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It seems as if it's been a long time since I've had an all day thunderstorm at my home. So, I look outside today, and I see overcast skies, rain falling, and hear thunder rumbling. I really do love weather like this. I want to do things like bake bread or sugary treats, or watch a movie, or work on a hobby.
Somehow, these rainy days have come to be associated with relaxing. I haven't figured that out yet, but it must stem from my childhood. Good Times.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
voted most likely to succeed
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I think about how in high school I was voted "most likely to succeed." Now, nearly 10 years later, I think that's a pointless designation. And yet. I struggle with the idea that somehow, I'm not living up to... something. What is the definition of success? Money, an impressive-sounding job, fame? Somewhere in my mind, I must think that these are the definitions of success. When I graduated high school, I thought I would be an architect. When I graduated college, I had some ideas about where I might like to go with a career, but those things seemed to be less impoartant than a relationship with my now-husband. Now, I feel the need to make what I do sound impressive. Who am I trying to impress? It's not the people I live with on a daily basis, but people I haven't seen in years.
What I wish the most is that I could unload and dispose of all those ideas about what sucess is, and where I think other people think I should be in my life, and just accept the wonderful things that I do have. Is it a waste to have skills and abilities, and not use them in a way that gets me a pile of money or a title? I guess I think so, but really, given the chance, I don't think I would trade what I have for what I think other people might expect of me. However, something in me still wants to be more than a housewife.
What this reveals to me is the conflict between the expectations of the World, and the expectations of my God. I find comfort in the thought that God doesn't care if I'm an architect, historic preservationist, or gainfully employed. Am I serving Him? and I loving His children? I may fall short on those expectations, but these are the things that truely matter in life. Now, if I could just let go of the others that don't matter.
I think about how in high school I was voted "most likely to succeed." Now, nearly 10 years later, I think that's a pointless designation. And yet. I struggle with the idea that somehow, I'm not living up to... something. What is the definition of success? Money, an impressive-sounding job, fame? Somewhere in my mind, I must think that these are the definitions of success. When I graduated high school, I thought I would be an architect. When I graduated college, I had some ideas about where I might like to go with a career, but those things seemed to be less impoartant than a relationship with my now-husband. Now, I feel the need to make what I do sound impressive. Who am I trying to impress? It's not the people I live with on a daily basis, but people I haven't seen in years.
What I wish the most is that I could unload and dispose of all those ideas about what sucess is, and where I think other people think I should be in my life, and just accept the wonderful things that I do have. Is it a waste to have skills and abilities, and not use them in a way that gets me a pile of money or a title? I guess I think so, but really, given the chance, I don't think I would trade what I have for what I think other people might expect of me. However, something in me still wants to be more than a housewife.
What this reveals to me is the conflict between the expectations of the World, and the expectations of my God. I find comfort in the thought that God doesn't care if I'm an architect, historic preservationist, or gainfully employed. Am I serving Him? and I loving His children? I may fall short on those expectations, but these are the things that truely matter in life. Now, if I could just let go of the others that don't matter.
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
Halloween
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I don't get much into Halloween. This year, I happened to be visitng family, and I ended up going out with a pile of children and adult supervisors for trick or treating.
This is me in my "costume" next to my sis-in-law, who's costume is more readily understood.
Aren't I lovely? Had I ever contemplated going blonde, I now have evidence that it would be a poor choice. Unless I wore lots and lots of make up. Which I suppose just might lend more creedence to some of the suggestions of what exactly I was for halloween.
I don't get much into Halloween. This year, I happened to be visitng family, and I ended up going out with a pile of children and adult supervisors for trick or treating.
This is me in my "costume" next to my sis-in-law, who's costume is more readily understood.
Aren't I lovely? Had I ever contemplated going blonde, I now have evidence that it would be a poor choice. Unless I wore lots and lots of make up. Which I suppose just might lend more creedence to some of the suggestions of what exactly I was for halloween.
Monday, November 06, 2006
Proof
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Frequently, when I go on vacation with my husband, there is no photographic evidence that I actually was where ever we visted. There's proof of him being there, but not so much me.
So, I present to you a rare instance of photographic evidence that I have indeed been to the American side of Niagara Falls.
This was taken on the third day of travel to move a friend out to his new home in the northeast. It was wet, but it was still cool to see. And Loud. I'd go again.
I Also have proof my husband was there, but, Alas, I can offer no proof that we were there together, or even at the same time.
That's Canada in the background, and then the backs of Joses and Randy.
Frequently, when I go on vacation with my husband, there is no photographic evidence that I actually was where ever we visted. There's proof of him being there, but not so much me.
So, I present to you a rare instance of photographic evidence that I have indeed been to the American side of Niagara Falls.
This was taken on the third day of travel to move a friend out to his new home in the northeast. It was wet, but it was still cool to see. And Loud. I'd go again.
I Also have proof my husband was there, but, Alas, I can offer no proof that we were there together, or even at the same time.
That's Canada in the background, and then the backs of Joses and Randy.
Pointless Pix
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So, As I'm going through nearly a thousand images that I've taken with my camera in the last year, I am beginning to wonder: What is the point of taking photos if I don't share them with anyone?
So, I'll be searching for a decent, secure, large, and free online place for me to share my photos with family and friends.
Or, I could just make sure that when I see people, I take a slideshow or something to play.
I do sometimes take pictures for the sake of art, but somethings I take just for fun. Maybe I should start putting up some of my art pictures, just so I'll start taking better pics!
So, As I'm going through nearly a thousand images that I've taken with my camera in the last year, I am beginning to wonder: What is the point of taking photos if I don't share them with anyone?
So, I'll be searching for a decent, secure, large, and free online place for me to share my photos with family and friends.
Or, I could just make sure that when I see people, I take a slideshow or something to play.
I do sometimes take pictures for the sake of art, but somethings I take just for fun. Maybe I should start putting up some of my art pictures, just so I'll start taking better pics!
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