what I've been thinking about lately

I read an article in Whole Living recently which recommended the under-appreciated and much-maligned power of obsession as a creative tool.

It really got me thinking and I would like to say that I recommend it too.

"Immerse yourself--While it may seem odd to plan an obsession (don't they grab us, not the other way around?), you have to plant those seeds to yield fruitful ideas. This may mean sitting at your desk and writing about memories of your mother, taking a long walk to mull over plots and characters, or researching herb folklore online."  I think about what do I immerse myself in? What do I plan to have in my life? What great goals are you working on as a person?

For me, there are a few things it is easy to become obsessed with:
-Environmentally friendly living
-Friends/relationships
-minimalism and design
-beauty
-art (which is not always the same as beauty)

There are so many things we could become experts on, if we only tried. I think that's what hobbies are for, if you have a hobby, it makes you an unofficial expert, right? An aficionado? Someone slightly obsessed (a paradox, I know).

conversations

I told a friend the other day (while sitting in a supply closet) that much of my on-air time in my brain is dominated by conversations I wish I could have.

I wish I could have them. Maybe I will still get to. It is never too late you know. I wonder if the barriers to me speaking up are real, or if they are, perhaps, more flimsy than I perceive them.

twice in a week

strength training. I always procrastinate it. 

but this week, I did it twice.

go me.

I don't know why I procrastinate it. It reminds me of gym class. That's why. 

ten years ago time capsule

The paper was yellow and disintegrating.  


what i felt like saying to the future :


(thumbs down) to algebra
(thumbs down) to study hall
<3 lunch
(thumbs down) to science
<3 band
<3 choir
<3 social studies
<3 school
<3 church (happy face)
(big heart) YM 
<3 sister robertson and lisa secor
<3 my leaders (and their sons)

pretty much nothing has changed. 

hand out the sunroof

why not? reaching out won't hurt you. 

rainy saturday

i love it.


gray, moody days are rife with poetry. and i come into them with fewer expectations, and more a mindset of accepting what is, and recognizing it as beautiful.