Have you ever stopped and thought about how much time you waste worrying about things? I just did. I've spent quite a bit of time worrying just today.
What else could we be doing with out thoughts? If we put half as much brain power into finding a cure to cancer, AIDS, as we do worrying we could have found a cure for both of these diseases by now!
A challenge to you: The next time a worrisome thought pops into your head, push it aside and turn your mind to something more productive.
Monday, December 28, 2009
Friday, December 25, 2009
Say It Again
No profound thoughts today other than, I love my family and my Lord. Here are the lyrics to the song "Say it Again" by Marie Digby. The song has been running through my head all day so I thought I'd share it with you. Enjoy:
The thing about love
Is i never saw it coming
It kinda crept up and took me by surprise
And now there`s a voice inside my heart that`s got me wondering
Is this true, i want to hear it one more time
Move in a little closer
Take it to a whisper
Just a little louder
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
Thing about you is you know just how to get me
You talk about us like there`s no end in sight
The thing about me is that i really want to let you
Open that door and walk into my life
Move in a little closer
Take it to a whisper
Just a little louder
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
And it feels like it`s the first time
That anybody's ever brought the sun without the rain
And never in my whole life
Have I heard words as beautiful as when you say my name
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7rUmrhG2VA
The thing about love
Is i never saw it coming
It kinda crept up and took me by surprise
And now there`s a voice inside my heart that`s got me wondering
Is this true, i want to hear it one more time
Move in a little closer
Take it to a whisper
Just a little louder
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
Thing about you is you know just how to get me
You talk about us like there`s no end in sight
The thing about me is that i really want to let you
Open that door and walk into my life
Move in a little closer
Take it to a whisper
Just a little louder
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
And it feels like it`s the first time
That anybody's ever brought the sun without the rain
And never in my whole life
Have I heard words as beautiful as when you say my name
Say it again for me
Cuz i love the way it feels when you are telling me that i`m
The only one who blows your mind
Say it again for me
It`s like the whole world stops to listen
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
When you tell me you`re in love
Say it again
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7rUmrhG2VA
Wednesday, December 23, 2009
The Waiting Rom
Today I had an appointment with my doctor at 8am. It was a miracle that I got in on such short notice but really, 8am? What college student who has already worked 16 hours this week and will be working at least 16 more in her PART-TIME job wants to get up and go to an appointment that early?
I thin that the only thing I detest more than a last minute change in plans is having to wait. I arrived at the office at 7:30, ready to fill out paperwork and such. Didn't get seen until 8:30. Yes I know what you're saying: "Andrea, you ALWAYS have to wait when you see a doctor!" I know, I know, but when I am the first appointment of the day, have all of my paperwork in order, and got there early I think I shouldn't have had to wait that long.
Anywho. While I was in the waiting room I began to think about life and how much time we spend waiting around for things. How much time do we waste by just waiting around for something to happen? How much more productive could we be if we made things happen? Make our own paths?
I thin that the only thing I detest more than a last minute change in plans is having to wait. I arrived at the office at 7:30, ready to fill out paperwork and such. Didn't get seen until 8:30. Yes I know what you're saying: "Andrea, you ALWAYS have to wait when you see a doctor!" I know, I know, but when I am the first appointment of the day, have all of my paperwork in order, and got there early I think I shouldn't have had to wait that long.
Anywho. While I was in the waiting room I began to think about life and how much time we spend waiting around for things. How much time do we waste by just waiting around for something to happen? How much more productive could we be if we made things happen? Make our own paths?
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
Another Blog Post About Work
After two extensions on my hours today I am praying that my "day off" tomorrow truly is a day off. After being on my feet for hours upon end all I want to do is vege out in front of the TV or computer, so this is what I'm doing.
I'm sorry that I have no deep or compelling thought for the day. Maybe I will tomorrow. So until then, goodnight.
I'm sorry that I have no deep or compelling thought for the day. Maybe I will tomorrow. So until then, goodnight.
My Job
Okay, so I HATE my job at the moment. I loved working there over the summer. Now, however, the thought of going in is causing me to want to pull my hair out. All of the people I loved working with are gone, management is new so they don't know what I am and am not capable of, so I am treated like a new employee who doesn't know anything. Everyone is nice enough, but...really, it's just weird.
I know that I probably shouldn't be blogging about my job, but I am. Sometimes I wish that I could just clone myself. I could send the clone to work and then I could do whatever I wanted. No, it is nice to be out of the house for a few hours a day, but sometimes I just need to vent. So thank you, my one reader, for allowing me to have this mini rant. I hope you love your job. :)
I know that I probably shouldn't be blogging about my job, but I am. Sometimes I wish that I could just clone myself. I could send the clone to work and then I could do whatever I wanted. No, it is nice to be out of the house for a few hours a day, but sometimes I just need to vent. So thank you, my one reader, for allowing me to have this mini rant. I hope you love your job. :)
Sunday, December 20, 2009
Perspective
Have you ever noticed that you see things differently when you are with different people? The same work of art, let's say Monet's Soleil Levant, can appear one way to you when you are with your mother and a completely different way when you are with your best friend. Why is that?
Today I was watching one of my favorite films with my mother. I had just watched it a few days before and even with all the crassness and several offensive scenes, I was able to look past that and see the big picture. My mind erased those bits and focused on the story and what the director achieved overall. However, when I popped the DVD in this evening and sat down with my mother all I could do was wish that the director and writers had skipped on some things. And honestly, they could have.These scenes were not in any pertinent to the story, they weren't all that funny, and they just felt awkward in comparison to the rest of the film.
Why is it that I didn't notice these things earlier? Perception. We, as human beings tend to take on the views of those who are close to us (even if we don't always agree). Whether we try to or not, we naturally look at the world through the eyes of those we hang around. This isn't always a good thing. I mean, yes it is good to understand the views of others, but we can't go along without being able to form our own opinions.
Why do we consider certain books to be classics? What makes something art? Isn't it because someone says it is and other's agree? But why do they/we agree?
Get out there people! Get exposed! Form your own opinions so that you are able to say, "This is art. This is a classic," but not because someone else said so, because YOU said so.
Today I was watching one of my favorite films with my mother. I had just watched it a few days before and even with all the crassness and several offensive scenes, I was able to look past that and see the big picture. My mind erased those bits and focused on the story and what the director achieved overall. However, when I popped the DVD in this evening and sat down with my mother all I could do was wish that the director and writers had skipped on some things. And honestly, they could have.These scenes were not in any pertinent to the story, they weren't all that funny, and they just felt awkward in comparison to the rest of the film.
Why is it that I didn't notice these things earlier? Perception. We, as human beings tend to take on the views of those who are close to us (even if we don't always agree). Whether we try to or not, we naturally look at the world through the eyes of those we hang around. This isn't always a good thing. I mean, yes it is good to understand the views of others, but we can't go along without being able to form our own opinions.
Why do we consider certain books to be classics? What makes something art? Isn't it because someone says it is and other's agree? But why do they/we agree?
Get out there people! Get exposed! Form your own opinions so that you are able to say, "This is art. This is a classic," but not because someone else said so, because YOU said so.
Light on the Subject
Have you ever looked at the sunset and wondered, "Man, how did God do it? Make the turning of the earth's hemisphere away from the sun splash so many colors across the twilight sky?" No? Well it may just be me, but who cares. As I look out my window I can count at least four shades of orange, three yellow, and twelve blue. Can I tell you exactly what shade they are? No, but I can tell you that they are all beautiful and that they cast such a beautiful light through the tree tops.
I blame my counting of colors in the sky on Mr. Gilpin (one of my professors). Last semester I took a stagecraft class and for our final project we had to build a flat and paint a scene on it of his choosing. Mine was of the sky. Easy, I thought. WRONG! 12 shades of blue that I had to mix myself. Ever since that class I have had a certain compulsion to count the colors in the sky. Especially when driving (not always the best idea).
At this very moment I would love nothing more than to produce what is going on outside my window, on a stage. Even as I look now, the colors are changing. Blue is taking over the sky once again and the orange is shrinking away in retreat turning a nice amber with hints of pink. Some lovely leaf brake gobos and perfectly selected gels all in Source Four instruments hung above an empty stage, save a ghost light that will eerily glow once the "sun" has set within a thirty minute fade time. ::sigh:: Bliss.
I blame my counting of colors in the sky on Mr. Gilpin (one of my professors). Last semester I took a stagecraft class and for our final project we had to build a flat and paint a scene on it of his choosing. Mine was of the sky. Easy, I thought. WRONG! 12 shades of blue that I had to mix myself. Ever since that class I have had a certain compulsion to count the colors in the sky. Especially when driving (not always the best idea).
At this very moment I would love nothing more than to produce what is going on outside my window, on a stage. Even as I look now, the colors are changing. Blue is taking over the sky once again and the orange is shrinking away in retreat turning a nice amber with hints of pink. Some lovely leaf brake gobos and perfectly selected gels all in Source Four instruments hung above an empty stage, save a ghost light that will eerily glow once the "sun" has set within a thirty minute fade time. ::sigh:: Bliss.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Sabbatical
Okay, so I know that some of you may be tired of hearing about this, but it has been on my mind lately. I am the kind of person that needs to fully hash something out (or it could just be a female thing, I don't know) so please bear with me.
Excuse the language for a moment, please:
Why am I (0f all people) thought of as "just a piece of ass"? I don't "put out", I don't go out with a different guy every week, and I don't dress provocatively. Is it just some pheromone that I'm sending out into the world that I am completely unaware of? The LAST thing I want is to be constantly hit on by men...excuse me BOYS, who just want sex.
After dating for a year I can officially say that I am sick of it. Now not all guys are bad, I'm not saying that. And I'm not saying that I have resigned myself to become a nun (although that option is looking better by the second). All I am saying is that I am sick of being treated like a piece of ass.
So, as of 11:37pm Central Standard Time on December 19, 2009 I am going on a sabbatical from dating. I will remain on sabbatical until I am found by a man who does not just think of me as something to be had. And I am asking you, the world, to hold me accountable. Yes, I know that probably no one reads this blog, but still it is out in public domain, and it is listed on my facebook, so people do have access to it.
Anywho, I am a single woman and I LOVE IT!!!!! To quote one of my good friends, "Maybe one day I'll meet a man worth shaving my legs for." LOL! Until then, my worn copy of Jane Eyre is enough company.
Excuse the language for a moment, please:
Why am I (0f all people) thought of as "just a piece of ass"? I don't "put out", I don't go out with a different guy every week, and I don't dress provocatively. Is it just some pheromone that I'm sending out into the world that I am completely unaware of? The LAST thing I want is to be constantly hit on by men...excuse me BOYS, who just want sex.
After dating for a year I can officially say that I am sick of it. Now not all guys are bad, I'm not saying that. And I'm not saying that I have resigned myself to become a nun (although that option is looking better by the second). All I am saying is that I am sick of being treated like a piece of ass.
So, as of 11:37pm Central Standard Time on December 19, 2009 I am going on a sabbatical from dating. I will remain on sabbatical until I am found by a man who does not just think of me as something to be had. And I am asking you, the world, to hold me accountable. Yes, I know that probably no one reads this blog, but still it is out in public domain, and it is listed on my facebook, so people do have access to it.
Anywho, I am a single woman and I LOVE IT!!!!! To quote one of my good friends, "Maybe one day I'll meet a man worth shaving my legs for." LOL! Until then, my worn copy of Jane Eyre is enough company.
Slightly Imperfect
December 2009. What a year. No roller coaster in the world could possibly compare to the way my life has been these last twelve months.
I have gained and lost friends, family members. I have utterly lost myself and then began trodding the path of life to find myself yet again. A seemingly insurmountable task most of the time. Dreams have died and new ones have sprung up.
And now on the cusp of a brand new year (well, not quite, but almost), I sit writing this blog.
Let me tell you right now, I am no good at these. I've never kept a diary. The only time I've written in a journal was when I was required to for class. And the last three...four...okay five blogs, I have completely failed at.
"So what's different this time," you may ask. Honestly, I have absolutely no idea. I may fall flat on my face with blog number six, but this time, even if I am the only person who EVER reads this, I have the mind to be heard. I may not have anything profound to say. I may come across as a whiny little girl. I may be insignificant. However, there is one thing that I want the world to know: Imperfection is perfection.
I have gained and lost friends, family members. I have utterly lost myself and then began trodding the path of life to find myself yet again. A seemingly insurmountable task most of the time. Dreams have died and new ones have sprung up.
And now on the cusp of a brand new year (well, not quite, but almost), I sit writing this blog.
Let me tell you right now, I am no good at these. I've never kept a diary. The only time I've written in a journal was when I was required to for class. And the last three...four...okay five blogs, I have completely failed at.
"So what's different this time," you may ask. Honestly, I have absolutely no idea. I may fall flat on my face with blog number six, but this time, even if I am the only person who EVER reads this, I have the mind to be heard. I may not have anything profound to say. I may come across as a whiny little girl. I may be insignificant. However, there is one thing that I want the world to know: Imperfection is perfection.
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