I love this clip. You know we all feel this way at some time or another. There have been many times when someone tells me a long, sad story about a problem, under the ruse of wanting advice, but in reality they just want to belly-ache. And all I want to tell them is, “Just get over it!” Or, “You know the solution, so go do it!”
Sometimes you’ve just got to be a grown-up and face life. Put on your big girl panties and move forward.
And sometimes, I think I need to wake up and take my own advice!
One of my favorite things to do is to sit on my back porch at night. It’s quiet. The twinkle lights hanging above my head emit a warm glow that makes everything look more lovely. I like the smell of the fresh air, and my view of my pretty flowers that I work so hard to keep alive.
Sitting out here calms me. It’s peaceful. It’s where I do my best reading, or Bible studying, or even homework. It’s also where I do my best thinking.
Tonight, on my way home from seeing Batman (which I loved!), I heard a radio DJ read a letter that sparked my imagination. The author was a single lady who met a cute guy on an airplane. Both were doing a crossword puzzle, and he briefly told her she was pretty. She was interested, but felt shy, so she barely spoke to him. Once they got off the plane, they got separated in the crowd. She looked for him at baggage claim, but he never came. And now, she wonders what would have happened if she had talked to her handsome stranger on the plane.
So this gal wrote to Delilah, a nationally syndicated radio DJ, to ask her to help find her handsome stranger. The odds are definitely not in her favor. But wouldn’t it be neat if she DID find him? Wouldn’t it be the perfect beginning of a love story?
Or maybe she’s a stalker. And maybe he’s creepy. You never know.
This one is framed and up in my house in a place I where I can see it every day:
If you stumble… make it part of your dance.
It may be one of my favorites. If you’ve ever met me, you’ll know why!
Actually, it’s back on the treadmill.
For the past year or so, I’ve been too busy to think straight, so working out was pretty low on the priority list. But with a short (and wonderful!) break from grad school, and plans for a much quieter fall, I’ve decided to hit the gym again.
And since I don’t do ANYTHING half-way, I’ve decided to run a half-marathon in December. Maybe. Probably. We’ll see. I tried to train for one a few years back, and got bored at around 8 miles. I mean, 8 miles just takes so darn LONG to run! And I have so many other things to do that are more fun. Like eating ice cream. And getting pedicures. Or picking up my dry cleaning.
But maybe this time will be different. It helps that I have friends who want to do it, and I’m a sucker for some good peer pressure. Tonight I ran 4 miles on the elliptical, but I had a lot of resistance, so I’m sure those 4 miles were equal to 10 or 15 on the treadmill. See, I’m practically ready for that half marathon right now.
One of my favorite posts on my old blog was from the day, back in October 2005, when I finally got my first gym membership. Not much has changed since then. Only Brandan (with an “A”) is probably in prison by now. And here’s another retro workout post for good measure.
My flowers live an extreme life. They either look like this:
Or this:
It’s definitely survival of the fittest in my garden!
I think the Concert in the Gardens is cursed. At least, it’s cursed for me.
The first time I tried to go (on a date), it was rained out. But that’s cool, because that guy is long gone.
The second time I tried to go (another date), it didn’t rain. But it ended up being my last date with a different guy.
So this time, I decided to go with friends. No dates. Just friends. And you know what?
It poured on us. We got soaked. And cold. We had to run back to the bus, dragging our elaborate picnic (which I had made for everybody) through the mud. We didn’t see a concert. Didn’t see any fireworks. Although we did see plenty of lightening.
So I give up. No more Concerts in the gardens for me. I’ll go see the symphony like a normal person. Indoors.
But, the night wasn’t a total loss. I ended up having a fabulous “Bethe night” on my couch, curled up with a book, listening to classical music with the rain providing a soothing backdrop.
I need to do that again.
I have an internal battle raging about my blog. Part of me wants to purposely keep it light-hearted and surface level. And silly. Because who really wants to read deep thoughts from some silly blonde girl who’s constantly trying to reinvent herself? I know you have much better things to do. So do I.
Besides, I don’t want to air out my business for all of the strangers of the blogworld to see. It’s weird to think that some lady name Sally in Seattle might know my latest drama. Or that one of my friends might recognize themselves and (gasp) be weirded out. So I purposely don’t write about other people, except for silly stuff.
I especially don’t write about boys, although if I did, I think my blog would be a lot more interesting. Because let’s face it, dating is quite entertaining. And awkward. And dramatic. And funny. But I can’t document it for the world to see, because then the next boy would get to see my postings about past boys, and that would be weird. So I leave guy stuff out. (But trust me, there’s some great stories in there.)
So what’s left is random postings about life that don’t involve boys, or particular friends, or anything important. And if you strip all of that away, my life is pretty darn boring. And who wants to read about that?
So I’ll just say this. Life is interesting. I find it so entertaining to watch my life twist and turn like a mountain road, bringing unexpected adventures at every turn. Sometimes I feel like I’m about to drive off a cliff, sometimes I feel like I’m about to make it to the summit. And along the way, I’m really enjoying the view.