This song has been keeping me company lately. It's haunting and beautiful and it sits on my heart just right right now.
Life has been hard lately, friends.
It's difficult to come up with the words to explain without sounding like I'm all capable of is complaining, so "hard" is the best I have right now. Thank you to all of you who have [virtually] kept me company these past few days while Ben has been gone. It's been so nice to get your encouraging tweets and Instagram comments. I'm thankful for all of your friendships. I know that in the face of all of this Hurricane Sandy devastation, my problems are small, but I didn't get that job that I interviewed for a few weeks ago. It seemed like the perfect opportunity, and I thought I did well when I met them, and to be turned down even though I'm more than qualified is kind of awful. I've never been turned down for a job that I really wanted before. And because I'm lost and vulnerable [and to be honest, hormonal], this raises all sorts of questions about where I belong, what am I doing with my life, what the heck is God's plan for me, does He even care, etc. All things that are a Big Deal. And then when I get my truck stuck in a ditch, realize that I forgot to do homework for a grad school class I've only been in for 3 weeks, and know I have to go home to a husband-less house? That's all just the icing on my very sad cake. I'm really trying to see the positive. For example, there was a nice D.O.T guy right down the road this morning that pulled me out of the ditch with a backhoe. And on my way to work, I treated myself to a really delicious burger and milkshake. And as soon as I leave the office today, I'm heading home to do nothing but lay on my couch all night and not talk to a damn person. So there are good things. There are definitely good things.
Sometimes, on a Monday, you leave your house without shoes on by accident and don't notice until you're all the way out to the garage, getting your bike. You ride into town to get your hair cut [woo bangs!], stop at the grocery store after, and then get home to realize you left the beef you just bought at the store, which is the whole reason why you went there in the first place. You decide to just drive the car back to the store to save time, but can't find the key anywhere, which is when you realize that your husband took the one and only key to the car with him to school. You call in to work and explain that you have no way of getting there, hang up the phone, and turn this song on. Sometimes, you just need to dance it out. Ho Hey by The Lumineers on Grooveshark
after like 2 months, i finally remembered i had this blog.
i would apologize, but i think maybe like two people read it.
so i'm over it.
december was crazy.
the beginning was the end of my semester:
reading, writing, projects, presentations, tests.
yuck.
then break finally came around and i was the laziest girl ever.
i had a prison break marathon with b
what's not to love?
we have michael's hot tattoos and his even hotter brain.
and lincoln... just look at him.
my sister and i had a The Office marathon, plowing through seasons 1-3 and half of 4.
i slept in everyday, read on my awesome Nook, shopped (!), and more.
it was out of control.
the dream winter break.
The best part was spending so much time with my family.
With my parents not together, that adds a few extra Christmases, so i"m pretty sure we had a total of 7 celebrations? maybe 8? i certainly can't keep track.
now, it's back to school.
my musical opened last weekend and we had a really good time.
another show was last night, followed by a cute little sleepover; now there's two more and we're all done. how sad.
i'm glad i did it.
classes should be interesting this semester, and i'm working a ton.
i'm searching around to find the best program to run away to france this summer.
there's so many factors that go into it, and i'm scared it might get too expensive, but we'll see.
i have to go.
i've wanted to do this for forever, and b's gonna be deployed in some dumb middle eastern country for the whole stinking summer (plus some), so i have to get the heck out of here.
running around barefoot here, hopping on this bike to race to the beach with my sister, jumping in the ocean, laying out on the sand to dry our hair and turn a beautiful bronze.
this is what my room looks like after a weekend of shows. both sets of parents, plus my wonderful boyfriend brought me beautiful flowers so it's like a garden up in here. i love it.
i don't have the commitment willpower to sit down and write every day, or every other, or even every week.
i realized when was contemplating quitting the musical that i have commitment issues.
not typical "woe is me, i can't keep a relationship" love commitment issues.
but time commitment issues.
the idea that i have to do something at a certain time annoys the crap out of me.
how i know i have rehearsal at this time, these days, every single week is so frustrating!
who wants to be the person that says "nope, at these times, every single week for 3 months i'm busy."?
i want to be able to run away when i want to!
i want to have the ability to be spontaneous!
i don't want to be tied downnnnn!
anyways, enough complaining.
today i decided i would share with the world [or the 2 people i think read this] what blogs i read.
these are the ones that
a) made me fall in love with the idea of blogging in the first place
or
b) reduce my homework productivity dramatically because i check them obsessively to see if they've posted any new, witty, gorgeous words/pictures/clothes/ideas for me to be envious of.
the sun was shining when i woke up, on my way to class and even now,
it's the perfect crisp temperature for fall,
my time with jesus has been really fulfilling lately,
good hair days are always a miracle,
this boy is the cutest in the world
and he loves me.
i haven't had much time for blogging lately because i'm in a musical!
i saw signs around campus that the community theatre was doing 42nd Street and i thought
"i did that in high school. i miss tapping. i love tapping! hooray!"
so i auditioned and you're looking at a member of the tappity tap dance ensemble.
as my friends know, i frequently complain about going to rehearsal and i even contemplated quitting,
but i've decided that when i'm there i love it, so i'm sticking with it.
i love being a dancer again.
i did it from when i was 3 all through high school.
that's who i am.
i'm so excited to dress up and get my hair and make up done again and wear gaudy costumes and have people come watch me dance my little feet off.
so if you hear me complaining, ignore it.
i secretly love every part of it.
in other news, even though i haven't written about it, i've still made time for feeling alive.
this has been done in corn maizes, wrapped up with b in the bed of his truck star gazing, road trips, reading wonderful books, having chatty dates with my girls, tappin away, drinking as much coffee disguised as chocolate as Garlock and my bank account will allow, and falling in love with this song:
i've decided that amongst my lively life, there needs to be time taken out for inspiration.
this summer held a lot of soul searching and self-realization
and i found that i'm a dreamer.
i'm sure the people who know me could have told you that years ago, but i finally realized just how alive i feel when i use some of the time God has given me
to find beautiful things and read beautiful words and look at beautiful love stories.
so this new blog is my way of keeping all of the things that melt my heart in one place.
this is my first time keeping a blog.
and your first time reading my blog.
so let's take some time to get acquainted.
i'm a woman, therefore i frequently change my mind.
but as of tonight, here is one of each of my favorite things:
it's images like these that take my breath away.
love captured so perfectly.
so hauntingly.
clay austin is one of my favorite photographers.
he takes captivating pictures and writes enchanting words on his blog here:
Some men dream of crossing oceans
Some men dream one day to fly
Spend their whole lives out there floating on the water and the sky
Some men dream of building fortunes
Some men dream of having fame
Nothing else is more important then making money and a name
but, In my dreams, I see
A little sky blue house beside a small stream
A front porch, a screen door,
The sound of barefeet running and cartoons.
In my dreams, your dreams come true
I come find you in your garden
Pulling weeds between the rows
Trade a kiss for a glass of water
Sit and watch what love can grow
In my dreams, I see
A little sky blue house beside a small stream
A front porch, a screen door,
The sound of barefeet running and cartoons.
In my dreams, your dreams come true
In my dreams, your dreams
Are the only things that really matter to me
When you smile, i smile
What makes you happy makes me happy too
In my dreams, your dreams come true
-"in my dreams" by josh turner
a poem that resonates every time i read and reread it:
(by robert kogar)
i want you to wear me
comfortably.
as you would a dress,
or the silver necklace that you wear
around your neck.
comfortably, so that i am always
next to you:
but most important-
something you decide
each morning to select.
and a field of wildflowers i want nothing more than to go sit and read in:
the photographer i mentioned earlier, Clay Austin, writes about "The Goodness".
i don't remember his exact words because going back now, i can't find the original post on it.
but as i remember it, "The Goodness" refers to the moment when we find something so beautiful and so perfect, we can't help but stop.
we look at this Goodness and revel in it and thank God that there are beautiful things in the world that make our hearts both beat faster and stop at the same time.
i live for finding my own Goodness every day.
i wish i could come up with my own name for it, so i wouldn't feel so much like
i'm stealing Mr. Austin's thoughts.
but for now, please go search for The Goodness in your life.
and when you find it, cherish it.
for now, i have some college kid things i have to attend to.