Most nights, just before I take my glasses off and call it a nite I check my iPhone one last time. Tuck in FB & Twitter. Make sure gmail & yahoo are bedbug and spam free. And weather channel & local news so I can ponder the morning's wardrobe selection while I sleep.
Well tonight I add what I hope will be a habit. Reflections on the day. Hopes for tomorrow. My nightly prayer is generally the same as it's always been. Please lord watch over us tonight. See us through another day. Please let it be free of drama, stress, anxiety. Please let me BE.
Today I was so exited for all the possibilities that await this site. Spent hours researching. I hope the momentum continues so that I can see the ideas in my head manifest into reality.
bedtime philosophy: tonight it's deep. tomorrow it's HUH?!?! Goodnite. SleepyME
Monday, March 1, 2010
HappyME: March 1 6am-ish
So this was the scene I stepped outside to find this morning. Yeah so what's so special about it, one may ask. Well, I'll tell you. This scene made my day. You see, normally when I leave out of my house to go to work @ 6am-ish, it's dark. Like barely dawn dark. Last week I noticed that I didn't have to turn on my highbeams on the back road to work. But after being snowed in and working from home the past 3-4 days, I really noticed the change. And @ 6:30am when I'm pulling up to work it was real live daytime out. (although i was pulling up to WaWa's for my coffee instead of clocking in, but hey I was only 15 mins late)
And as if my day wasn't already a little brighter, it's the first day of MARCH. A month that contains several of my favorite holidays including the Ides of March (Beware!), St Patrick's Day ( I'm selfproclaimed Irish, Jamaican-Irish to be exact) AND THE FIRST DAY OF SPRING!!!!! So yes even though I'm from CT and have seen it snow the last weekend in APRIL, I had a whole lotta pep in my step today. Because Winter your days are numbered. Soon temps will rise and trees will bud. Then you, the Hawk, and good ol' PhillyGasWorks can kick rocks!!!!!!
MommyME: It Never Fails...
No matter what time I have to get up in the morning, it never fails. Somehow some way my kid will find a way to wake me up 1/2 hour to an hour earlier than needed. If I have to get up at 7 then she's calling me @ 6:30. If my alarm is going off @ 5:15 she's yelling Mom @ 4:45. And she never wants anything! She goes back to sleep. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in the space of too early to get up but too late to go back to sleep. Another blissful slumber interupted. Le sigh.
Sunday, February 28, 2010
CraftyME: Lightbulb moment Sunday @Panera's
Today, CraftyME was LuckyME. I got to spend like 3 hours chilling and knitting @Panera's. I was trying to finish my largest knit project to date, the CLAPOTIS for the Ravelympics. So while enjoying my coffee and brocolli cheddar soup bowl (yummo), I had a great idea.
Lately I've been thinking about my poor little oft-neglected blog. I so want to be a blogger. I want to share the shenannigan's that go on in my brain. But I can never figure out who I want to be in this blog. Which me to share as it may be. My crafty side or my crazy side. My happy go-lucky side or the dark depressed side. Surely people who share my love of knitting and crocheting don't want to be brought down by my forlorn woe-is me side. So alas I don't blog.
But today I realized, dude I don't have to choose. Why should I? If I did it would be a lie. If I made a oh look at my happy knits blog, it would have like 3 entries. Today I realized that I could just be me, just like I've always wanted. I dont have to choose 1, I'll just share them all. Whoever is present at the moment, that's who will share. It just might work.
So here we go! Again! Yes, I'm gonna try it again. Let's see how far we get this time around. I make no promises, I make no guarantees. But as they say if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?...... IDK but I'm just gonna keep on trying keep on BEing. ME (CraftyME)
Lately I've been thinking about my poor little oft-neglected blog. I so want to be a blogger. I want to share the shenannigan's that go on in my brain. But I can never figure out who I want to be in this blog. Which me to share as it may be. My crafty side or my crazy side. My happy go-lucky side or the dark depressed side. Surely people who share my love of knitting and crocheting don't want to be brought down by my forlorn woe-is me side. So alas I don't blog.
But today I realized, dude I don't have to choose. Why should I? If I did it would be a lie. If I made a oh look at my happy knits blog, it would have like 3 entries. Today I realized that I could just be me, just like I've always wanted. I dont have to choose 1, I'll just share them all. Whoever is present at the moment, that's who will share. It just might work.
So here we go! Again! Yes, I'm gonna try it again. Let's see how far we get this time around. I make no promises, I make no guarantees. But as they say if a tree falls in the forest and there is no one there to hear it, does it make a sound?...... IDK but I'm just gonna keep on trying keep on BEing. ME (CraftyME)
Monday, April 27, 2009
Is Anybody Listening?
People who know me, or should I say know me enough to have been around me when I'm "slightly intoxicated," know that I tend to say "Listen" alot. And "seriously" ALOT. Those same people also know that I tend to be a little loud under those same conditions. It stems from my constant need to want to be heard. Like I feel like no one really ever listens or understands what I am trying to say. That may or may not be true, but who knows.
But the thing that is crazy, at least to me, is that I am so scared to write and truly say what is on my mind for fear that someone may actually read it. Like I want someone to listen but I am scared to be heard. What is that about? I think I have a fairly interesting story to tell. But I can't stop self-censoring long enough to tell it.
Maybe with practice the words will flow. I need to embody the swirls that I love so much. Just allow my thoughts to twist and turn which ever way they choose. You can't force a swirl. It won't come out right. You have to just let it BE. SimplyBE. I'm trying...still trying....
ME
But the thing that is crazy, at least to me, is that I am so scared to write and truly say what is on my mind for fear that someone may actually read it. Like I want someone to listen but I am scared to be heard. What is that about? I think I have a fairly interesting story to tell. But I can't stop self-censoring long enough to tell it.
Maybe with practice the words will flow. I need to embody the swirls that I love so much. Just allow my thoughts to twist and turn which ever way they choose. You can't force a swirl. It won't come out right. You have to just let it BE. SimplyBE. I'm trying...still trying....
ME
Friday, April 10, 2009
Take 2
Ok. One thing that will quickly become apparent is that I am not very good with following through. Following through with just about anything. You should see my journals. I always want to write. I always need to write. I just don't always write. There are usually huge gaping gaps in the dates. Heck sometimes as long as years. But I always have good intentions.
So here I go again. Trying this here writing thing. I have so many things in my head that I think I would like to write about. But I don't know how to make them interesting enough for others to want to read. I don't even know if I want others to read them. Some of the things that I want to say, want to write about, I don't think I could if I knew someone else could read it. But for others I feel like I need someone to hear, someone to talk to. Yeah I know I'm a weirdo. I'm toying around with the idea of actually doing like 2 blogs. One for the light hearted day to day stuff like tv and crochet and the kid etc. And then another one to delve into that other realm in my mind. BUT dude, I cant' even format and keep up this one here! lol!
Oy vey. I wish I was as creative and witty and interesting as that ideal person who lives in my head. She would know just what to say and how to say it. She would just let the words flow regardless of who heard. She wants to tell her story. I just stiffle the tale. Need to find a way to let the words just flow.
So here I go again. Trying this here writing thing. I have so many things in my head that I think I would like to write about. But I don't know how to make them interesting enough for others to want to read. I don't even know if I want others to read them. Some of the things that I want to say, want to write about, I don't think I could if I knew someone else could read it. But for others I feel like I need someone to hear, someone to talk to. Yeah I know I'm a weirdo. I'm toying around with the idea of actually doing like 2 blogs. One for the light hearted day to day stuff like tv and crochet and the kid etc. And then another one to delve into that other realm in my mind. BUT dude, I cant' even format and keep up this one here! lol!
Oy vey. I wish I was as creative and witty and interesting as that ideal person who lives in my head. She would know just what to say and how to say it. She would just let the words flow regardless of who heard. She wants to tell her story. I just stiffle the tale. Need to find a way to let the words just flow.
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