My personality has many facets, so I expect that my blog will as well if it is to accurately reflect me. It definitely would not be a complete picture of me without some aspect of photography (Did ya catch that? Clever, hunh?) and of course, old stuff. I love taking pictures, and I love old stuff. Old stuff like books. I love gingerly flipping through yellowed pages wondering who read those words, sliding my hand over the dusty cover, thinking of all the hands that may have touched this book before mine. Who were they? Where did they live? Where did they go? Why did they have this book? Did they like it? I have an old trunk in my living room, (a couple of them actually) and I always wonder what stories that trunk could tell. Where has it been? What treasured belongings and worthless objects has it held? Did it travel far, or rest confined in an attic somewhere? Continue reading "Reflections of Life Left Behind in the Dust"
So obviously blogs are pretty personal, and to write a blog you are putting yourself out there, giving up some level of privacy, and opening yourself to vulnerability with each post you share. So I felt it was only right that I would ask my hubby and my son what level of involvement they wanted in this new adventure of mine. I started by asking the hubby, figuring this would be fine with him since he has been involved in me doing this all along. Goddess: "So are you okay with me talking about you in the blog?" Hubby: "Why would you talk about me?" G: "Oh, I don't know, maybe because it's about my life?? And you're kind of a big part of my life???" H: "I don't know. Are you gonna make me sound like an idiot?" Continue reading "Dr. Smooth and My Knight in Tarnished Armor"
Lots of people commented or wrote about my first blog post to show their support, and I send a heartfelt thanks to each and every one of you! I am feeling the love and loving it! Several said reading about my leap into following my dreams inspired them to look at their own lives and their own dreams. I think that's awesome. We should all do an inventory every now and then to ask where we are and where we want to be. I think we all want to look back on the life we lived and be happy with the overall picture. But our professions, our possessions and our accomplishments will not define our lives as much as who we were to those around us. What would those who knew me say if they were asked who I was? Was I a good friend? Was I loving and kind? Did I make time for others? Did I help those in need? Did I make people laugh? (hopefully with me, not at me) Did people know I loved them? Was my desk always clean and organized? (Yeah, I figure it's a gimme that I'm going to fail on some of the questions.) Continue reading "Known by Love (why everyone should have an Aunt Zula)"