Wandering Heart

I was sat here thinking about this past year.  It's been an interesting one for sure. Not as interesting as some to come but not as tame as ones of the past.  I'm beginning to feel like an adult.  Not that I really know what that's supposed to feel like but who does?  (Probably the adults) I'm trying to be clever and reflective so I've come up with a list hence the title above.  Some of these are things I've learned, what I'd tell my younger self, common sense, and the like...all seen through experience. 1. Eat more fruits and veggies! 2. Travel whenever possible (but be reasonable, sometimes). 3. Start a 401(k). 4. Make time for people! 5. Have a solid plan before moving. 6. Spread kindness to everyone! 7. Always have your families back (they have yours). 8. Know that rest is productive. 9. Living for the future robs you of the present. 10. Learn to drive a manual. 11. Don't take life too seriously but also don't take it too flippantly. ...

Funny story, I only recently realized that squirrels make sounds.  All my life I thought they were silent creatures.  Come to find out, that's a lie.  Not sure why I thought it, but they actually make squeaky little noises I always assumed were coming from birds...who knew??? (Everyone but me...) So, I'm a nanny (which you might already know).  Here's some funny things my kiddos (three year old girl and five year old boy) have said... Me- "What's on your ear?" Little Girl- "Here's the truth.  I figured it out.  I have pink stain on my ear." Little Boy (after story time at the library)- "I should have told her* my name was Josh." *the librarian. Me- "Now I want pizza for dinner.  No, I should eat something better than pizza. What's better than pizza?" Little Girl- "Taco Bell!" Maybe these don't translate as well written versus hearing them said.  They are still great, though.  I wish ...

Every season of Gilmore Girls is now on Netflix, as if I needed another reason to stay cozy at home... If that's not bad enough I saw something on Facebook (clearly a true, reliable source) about Friends being added.  My social life is officially over... Speaking of Gilmore Girls, I haven't written about coffee in quite some time.  I realized it's Lorelai and Rory's fault that I love coffee so much!  Every time I watched them (first go-around of the series) I craved coffee whenever they had it and their undying enthusiasms must have rubbed off on me!  Also, and more importantly, my mom would take us to get coffee as a special treat.  So, it's really her fault, too!   Soooo, I've been trying to get back into running recently.  It's been going better than I anticipated, actually.  Except the part where I think I can justify eating anything I want.  Anyway, I was running last night, nearly halfway done, and an elderly man sitting on th...

Please tell me I am not the only one out there who always wonders if she has shaved both armpits after turning off the shower... I think maybe I will make this 'Philosophical Ponderings' a reoccurring thing.  We will see though, I hate committing. I like the idea of it though. (For all you personality typers out there, these three sentences should be very insightful to you.) Recently, I've been working around 55 hours a week.  I don't say this to make you feel sorry for me (but if you do that's fine too, just kidding).  But in this, I've thought 'I don't have any time to myself', which isn't true.  (I think I read something else that sparked this too.)  Anyways, then I started thinking my time isn't really my own to begin with.  Who cares if I'm at work or home or anywhere really. It's all time GIVEN to me to in return give and pour into others.  Right now, I'm able to be around and give to others not when I have "my time...

What is beauty? Before I jump right into the middle of this ocean, I'd like to preface this with a couple things.  Firstly, that I wrote most of this quite a few months ago and for whatever reason have not posted it until now.  And also, these are more akin to personal thoughts and observations than to straight hard facts. Now, I'm not a philosopher, expert, or even remotely educated in dealing with or answering this question, but lately I've been pondering it.  What is beauty and what does it mean to say God is beautiful? From what I have briefly read, there are two "types" of beauty.  That is to say, there is an absolute beauty.  As well as, preference through senses of what is beautiful to an individual.  None (or mostly no one) would argue the beauty of a waterfall, sunrise, language, music, laughter, etc.  But what is specifically pleasing to one (take some artwork for example) may not be to another. There is beauty in almost every...

...and it's OK. That's what I keep reminding myself. Oddly, once again this year after March I've stopped writing.  Not sure if it's from the excitement and warmth of summer or the busyness it brings, and (maybe) both.  Anyways, I'm not even sure how to fill you in on the last five months.  Sheesh!  Has it really been that long?!  For now, I don't think I'm going to even attempt to. Partly because I'm not even sure what to make of it and partly because it would quite possibly take pages to try.  I can tell you where I am now, though.  Or at least what I know of where I am now... Just to preface this, this comes from a very sensitive part of myself and I am probably writing for more my sake than yours and I apologize for that in advance. So, I am back in Boise, and I've been here for nearly three weeks.  If I had it my way, I would not be here right now.  The 'why' is probably not important.  At least for now it is not.  I do...

Oh goodness, where has the time gone!  I've had no ideas as to what I should "blog" about.  You'd think it would be opposite as things have changed in life; working to schooling, housing to dorming, movie watching to book reading, much leisure time to busyness.  One might think that these might cause reason to write and maybe by the end of the post I will see it has, but the betweens of posts has bred to difficultly to create "new ideas". Firstly, all the warnings are true.  Chicago is a FREEZING city!  I'm back in Boise for a few weeks and the warmth it radiates is thawing my bones.  Literally.  I'm pretty sure they were frozen to the marrow!  To help keep the warmth in me...well, not even that, that's just an excuse...rather, because I freakin' love it, I've made it a point to visit as many coffee shops as much as is possible.  Unfortunately, it's made me a more "snobbier" coffee consumer than I already was... I'm ...

I don't have anything profound or thoughtful to say tonight.  In fact, I don't even have anything planned to write about.  I just have a need to process and writing gives me that opportunity.  My life is quite different than a month ago.  (I know, that is a very obvious statement.)  I find myself in places that I have not experienced in quite some time.  Just to mention a few, these include...not know the people I am surrounded by everyday; the people I'm surrounded with not knowing me; learning how to be in a classroom and learn, again; in need of a job.  I do not say these things for you to feel sorry for me.  So please, don't.  It is simply where I am right now and where I knew, going into this, I would be.  In time, despite my American desire for instantaneousness (which is a made-up word), this will not be where I shall remain. For those of you who may be wondering, my classes are pretty fantastic.  I have an excellent group ...

I started writing this and literally backspaced ALL of it out.  I was going to tell you about the missing months from my blog from last year and you know what, as I was writing EVERYTHING started with I, I, I've, I'm, I, I, I, I, I, I, IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII.  Sometimes, I get sick from myself.  This little intro is no better. All this to say, or ask rather, what would you do if you met YOU walking down the street, or sitting in a coffee shop?  How would you respond to yourself when faced with...yourself (literally your face in front of your face, eyes leveling with each other)?  To me, this adds a different dimension then the facing of ourselves we do everyday in our minds; it's a physical confrontation with you. I didn't get this idea on my own.  It's from a movie called "Another Earth", very interesting concept, cinematography is not the greatest but I did enjoy the story line! P.S "Another Earth" was co-writ...