Today we have sun. I know it might not seem like much, but it’s winter in Chicago and we don’t see the sun as often as I might like. My kid is currently going through a bag of disposable stick-on placemats that my mother sent a while back. We’ve used one. I suppose I should go get them from him and put them away, but honestly, why bother? He’ll just get into something else he isn’t supposed to.
Today I am working on getting out of the house before noon. It looks like I’ve got about half an hour left to get out there into the sun. Let’s go, then!
it’s about the journey. I forget this often enough. Let’s begin in the middle, and continue on…
I’ve had a rough few weeks here, and although I had this blog’s purpose all figured out at one point… it appears that lack of sleep has caused me to forget a good portion of what I wanted to say! Alas. But, I do recall that I wanted to try and keep myself accountable this year. I need to figure out myself. I need to get it together. Who am I and what are my passions?
Across the blogosphere I’ve seen people choosing words for the year. Apparently, many have been doing this for years in lieu of resolutions. Love it. Why make resolutions we aren’t going to keep anyway, right? So, my word for this year is PASSION. I want to clear my head, and find out what I’m passionate about.
I tend to begin a lot of things and rarely finish them – thus, the blog. My online accountability journal. Of course, it is not necessary that anyone reads this at all. You know, it just needs to be out there.
Here are a few things I think I should explore this year: photography, knitting, yoga, sewing, some form of art, reading, and perhaps even revisit my old friend archaeology… we’ll see.
Yes, imperfection. Nobody is perfect Nothing is perfect. Why, then, are some considered “perfectionists?” I don’t feel as if I am trying to be perfect in any way. What makes me a perfectionist? I think it would be that I never want to fail miserably, so I tend not to try new things. When I was young, I considered myself “shy.” I suppose I was (am?), however that doesn’t seem to be the underlying condition.
The other day when discussing new things my son might be ready for (he’s just over a year old), my mother mentioned play-doh. No, he isn’t ready yet (he would eat it), but she mentioned how I always wanted HER to play with it for me. As a little kid. A toddler. I wanted to see how it was done *right* first. Sad, I know. I thought all little kids liked to experiment? Was I never an experimenter? When I get instructions I want SPECIFICS or I don’t feel like I know what I’m doing. Is this what makes me a perfectionist? Perhaps. Is it what causes me to quit before I’ve learned? Perhaps. Can I change? Can I find a more colorful existence? It isn’t that I’m not happy… but that I think I could be happier and more content – and regret less.
Ok, let’s begin? Uh, tomorrow? Must work on procrastination.
Step 1 – Get messy house in order (so that we can all think more clearly…)
Still trying to figure out WordPress, and decide if I like it. We’ll see. There is a learning curve I’m sure. Currently I’m having a bit of difficulty doing all of the things I already know how to do on Blogger. To be determined if I keep the blog here or move it to Blogger or somewhere else…