Live Your Life

My husband gave me some good advise yesterday, "Stop trying to be like other people and do what they do.  Just be yourself and do what you're passionate about.  You live your life."  And he's so right.  And I'm so bad at that.  Second to an uncanny selfishness, my other big sin is fear of man.  I'm a people-pleaser.  And it does me no good.  And I don't want my daughter learning that.  So, in the spirit of full disclosure: I love my job because I love helping people, I hate knitting because it makes me feel mental, I love gardening because I love digging in the dirt and playing with worms (and if nothing ever grew, I'd still love it), I totally love shocking people with grossness (my daughter audibly giggles at her own farts and I'm 100% to blame), my all time favorite thing to do is waste time with my husband, I love me a good movie, and I love to lie on the floor and absorb an entire album.  I only like reading books when I don't actually realize I'm reading (sorry Shakespeare--you're just too damn convoluted) and I actually don't mind a bit that my house is super messy.  There, all things I generally wouldn't admit.  That actually makes me feel a lot better.  :)

The Dead are Waking

Wooooooooooooooooot! So, last time I posted, well, different life then. Now have hubby and baby. Baby's gonna be 9 months old in a couple days--how's she's grown. Anyway, maybe I'll actually make something of this blog. I've always kept it in the back of my mind. Life now doesn't resemble what it was when this blog got started--I'm different in a million ways--all good (well mostly, I hope!). I have a lot to offer (who doesn't?). I've got things to say--and not just dark and poetical things--real life and living things. I think I always liked the idea of this blog, but could never make it happen because I was just altogether too sad. Not sad now. :)

This morning and last I made my husband porage for breakfast and we ate together before he went to work. It was very nice. There is something very wonderful about sending your man off into the world with a full belly and a packed lunch. Nothing makes you feel more like a woman, like a meaningful and uncontentious wife than to take care of and properly feed your husband. This is life.

Mission Statement

I'm not 100% sure what I'm doing here, but I need a hobby and this fits the bill. This is not going to be a themed blog like a cooking blog or an art blog or a current events blog, just my blog. Life in general and in specific. But now I must go because today it's running and business and to-do.

Life is not life without...

...the refresh of fall or bare feet on cold dirt or seeing clouds gray and heavy with rain. These are the things I take comfort in; these are the things I so often refuse to admit. I move so quickly, so quickly to forget; but I don't know why. Selah.