Summer’s almost here. Finally!!!!!!! Big girl has tons of plans for us this summer so I’m not sure how much I’m actually going to get done that isn’t on her list. However, I do want to try to get back into my blog. So…..*fingers crossed* hopefully I’ll actually be able to get some writing done this summer instead of waiting months between posts……
Stay tuned for some updates about: summer plans, crafting stuff, and party planning….at least….that’s what I’m hoping…..
So, this year has just flown by. And this semester has been crazy. Working full-time, a 3 year old and a 6 month old, and taking grad school courses….well….my extra time has been non-existent. So, my new goal for 2015 is to attempt to post something at least once a week. The important word in that sentence is “attempt.”
We shall see how well that works out…..
I woke up to my clock radio as usual. But there was not going to be anything usual about this day. I remember thinking how lucky I was to share an apartment with my besties – both of whom had been kind enough (or just didn’t want to argue) to give me the only actual bedroom while one’s bedroom was basically the back porch and the other’s was the dining room. I remember being thankful when people announced that they had heard from so-and-so who had graduated in previous years – apparently they hadn’t gone in to work that day, or they were scheduled to work later, or they were currently out of town. I remember the eerie quiet of campus. I’m not sure if classes were cancelled or if everyone just decided that this was not a day to sit in a lecture. I remember watching the giant tv that had been brought in to the university center and seeing the towers burn. I watched until I couldn’t watch anymore then would return to the tv once more. It all seemed too surreal and I needed to see in order to believe that it was really happening. I stopped watching when I realized that that wasn’t debris falling from the buildings. I remember hugs lasting longer than they ever had before. I remember holding hands with strangers that night as we stood in candlelight.
I’ve begun to think that perhaps one of the biggest things that the terrorists did to us that day (in addition to, of course, the immense and terrible loss of life) was FEAR. September 12 was a day of panic. How could this have happened? What would happen next? We became afraid of others. Afraid of the past. Afraid of the future. And then the fear turned to anger. And then the anger built and built and built and then turned to a lack of compassion and love. General politeness disappeared and doesn’t seem to be making a return anytime soon.
We hide behind our keyboards and assume that we can say anything and the words are just that – words. We worry about ourselves and our own problems without thinking that, perhaps, we are called to love others. A quick glance at the comments on most posts on Facebook and you will find amazing and astounding levels of anger and hatred. Respect for others seems to be completely gone. For heaven’s sake, we now live in an age in which an elected official can yell out “You lie!” to the President of the United States in the middle of a speech.
There is a great scene in a great movie, Love Actually, when we hear Hugh Grant’s character talk about love being everywhere. So, on this day, let us remember those that we lost but let us do so by remembering what we still have. Give a hug or a smile. Make your written words reflect what you would want others to say to you. Go out of your comfort zone. Enjoy the beauty that is hidden in plain sight.
I don’t normally (or I never have before) get off the topics of crafting, baking, kitty cats and babies on this blog but today I felt the need to get out a few thoughts.
Love really is all around.
That last post was my 200th post! Yay! Yay me! Honestly, if you would’ve asked me back in November of 2009 if I thought that I would still be posting to this blog in 2014, I’m not sure what my answer would’ve been. But, I’m glad that I’ve been able to keep it going for almost five years now.
Here’s the next 200!
And sometimes, taking a nap is the most productive thing that you can do.
Nap time. Not writing time.
Just a quick woo-hoo for myself……that last post was my 150th post! What started out as something that would (try to) hold me accountable to finishing projects that I started is actually still going.
*patting self on back*
I think that I’ve figured out a way to encourage my blogging in 2013. In past years, I tried to do a blog a week. That meant a lot of writing and a lot of time spent figuring out what I would write about. This year, I am going to try my hand at taking and posting a picture a week.
WordPress does a weekly photo challenge and I will be (hopefully) taking part.
So, send some positive thoughts my way.
If I keep this going into February, I’ll be happy.