To all you It's-too-early-for-Christmas-music-diehards.
And to all you who believe the Biebs impregnated a girl and lost all innocence..
I'm sorry if this confession strikes a nerve. But..
I have listened to Justin Bieber's Christmas cd over 10 times already.
Monday, November 7, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
nostalgia
nostalgia: a wistful or excessively sentimental yearning for return to or of some past period or irrecoverable condition.
certain music always gives me that nostalgic feeling. The Killers take me back to high school. Weezer ignites those middle school memories. And for elementary school my homeschooled musical selection basically revolved around Twila Paris or Amy Grant.
It is so easy to become nostalgic of wonderful memories and dear times. But I find that nostalgia makes me sad. Its a yearning for the past. In The Great Gatsby Fitzgerald says, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past" (which is also on his tombstone). He so often wrote about characters that dealt with the past haunting their present circumstances.
I often let my past define me, like Fitzgerald's characters. I think about what in my past has made me who I am today. While I believe my past has shaped me.. it's beautiful to realize that through Christ I have no need let my past failures define me. And though there will always be a current to battle, I know there will be calm waters eventually.
basically, nostalgia is a way weird feeling. like deja vu. but deja vu is probably weirder.
certain music always gives me that nostalgic feeling. The Killers take me back to high school. Weezer ignites those middle school memories. And for elementary school my homeschooled musical selection basically revolved around Twila Paris or Amy Grant.
It is so easy to become nostalgic of wonderful memories and dear times. But I find that nostalgia makes me sad. Its a yearning for the past. In The Great Gatsby Fitzgerald says, “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past" (which is also on his tombstone). He so often wrote about characters that dealt with the past haunting their present circumstances.
I often let my past define me, like Fitzgerald's characters. I think about what in my past has made me who I am today. While I believe my past has shaped me.. it's beautiful to realize that through Christ I have no need let my past failures define me. And though there will always be a current to battle, I know there will be calm waters eventually.
basically, nostalgia is a way weird feeling. like deja vu. but deja vu is probably weirder.
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
A day in the life of a college grad with no job!
it was a sweltering hot summer day. driving around in a car with no air conditioning was brutal. the windows offered no relief. the wind felt absent-- far far away. but the heat was not to stop my mission: to drive out to Joann Fabrics and get my fabric to make an apron. I pulled into Joann's sweating as if I just ran a 5k in the desert wearing a jumpsuit. I was a hot mess. I eyed the fabric I wanted, my eyes hungry seeing all the different patterns and colors. The measurements were cut. The ladies working there were sweat-less, comfortable in their khaki pants and long sleeve shirts. I was a monster. Greedy for fabric. Hot from the sun. Who was I?! I left the building as soon as I swiped my debit card. The drive back was even hotter. But my mission was completed. I got my fabric-- I was in the clear to make an apron.
Later that night I began. I assume I know how to do everything when it comes to sewing an apron. "I've done this before! I'm golden" I thought to myself with arrogance. And in bustle I cut the first piece of the apron out of the un-ironed fabric I laid on the ground...and as I held up and looked at the piece I cut... I realized...
it was completely wrong. I cut it terribly. The fabric was ruined. I didn't swear. I didn't yell. I simply laid down my head on the table. And it was at that moment my dear friend came over, expert sewer she is, and reassured me all was well. My mistake was not a nightmare.
From this adventure I learned a few things:
1) Air conditioning is a blessing. If you have it-- bask in it. Love on it. Respect it.
2)There are only certain khaki pants that are flattering on women. Khaki pants suck most of the time. Sorry, Joann Fabrics employees.
3) Always double check when cutting fabric. There IS a possibility you will mess up.
4) Dear friends are gems. Be thankful for a helping hand or a laugh together.
Later that night I began. I assume I know how to do everything when it comes to sewing an apron. "I've done this before! I'm golden" I thought to myself with arrogance. And in bustle I cut the first piece of the apron out of the un-ironed fabric I laid on the ground...and as I held up and looked at the piece I cut... I realized...
it was completely wrong. I cut it terribly. The fabric was ruined. I didn't swear. I didn't yell. I simply laid down my head on the table. And it was at that moment my dear friend came over, expert sewer she is, and reassured me all was well. My mistake was not a nightmare.
From this adventure I learned a few things:
1) Air conditioning is a blessing. If you have it-- bask in it. Love on it. Respect it.
2)There are only certain khaki pants that are flattering on women. Khaki pants suck most of the time. Sorry, Joann Fabrics employees.
3) Always double check when cutting fabric. There IS a possibility you will mess up.
4) Dear friends are gems. Be thankful for a helping hand or a laugh together.
Monday, August 22, 2011
BE BOLD
This summer taught me to be bold.
In my thoughts. My prayers. My actions. My relationships.
Why not dream for something big to happen? Why not pray for a miracle? Why not strike up a conversation with someone you normally wouldn't?
I have always appreciated the little things in life, especially in people's stories. What makes them who they are.
I always had the idea that in order to make a difference I had to be noticed. I had to do it BIG. It had to be perfect. But I have learned that I can do bold things in small ways. In ways where I least expect them. They might not fall in my lap. I need to find them. My imperfections teach me how to be bolder in how I live my life.
I want to show love in a new way.
In my thoughts. My prayers. My actions. My relationships.
Why not dream for something big to happen? Why not pray for a miracle? Why not strike up a conversation with someone you normally wouldn't?
I have always appreciated the little things in life, especially in people's stories. What makes them who they are.
I always had the idea that in order to make a difference I had to be noticed. I had to do it BIG. It had to be perfect. But I have learned that I can do bold things in small ways. In ways where I least expect them. They might not fall in my lap. I need to find them. My imperfections teach me how to be bolder in how I live my life.
I want to show love in a new way.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Prom.
okay, so I haven't ever been to prom. my high school didn't do prom. so I don't really understand the whole experience. I have nothing really against prom.
but.
working at a restaurant downtown, I get to people watch all night from the window. prom night graced Chattanooga with its presence.
prom kids were everywhere. and while creepily watching each one of of them, I found there was not ONE dress that was cool on a girl. not ONE couple who looked the least bit comfortable. there were gay hummer limos. and more then one parent coming by the restaurant making sure their child had enough money or "checked in."
maybe I'n just being judgmental.
but what I took away from the night was that prom is lame.
maybe its a subtle bitter resentment for never having one.
either way, i'm happy to have missed out on the skin tight, bright colored dress, overly done up hair, and awkward date trying to prove his coolness by paying for dinner.. with his parents money.
but.
working at a restaurant downtown, I get to people watch all night from the window. prom night graced Chattanooga with its presence.
prom kids were everywhere. and while creepily watching each one of of them, I found there was not ONE dress that was cool on a girl. not ONE couple who looked the least bit comfortable. there were gay hummer limos. and more then one parent coming by the restaurant making sure their child had enough money or "checked in."
maybe I'n just being judgmental.
but what I took away from the night was that prom is lame.
maybe its a subtle bitter resentment for never having one.
either way, i'm happy to have missed out on the skin tight, bright colored dress, overly done up hair, and awkward date trying to prove his coolness by paying for dinner.. with his parents money.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
LOVE
my love for Tom Waits is growing. listen to him.
maybe you hate him.
maybe you love him.
I DON'T WANNA GROW UP
maybe you hate him.
maybe you love him.
I DON'T WANNA GROW UP
Monday, March 14, 2011
splattered
ACT, DON'T WORRY- DON'T WONDER. SPEAK YOUR MIND, EMBRACE YOUR DEEPEST THOUGHTS.
live for beautiful things. DAFFODILS BLOOMING OVERNIGHT and the sweet smell of a red rose. CHOPIN. HUGS that feel genuine. a laugh that hurts.
change always will creep up on you. people change. scenery changes. pets die. hearts become warmer. hearts become callused. START GIVING A DAMN. there is grace. be humbled.
YOU MIGHT LABEL ME. I PROBABLY LABEL YOU. labels don't matter. labels aren't always truth. love the simplicity in a moment. find joy in GOD creating those moments. be wild.
live for beautiful things. DAFFODILS BLOOMING OVERNIGHT and the sweet smell of a red rose. CHOPIN. HUGS that feel genuine. a laugh that hurts.
change always will creep up on you. people change. scenery changes. pets die. hearts become warmer. hearts become callused. START GIVING A DAMN. there is grace. be humbled.
YOU MIGHT LABEL ME. I PROBABLY LABEL YOU. labels don't matter. labels aren't always truth. love the simplicity in a moment. find joy in GOD creating those moments. be wild.
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