I have recently discovered a love for Filofax binders, and planners in general. Printing my own inserts for them, decorating, writing in many colors, stickers, and more. It’s really FUN, but wow……I’ve come to realize that I move from one obsession to the next….seeking something….but never finding it. Or, finding it briefly and then moving on again.
Previous loves include photography, shoes, making candles and soaps, handbags and……shoes. I don’t love the past obsessions any less, but once I’ve moved on, I don’t usually return. Except for the shoes, of course, ’cause c’mon…..SHOES. I’m also a long-time lover of pens and paper….the nicer, the better. Smooth Levenger and Rhodia paper are my favorites, and I’m currently in love with my Lamy fountain pen. Especially since I just put a purple cartridge in it!
What is it that I’m looking for, though? I can’t help wondering what kind of fulfillment I’m missing that I have to fill it with a string of, “currently obsessing over…” items. It seems some deep soul-searching might be in my near future.
Meanwhile…..I’ll be at my desk….doodling in my planners. 🙂
It gets away quickly when you’re not paying attention, doesn’t it?
It’s been a dismal start to the year so far, but I have HIGH hopes for the rest of it…beginning tomorrow. Why? Because it’s Chinese New Year, signifying the beginning of the Year of the Horse. Guess what I am? Yep…..a Horse. 🙂
Not everything I’ve read has agreed that Horses tend to have a good year in the Year of the Horse, but more often than not they fare better than in many non-Horse years. Hopeful, right?
So far, I’ve managed to NOT keep ANY of my New Year’s resolutions. My excuse is that tomorrow actually signals MY “new year,” and so I will become accountable beginning then. Hey – that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.
How about you? New Year’s resolutions trashed or on track? How has the first month of 2014 treated you? What hopes do you have for the rest of the year?
Thank goodness my mom retains her sense of humor. Actually, in a lot of ways she’s more childlike than ever. Not just because her mental capacity is shrinking, but because her world has much less stress, less anxiety, less worry. Her natural, fun loving, silly self is beginning to show through, a side I’ve rarely seen. I’m enjoying it quite a bit!
Recently, we were in the car going to eat dinner, and talking about her age. She has the normal aches and pains that beset all of us later in life. “After all, you ARE 79, Mom,” I told her. She says, “79?!?” “How old are you?” she asks. I tell her I’m 46. She exclaims again, “46?! You don’t look 46!” “How old do I look?” “47!” 🙂 Ba dum dum.
A thousand comedians are out of work and you wanna be funny. 😉 LOL!
I’m a shopper….and I love it. I love looking at pretty things, even ones I can’t afford, from cars to jewelry to shoes. I love the stores, the lights, the clearance racks, finding a great bargain, checking out a new place and being pleasantly surprised. I love the sense of many possibilities I get when I walk in to a store. Is that PERFECT pair of jeans or handbag or sweater waiting for me in here? I shop secondhand a lot too, which I think justifies the occasional retail purchase. Right? (Wink!)
I ran across this blog on D Magazine’s website, full of tips on what’s happening for the “shop till you drop” crowd. Suffice to say, I know where I’ll be Friday night….mapping out my must-see shopping destinations for the weekend!
They sing in the rain. They smile in the face of adversity. They pick themselves up after a fall. They see the glass as half full, representing hope instead of the half emptiness of despair. They laugh. They make jokes during stressful moments. They pursue hobbies. They love.
I’m learning. Every single day. A new world awaits!
It’s taken me quite some time to get to this place in life, and I mostly like the person I am. Sure, I have my moments, things get me down sometimes. Who doesn’t? Life is like that, I guess. Hard work, sweat, tears, blood. It hasn’t been all bad, of course. But when things were down….they were REALLY down.
I had an epiphany about a week ago, and then I saw this pic on Facebook. It was like a flashbulb went off in my head. OMGosh….really?
All this time I felt guilty, like I was the one that was wrong, or that something was wrong with me. I thought if I only lost weight, didn’t express an opinion, agreed with everything, they’d love me, finally. But nothing I do, or say, or think can make the people who’ve been bullying me my whole life less poisonous. They are who they are because of their own past, the events and people that shaped them. It’s NOT my fault, and I’m NOT going to take the blame any longer.
I’m done apologizing for being me. I’m done letting the judgments hurt me or make me feel unworthy. I’m done worrying about what people think. From now on, I’m gonna do what I want to do, and to heck with the rest. It’s MY life, right? I wasn’t put here to make anyone but ME happy!
Like my mom always says, “I’m ok, it’s the REST of the world that’s wrong!” Amen, momma!