am glad that the producers of this show recognized that maybe viewers wanted to see a little less back-biting and ugliness and a little more heart - especially after the last couple seasons when the evils of the competition had become more prevalent than ever. I wonder how we would all act, if we could watch ourselves in constant playback. If the things we said and the ways we treated people would be readily available for others to see, but for us to see as well. I know that I would think more carefully about how I chose to treat the worker who picks up the phone when I call the insurance toll-free line or I might not make such a huge deal about my kids spilling juice on the floor. If I saw myself from the outside, I may not always be able to use the same justifications I use to excuse my behavior because they would just seem pathetic, even to me.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Becoming a soccer mom
It is official! I might as well buy the soccer ball magnet for the back of my van. I am now a soccer mom. I sat in drizzly rain for over an hour watching my boy, with several other future soccer stars, run up and down a field and loved it. I have watched kids soccer before when my nieces and nephews have played, but I never realized how into it I would get when it was my own child out there. He did as well as the others did, but we are definitely going to fit in some more practice to hone his skills a little. He is so proud of his number 4 jersey and loved every minute of being part of the team.
On another note, there were 11 children sponsored last night at the concert. The concert was Aaron Shust and Chris Sleigh (the American Idol finalist) and two other lesser known artists. The music was enjoyable, but even better was getting to talk to others about Compassion. There are few things that energize me more. The best part was...wait for it....we got there early with no mishaps AND got home earlier than expected with nothing out of the ordinary happening! I could handle if things continued this way.
Now we are off again to Maryland for my uncle and aunt's anniversary party, which is outside. I really am hoping to see some sunshine! But if not, we will just wrap in rain coats and party anyway!
On another note, there were 11 children sponsored last night at the concert. The concert was Aaron Shust and Chris Sleigh (the American Idol finalist) and two other lesser known artists. The music was enjoyable, but even better was getting to talk to others about Compassion. There are few things that energize me more. The best part was...wait for it....we got there early with no mishaps AND got home earlier than expected with nothing out of the ordinary happening! I could handle if things continued this way.
Now we are off again to Maryland for my uncle and aunt's anniversary party, which is outside. I really am hoping to see some sunshine! But if not, we will just wrap in rain coats and party anyway!
Friday, September 11, 2009
One doozy of a week
You know the old adage "Time waits for no man"? I have definitely been reminded of the truth to that statement this week! It was supposed to be a week to get caught up, since Josh was off work on Monday & we had no small group Tuesday because of the holiday. I am not only not caught up, but I am even further behind! I have felt at my wit's end on more than one occasion, but when I look seriously at the situations they are really nothing that I should "lose my religion" over, as my dad used to say ; ) !!!!
It started with the ER visit on Tuesday. Then we had the ENT visit on Wednesday, which wouldn't have been that big of deal, but Elias was home sick with a cold, so Josh had to take time off of work to watch him. That is really difficult right now because he has been really overwhelmed at his job lately. Then we had to take Elias to practice soccer, not only because he had missed his soccer practice Monday because of the holiday, but because he was really disappointed that we didn't get to go on Tuesday night because of the ER visit. Then yesterday, we were having a social night for the youth small group we lead and Josh had to run out at lunch, between a day full of meetings to get the food and supplies. I stayed home and went loony watching two stir-crazy kids, caring for Bella's ear, keeping up with Elias' medications and breathing treatments, while trying to make desserts and clean up the house - and did I mention I had to pick up and help Elias with his make-up homework for school? The dessert making was one mishap after another - I forgot the peanut butter in the pudding, the chocolate topping solidified too soon while I went off to assist the kids with something, etc. Then I got a call from the sitter, who was sick and couldn't watch the kids during youth small group. Josh got home and we were down to the last minute trying to get something for dinner and get the games and food ready. In the end, the dessert tasted the same & the social night was still fun and the kids had a blast being part of it. After everyone left, Josh began working on stuff for work and I started going through my e-mail inbox, which was full of things that needed attention. After a while the internet stopped working. Josh worked for about 30 minutes trying to diagnose the problem with no avail, so he decided that he was too tired to do anymore work anyway and we would just go to bed. That is when he realized that he had Bible study at 6 a.m. this morning, he didn't have his homework for it done, and it was already midnight. So, as we got into bed at 1 a.m., he set his clock for 4:45 and I set mine for 6:45, because I was planning on sending Elias to school today. As I got the kids and myself ready this morning, Elias still had a lingering cough, so I decided that since he had already missed two days, it would defeat the purpose of keeping him home in the first place if I sent him back before he was completely well. So I decided that we would go out on the rails and trails, since Elias doesn't really feel bad & he's getting antsy. I was supposed to pick up Elias' soccer uniform from his coach today, so I called & told him we would stop over on our way out. We went into his coaches' office for all of 5 minutes & when we came out, the van wouldn't start! I was in my gym clothes, no make-up, my hair up in a wild ponytail on top of my head, not really planning on going many places where people would see me. So, I called Josh to see what I should do, since this was the second time it wouldn't start in about a month's time. We decided I would call roadside assistance, since we pay for it anyway and have never used it, we were in a safe place, in no hurry, on a nice day, and Josh couldn't really take more time off at work - if I had to test our roadside assistance plan, today would be the best day! He joked that I better get off the phone before my cell battery died as well. So I call roadside assistance and when I finally made it through all the automated system and was finally talking to someone, my cell phone turned off and then back on for no apparent reason - ending my call with roadside assistance. It was completely unbelievable. I had to laugh at the irony of it! Luckily, the roadside assistance had my number on Caller ID and called me right back. So we waited there for about 45 minutes for the tow truck to come. The kids entertaining themselves by using the van seats as a jungle gym. The man came, started the van, told me not to turn it off until I got a new battery, and left. So I told the kids to get into the car so we could leave. About that time, a yellow jacket decides he's going to take up residence in the van. Why he couldn't have decided to be an annoyance during the 45 minute wait, instead of waiting until we could actually have left, I do not know. So my kids are screaming and running around the van like they are getting attacked by a mob and I am trying to coax this stubborn little pest out of the van - going as far as trying to seduce him out by holding up the juice boxes we had brought for after we walked the trail. He finally flew out, I told the kids to jump in, but before the door shut all the way, that nuisance flew back in. I had finally had enough and I swatted at him, not caring anymore if I got stung. I actually hit him and knocked him...somewhere. Since I wasn't sure where he actually went, whether it was inside or outside the van, I was not sure if buckling my kids into the van, so they would be captive bait for him was wise. So we looked for him and sat and waited for about 2-3 minutes to assure he was gone and then we made our way to the auto parts store. To our great luck, they had the battery we needed and they could install it. By the time we left, we had to go to the bathroom and we were all hungry, so we had to come home for lunch before going to the trails. We have a busy weekend ahead of us too and I am praying that we have no more unexpected occurrences.
But as I was driving home from the auto parts store, I just had to smile and sing the song "Praise God from whom all blessings flow". Why not? We were not in a horrific accident. We do not have to go without a car even for one day. If we were going to be broke down, today was a beautiful, perfectly temperatured day to do it. Bella's ear is healing and Elias is on the mend and in a couple weeks, these ailments will be history. Getting upset about all the craziness this week would only make me and everyone around me unhappy, so why bother. I am blessed beyond measure and if all I have to deal with are some stitches, a cold, a busy schedule, and a dead battery, then I am very fortunate. I may have lost a lot of time (and money) this week, but getting irritated about it won't bring it back. "Time waits for no man". Life moves on, whether we are ready for it or not. It reminds me of when kids play on a playground merry-go-round. There is always that one kid who is pushing and gets knocked over when it gets going too fast. Sometimes in life, we are the ones sitting happily enjoying the ride and sometimes we are that unfortunate kid who just got knocked around because things got a little out of control for him. This week, I feel like I am that kid, but I am still going to grab the bar and try it again. What fun is just sitting out watching the ride go around?
...Now I am off to Washington, PA, for a Compassion concert where I hope many children who have been knocked around a lot by life will find loving sponsors who will take the time to get off the ride of life a little to help these little ones up on!
It started with the ER visit on Tuesday. Then we had the ENT visit on Wednesday, which wouldn't have been that big of deal, but Elias was home sick with a cold, so Josh had to take time off of work to watch him. That is really difficult right now because he has been really overwhelmed at his job lately. Then we had to take Elias to practice soccer, not only because he had missed his soccer practice Monday because of the holiday, but because he was really disappointed that we didn't get to go on Tuesday night because of the ER visit. Then yesterday, we were having a social night for the youth small group we lead and Josh had to run out at lunch, between a day full of meetings to get the food and supplies. I stayed home and went loony watching two stir-crazy kids, caring for Bella's ear, keeping up with Elias' medications and breathing treatments, while trying to make desserts and clean up the house - and did I mention I had to pick up and help Elias with his make-up homework for school? The dessert making was one mishap after another - I forgot the peanut butter in the pudding, the chocolate topping solidified too soon while I went off to assist the kids with something, etc. Then I got a call from the sitter, who was sick and couldn't watch the kids during youth small group. Josh got home and we were down to the last minute trying to get something for dinner and get the games and food ready. In the end, the dessert tasted the same & the social night was still fun and the kids had a blast being part of it. After everyone left, Josh began working on stuff for work and I started going through my e-mail inbox, which was full of things that needed attention. After a while the internet stopped working. Josh worked for about 30 minutes trying to diagnose the problem with no avail, so he decided that he was too tired to do anymore work anyway and we would just go to bed. That is when he realized that he had Bible study at 6 a.m. this morning, he didn't have his homework for it done, and it was already midnight. So, as we got into bed at 1 a.m., he set his clock for 4:45 and I set mine for 6:45, because I was planning on sending Elias to school today. As I got the kids and myself ready this morning, Elias still had a lingering cough, so I decided that since he had already missed two days, it would defeat the purpose of keeping him home in the first place if I sent him back before he was completely well. So I decided that we would go out on the rails and trails, since Elias doesn't really feel bad & he's getting antsy. I was supposed to pick up Elias' soccer uniform from his coach today, so I called & told him we would stop over on our way out. We went into his coaches' office for all of 5 minutes & when we came out, the van wouldn't start! I was in my gym clothes, no make-up, my hair up in a wild ponytail on top of my head, not really planning on going many places where people would see me. So, I called Josh to see what I should do, since this was the second time it wouldn't start in about a month's time. We decided I would call roadside assistance, since we pay for it anyway and have never used it, we were in a safe place, in no hurry, on a nice day, and Josh couldn't really take more time off at work - if I had to test our roadside assistance plan, today would be the best day! He joked that I better get off the phone before my cell battery died as well. So I call roadside assistance and when I finally made it through all the automated system and was finally talking to someone, my cell phone turned off and then back on for no apparent reason - ending my call with roadside assistance. It was completely unbelievable. I had to laugh at the irony of it! Luckily, the roadside assistance had my number on Caller ID and called me right back. So we waited there for about 45 minutes for the tow truck to come. The kids entertaining themselves by using the van seats as a jungle gym. The man came, started the van, told me not to turn it off until I got a new battery, and left. So I told the kids to get into the car so we could leave. About that time, a yellow jacket decides he's going to take up residence in the van. Why he couldn't have decided to be an annoyance during the 45 minute wait, instead of waiting until we could actually have left, I do not know. So my kids are screaming and running around the van like they are getting attacked by a mob and I am trying to coax this stubborn little pest out of the van - going as far as trying to seduce him out by holding up the juice boxes we had brought for after we walked the trail. He finally flew out, I told the kids to jump in, but before the door shut all the way, that nuisance flew back in. I had finally had enough and I swatted at him, not caring anymore if I got stung. I actually hit him and knocked him...somewhere. Since I wasn't sure where he actually went, whether it was inside or outside the van, I was not sure if buckling my kids into the van, so they would be captive bait for him was wise. So we looked for him and sat and waited for about 2-3 minutes to assure he was gone and then we made our way to the auto parts store. To our great luck, they had the battery we needed and they could install it. By the time we left, we had to go to the bathroom and we were all hungry, so we had to come home for lunch before going to the trails. We have a busy weekend ahead of us too and I am praying that we have no more unexpected occurrences.
But as I was driving home from the auto parts store, I just had to smile and sing the song "Praise God from whom all blessings flow". Why not? We were not in a horrific accident. We do not have to go without a car even for one day. If we were going to be broke down, today was a beautiful, perfectly temperatured day to do it. Bella's ear is healing and Elias is on the mend and in a couple weeks, these ailments will be history. Getting upset about all the craziness this week would only make me and everyone around me unhappy, so why bother. I am blessed beyond measure and if all I have to deal with are some stitches, a cold, a busy schedule, and a dead battery, then I am very fortunate. I may have lost a lot of time (and money) this week, but getting irritated about it won't bring it back. "Time waits for no man". Life moves on, whether we are ready for it or not. It reminds me of when kids play on a playground merry-go-round. There is always that one kid who is pushing and gets knocked over when it gets going too fast. Sometimes in life, we are the ones sitting happily enjoying the ride and sometimes we are that unfortunate kid who just got knocked around because things got a little out of control for him. This week, I feel like I am that kid, but I am still going to grab the bar and try it again. What fun is just sitting out watching the ride go around?
...Now I am off to Washington, PA, for a Compassion concert where I hope many children who have been knocked around a lot by life will find loving sponsors who will take the time to get off the ride of life a little to help these little ones up on!
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Update on Bella
Bella and I went to the ENT today. The doctor said if she had to break the cartilage in her ear, she broke it in the best possible way for it to heal without severe scars or problems. He also said that it was stitched very well and the scar tissue will be at a minimum. He said if she was going to have problems with blood gathering, causing "cauliflower ear", it would have occurred already. So she is able to go without the pressure bandage now. She has been acting fine and we even made it through bath time with only a couple wimpers. I am so relieved! Now we just have to make sure it doesn't get bumped or infected in the next week or so, then the stitches will get removed on Monday.
ER Visit
Well, last night was supposed to be a quiet evening of practicing soccer at the park, but turned into a traumatic ordeal. Right after we finished dinner, Elias, Bella, and Josh were playing in the living room. All of a sudden I heard Bella screaming and crying. I heard Josh pick her up and her say, "Daddy, am I bleeding?" and Josh telling her yes. Josh was holding her ear when I walked into the living room. When we looked at it, we discovered that the cartilage was broken clear through and there was a laceration through both sides of her ear. It was definitely the worst injury either of our kids have had.
We dropped Elias off to our friend, Susan, who was at the East/West Stadium watching a soccer game. Josh and I were both a little out of it and I almost forgot which direction to go to get to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, everyone was sick in the ER and they were handing out masks for people who were experiencing flu-like symptoms. It made me feel like I was in some sort of germ experiment or something! Isabella had to pee and when I went into the bathroom, there were throw up splatters around the toilet. It was so gross.
But they took her back fairly quickly (for the ER anyway) and started cleaning her ear. Josh and I were trying to help hold her down, but Josh began feeling faint and I began to cry and kept looking away so Bella wouldn't see my tears, so the nurse thought I was getting sick too. They decided it needed stitches, so they gave her some medicine to calm her down and then, after waiting a while for it to take effect, they wrapped her like a burrito in a sheet and began the stitches. Josh had to sit down while they were stitching, but he sat right in front of Bella, so she could see him the whole time. I watched them stitch her and was completely amazed by the process and the technology of the string with the little "hook" that is at the end of it. Once they had given her the numbing needle once, she didn't feel the remaining needles going into her ear. Overall, she did very well. And, surprisingly, she slept pretty well last night. She slept in our bed, in case she woke up in pain, but she ended up sleeping as good as she normally does. And today she has not acted like she is in pain - though she hates wearing the bandages because they are itchy. She has to wear a pressure bandage wrapped around her head to prevent blood from gathering around it and causing "cauliflower ear". We see an ENT at 1 p.m. to find out if anything more needs to be done and for them to rewrap it.
I kept Elias home from school because he had a cough anyway and he didn't get to bed until about 10:30 last night. Now I am trying to figure out what to do with him while I take Isabella to the doctor. I am wondering if keeping him home was the best choice! He has been pretty fussy and he and Bella have been arguing all morning.
When I think about our visit to the ER, I am reminded of people who have kids with serious sicknesses or injuries, who have to sit by and watch their children be poked, proded, and hurt (for their own good) on a regular basis. I am SO incredibly thankful for such healthy children and for their protection through the first years of their life. My heart and prayers go out to all the parents who even now are sitting in a hospital room while their child lies in a hospital bed.
We dropped Elias off to our friend, Susan, who was at the East/West Stadium watching a soccer game. Josh and I were both a little out of it and I almost forgot which direction to go to get to the hospital. When we got to the hospital, everyone was sick in the ER and they were handing out masks for people who were experiencing flu-like symptoms. It made me feel like I was in some sort of germ experiment or something! Isabella had to pee and when I went into the bathroom, there were throw up splatters around the toilet. It was so gross.
But they took her back fairly quickly (for the ER anyway) and started cleaning her ear. Josh and I were trying to help hold her down, but Josh began feeling faint and I began to cry and kept looking away so Bella wouldn't see my tears, so the nurse thought I was getting sick too. They decided it needed stitches, so they gave her some medicine to calm her down and then, after waiting a while for it to take effect, they wrapped her like a burrito in a sheet and began the stitches. Josh had to sit down while they were stitching, but he sat right in front of Bella, so she could see him the whole time. I watched them stitch her and was completely amazed by the process and the technology of the string with the little "hook" that is at the end of it. Once they had given her the numbing needle once, she didn't feel the remaining needles going into her ear. Overall, she did very well. And, surprisingly, she slept pretty well last night. She slept in our bed, in case she woke up in pain, but she ended up sleeping as good as she normally does. And today she has not acted like she is in pain - though she hates wearing the bandages because they are itchy. She has to wear a pressure bandage wrapped around her head to prevent blood from gathering around it and causing "cauliflower ear". We see an ENT at 1 p.m. to find out if anything more needs to be done and for them to rewrap it.
I kept Elias home from school because he had a cough anyway and he didn't get to bed until about 10:30 last night. Now I am trying to figure out what to do with him while I take Isabella to the doctor. I am wondering if keeping him home was the best choice! He has been pretty fussy and he and Bella have been arguing all morning.
When I think about our visit to the ER, I am reminded of people who have kids with serious sicknesses or injuries, who have to sit by and watch their children be poked, proded, and hurt (for their own good) on a regular basis. I am SO incredibly thankful for such healthy children and for their protection through the first years of their life. My heart and prayers go out to all the parents who even now are sitting in a hospital room while their child lies in a hospital bed.
Monday, September 7, 2009
When I was 30
This is something I wrote in a random notebook on my 30th birthday. I have always wanted to re-record it somewhere more permanent, so I guess it will suffice for my first official blog entry.
When I was 30, it was the best age yet.
Though I started to see and feel the years creeping into my body and my face -
The aches and pains, wrinkles and scars all held memories that still seem so near.
When I was 30, I still felt young enough to feel attractive, but I felt I really knew myself enough to feel comfortable in my own skin.
When I was 30, I realized that I was never going to be all the things I thought I was going to be, but I became more than I ever thought I could be.
When I was 30, I realized that no matter how old I become, I will still be naive about something, but I also realized that knowing that is wisdom on its own.
When I was 30, I no longer felt the need to be stronger so others would feel weaker, but I felt the need to be stronger so others could gain from my strength.
When I was 30, I began to see that an 80 year old still holds the 30 year old they once were inside. Those years and the realizations they bring can't be duplicated or deleted. They cannot be edited or borrowed. They are mine and mine alone. And when I am 80, I will look back and see that these first 30 years were building blocks for the person I will be then.
When I was 30, I played the part so well that people who saw me never would know that there is a girl of 25, 20, 15, 10, 5 and all the years in between trapped inside - except they know, because they feel the same way too.
When I was 30, it was the best age yet.
When I was 30, it was the best age yet.
Though I started to see and feel the years creeping into my body and my face -
The aches and pains, wrinkles and scars all held memories that still seem so near.
When I was 30, I still felt young enough to feel attractive, but I felt I really knew myself enough to feel comfortable in my own skin.
When I was 30, I realized that I was never going to be all the things I thought I was going to be, but I became more than I ever thought I could be.
When I was 30, I realized that no matter how old I become, I will still be naive about something, but I also realized that knowing that is wisdom on its own.
When I was 30, I no longer felt the need to be stronger so others would feel weaker, but I felt the need to be stronger so others could gain from my strength.
When I was 30, I began to see that an 80 year old still holds the 30 year old they once were inside. Those years and the realizations they bring can't be duplicated or deleted. They cannot be edited or borrowed. They are mine and mine alone. And when I am 80, I will look back and see that these first 30 years were building blocks for the person I will be then.
When I was 30, I played the part so well that people who saw me never would know that there is a girl of 25, 20, 15, 10, 5 and all the years in between trapped inside - except they know, because they feel the same way too.
When I was 30, it was the best age yet.
Where do I begin?
I have thought a lot lately about starting a blog. I have journaled since my senior year in high school when my English teacher made journaling an assignment. We had to write a paragraph a day. It could be about absolutely anything, but it had to be daily. I immediately fell in love with the assignment and since then I have filled multiple journals every year. It has helped me to spill out frustrations or excitement, record events and feelings I don't want to forget, and has often served as a reminder of where I have been and where I want to go in my life. I have often thought about what will happen to all of these journals when I die. But I guess then, it really won't matter to me much! I love historical movies, non-fiction and fiction books, and even shows like "History Detectives" and "Antiques Roadshow". In these, bits and pieces of people's journals play significant roles in placing times and events or even just getting a feel for what people thought or felt during a particular time in history. I wonder if anything I ever would write could bear any significance to the next generation. I know little about the history of my family or the personalities of those even a generation before my parents and I have always wished to know more.
When I have thought about blogging in the past, I felt like I need to start from the beginning. I was so overwhelmed, I decided blogging could wait. I also felt slightly squimish about the fact that others would read the things I wrote - while I was still alive and kicking! What if I have an embarrassing typo or what if I said something that offended someone? But I have so enjoyed keeping up with others and even learning a thing or two from other's blogs, I have decided to set aside my concerns and just start from where I am right now. So here we go....
When I have thought about blogging in the past, I felt like I need to start from the beginning. I was so overwhelmed, I decided blogging could wait. I also felt slightly squimish about the fact that others would read the things I wrote - while I was still alive and kicking! What if I have an embarrassing typo or what if I said something that offended someone? But I have so enjoyed keeping up with others and even learning a thing or two from other's blogs, I have decided to set aside my concerns and just start from where I am right now. So here we go....
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