It's a fairly quiet Monday night, and I feel the need to blog - but I can't think of anything particularly melodramatic to write about. Honestly I'm in a nice, comfortable spot, at least for the moment. I don't feel terribly stifled or the need to express any pressing thoughts. Perhaps it's the glorious sleep I caught up on over the weekend. Maybe it's the thought of having a full, but do-able calendar over the next few weeks. The break from the nasty cold weather? Or, really, maybe it's the gradual yet intense realization that time slows for no one, though I can't move forward if I don't find the time to enjoy at least something about every day.... and today, there was cake at work. No Monday is a bad Monday if there's cake. I'm pretty tempted to start a new Cake Monday ritual. It's like Casual Friday, but with cake... and no crappy Hawaiian shirts. Who's with me?!
So, instead of gushing the latest in my Carrie Bradshaw wanna-be life, here's a few hiccups of Celia trivia that may be of some interest. Or at least entertain you enough to get through your lunch break.
* As mentioned in a previous post, John's bought me the Wii Fit Plus for Christmas. I can't get enough! As hokey as it sounds, I'm loving the personal challenge and a chance to really prove how self-motivated I can be. In addition, I've started taking a few fitness classes offered at City Hall, and I love the extra reason to be held accountable to sticking with it. I'm not necessarily athletic, nor am I die hard fitness fanatic - but health and wellness I am pretty fanatical about... well, except for cake. I'm more fanatical about cake.
* Other things I find myself pretty fanatical about lately:
- The new season of Project Runway... It makes me really happy they're back in NYC. I really hope Anthony and Ping make it far, based solely on their personalities. They're reason enough to start watching it if you never have. :)
- Finally borrowing Anne's copy of Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy (on Chapter 2 - so far, so good!).
- Nora Jones' latest album - my Pandora Quick Mix station plays it nonstop, and I can't say that I mind.
- Quaker 90 Calories Mini Delights in Chocolate Mint and Cinnamon Swirl. Added bonus? They don't taste like the 100 Calorie essence-of-cardboard cookies, and they actually satisfy my overactive sweet tooth.
- Facebook Scrabble. Find me.
* On a more serious note, I find myself praying for Haiti a lot. I really hope years from now something miraculous comes from all of this. But right now, I pray most for the silver lining. Never have I seen such a place with absolutely no hope. I pray for perspective for them as well as us. The right to life and pursuit of happiness transcends every living thing. But sitting around feeling guilty does nothing to help their cause. There are still problems and needs here I can actively address and worry about here, and that's what I intend to do. In the meantime, I've made a donation to a reputable agency who can better help Haiti. Please do the same.
* Lighter, end-of-the-post note? I finally got the FOX network to kick in on my TV, and just in time for American Idol tomorrow night. No more will I be the last person to find out about such things as Pants on the Ground. How else would I have known I looked like a fool with my hat turned side-ways?!
With that, I hope to sneak in another chapter of my new, borrowed book before a happy night's sleep. Another thing to appreciate about today... the "icing" on my Cake Monday, if you will. :)
BREAKFAST AT TARGET By Celia "Golightly"
Monday, January 25, 2010
Monday, January 18, 2010
I Have a Dreamsicle....
... that one day this blog will inspire a movement, a movie... or at least get me a free Starbux Pumpkin Spiced Latte what with all the free advertising I give them.
I've decided this blog needs some serious revamping (among several other facets of my life). Not that I have anything really worth saying, but I used to make serious time for maintaining my thoughts and currents events. My hopes were and are that I can one day come back and remember how my life changed in my post-graduation life. I honestly believe I'm not the same person I was a year and a half ago. And, of course, this blog has gone through a few changes of it's own. My goal over the next few weeks is to work in a few small, simple posts and keep 'em coming. All to often I go weeks without writing, and then I have uncontrollable word vomit. It's embarrassing - but thank you to all the readers who have stuck with me, to those that do read this, and to those that one day it will be dedicated to.
Now, onward!
This new year and new century came with undeniable brute force, and my head is still spinning in that we're already up to MLK, Jr. Day. Work lately has felt different, my direction in life has become more focused, my relationship with John has entered yet another upward phase, and frankly, I just feel deliciously out-of-sorts... like I'm seeing myself from a new perspective and realizing some of the things I need to get back on track. Perhaps it's the recovery from the holiday withdrawal; maybe it's the sudden and welcome break from morbidly cold weather to the new energizing warmth. Either way, it's beyond the typical resolution mind-set. I think this might just very well be the precursor to adulthood. Hmm. We'll come back to that.
Moreover, though I've been happier here in Charleston than I was in Florida last year, I find that maybe I'm still wandering through life a lonely, detached person. It's hard to describe, and it would certainly warrant a blog post of its own if I could. But overall, I'm just not sure I belong here. I'm having a hard time finding connections in a lot of ways; and I feel like the harder I work at establishing them, the farther away they seem to get. Worse, I'm getting that horrible feeling that my role and my contributions in the community are little - I don't know if I'm not doing enough, or what I'm doing is just stupid. While I'm not a person who needs pats on the back to move forward, I do need a the occasional reassurance. I don't like wasting my time, just as I don't intend to waste anybody else's. I just need to know I fit in somewhere, with something... I'm beginning to get frustrated with creating meaning for myself. That's not helping anyone. And that's not what I came here to do.
See? Word vomit.
Now that I have that out there and you've suffered through my angst, a little treat for you and for all. It includes three of my favorite things: Stephen Colbert, Martin Luther King, and frozen delights. It's a total throwback to old school Colbert, and it's definitely still worth the watch - and the laugh. :) I think more philosophy needs to be compared to ice cream.
(Sorry, imbedding wasn't working! Gaahhh! Try the link for viewing pleasure...)
I Have a Dreamsicle
We are all equally delicious.
And I'll be back when I find out just what my flavor is... ;)
I've decided this blog needs some serious revamping (among several other facets of my life). Not that I have anything really worth saying, but I used to make serious time for maintaining my thoughts and currents events. My hopes were and are that I can one day come back and remember how my life changed in my post-graduation life. I honestly believe I'm not the same person I was a year and a half ago. And, of course, this blog has gone through a few changes of it's own. My goal over the next few weeks is to work in a few small, simple posts and keep 'em coming. All to often I go weeks without writing, and then I have uncontrollable word vomit. It's embarrassing - but thank you to all the readers who have stuck with me, to those that do read this, and to those that one day it will be dedicated to.
Now, onward!
This new year and new century came with undeniable brute force, and my head is still spinning in that we're already up to MLK, Jr. Day. Work lately has felt different, my direction in life has become more focused, my relationship with John has entered yet another upward phase, and frankly, I just feel deliciously out-of-sorts... like I'm seeing myself from a new perspective and realizing some of the things I need to get back on track. Perhaps it's the recovery from the holiday withdrawal; maybe it's the sudden and welcome break from morbidly cold weather to the new energizing warmth. Either way, it's beyond the typical resolution mind-set. I think this might just very well be the precursor to adulthood. Hmm. We'll come back to that.
Moreover, though I've been happier here in Charleston than I was in Florida last year, I find that maybe I'm still wandering through life a lonely, detached person. It's hard to describe, and it would certainly warrant a blog post of its own if I could. But overall, I'm just not sure I belong here. I'm having a hard time finding connections in a lot of ways; and I feel like the harder I work at establishing them, the farther away they seem to get. Worse, I'm getting that horrible feeling that my role and my contributions in the community are little - I don't know if I'm not doing enough, or what I'm doing is just stupid. While I'm not a person who needs pats on the back to move forward, I do need a the occasional reassurance. I don't like wasting my time, just as I don't intend to waste anybody else's. I just need to know I fit in somewhere, with something... I'm beginning to get frustrated with creating meaning for myself. That's not helping anyone. And that's not what I came here to do.
See? Word vomit.
Now that I have that out there and you've suffered through my angst, a little treat for you and for all. It includes three of my favorite things: Stephen Colbert, Martin Luther King, and frozen delights. It's a total throwback to old school Colbert, and it's definitely still worth the watch - and the laugh. :) I think more philosophy needs to be compared to ice cream.
(Sorry, imbedding wasn't working! Gaahhh! Try the link for viewing pleasure...)
I Have a Dreamsicle
We are all equally delicious.
And I'll be back when I find out just what my flavor is... ;)
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Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Welcome to Another Edition of the "Blah Report". This Just In....
Hot damn. 2010.
Tweeeenty-ten.
Two-thouSAAAND ten.
2K-10 (thanks, Kyle!)... hehehe... "tookey-ten!"
Nope. Any way you say it, the thought of a new decade in a new century STILL weirds me out, and it's times (get it?! "times"?!) like this I appreciate being consumed with a sense of limnality. For all I know, this year is going to be as bewildering and frustrating as "Oh-Nine" was. But, for all I care, this year is certainly off to a better start.
I do feel a little jaded, though; I don't feel particularly any different. Things around me seem to have have changed, but it may just be that the holiday stress has lifted. Also, I'm a little frustrated with myself that I never really washed my hands of the negative things I brought with me into this year. I'm still wound-up and on-edge... I blame it on the holiday goody withdrawal.
I mentioned in an earlier post that the designated calendar "New Year" isn't exactly my life's annual cycle - I operate best on, for lack of better description, the academic calendar. The last 24 years of my existence start wide-eyed and determined at the beginning of the school year, shlumping into the Thanksgiving break, straining to make it through exams and Christmas, taking a sigh of relief to "get back in the grind," shlumping again into the next round of finals, and topped off with busy yet mellow summers. And repeat. Even my last two AmeriCorps terms have started in August, and I've dealt with the schools both times.
In spirit of being a student of life, I have decided 2010 is the year... (*drumroll, please!*) I go back to school and finally pursue a master's degree. Shocking? No. Anyone who's had the pleasure of being my acquaintance (or super-righteous friend!) knows I'm a raging dork. I love learning, the constant exchange of ideas, the intensity of absorbing all that you can until you feel your cranium swell. I love knowing I can roll up my real life experiences and mix them in theory and fact discovered in the classroom - and, viola, mona'mie! A delicious confectionery of that very essence which makes us human. So, in the next week or two, I hope to finally have my applications submitted to programs in Public Administration - further details on my decision to do so, as well as what happens to come soon.
Perhaps January is the pergatory of each year: you're not really the same or expecting the same from the last year, but you're certainly somewhat different and expecting different things for the next. I'm giving myself until the end of the month for that spark of impish delight in my new beginnings to kicks in... Honestly, with the way this freezing weather keeps blasting us, I'll be happy to stay grumpy until my hands quit chapping like a mountain man's. I'll trade in a blistering cold, painfully windy day in for a humid and 98 degree one every time.
So, bear with me as I wander through the next few weeks and gain a semblence of what this year - and consequently, this decade - is all about. Thanks for sticking with it!
Tweeeenty-ten.
Two-thouSAAAND ten.
2K-10 (thanks, Kyle!)... hehehe... "tookey-ten!"
Nope. Any way you say it, the thought of a new decade in a new century STILL weirds me out, and it's times (get it?! "times"?!) like this I appreciate being consumed with a sense of limnality. For all I know, this year is going to be as bewildering and frustrating as "Oh-Nine" was. But, for all I care, this year is certainly off to a better start.
I do feel a little jaded, though; I don't feel particularly any different. Things around me seem to have have changed, but it may just be that the holiday stress has lifted. Also, I'm a little frustrated with myself that I never really washed my hands of the negative things I brought with me into this year. I'm still wound-up and on-edge... I blame it on the holiday goody withdrawal.
I mentioned in an earlier post that the designated calendar "New Year" isn't exactly my life's annual cycle - I operate best on, for lack of better description, the academic calendar. The last 24 years of my existence start wide-eyed and determined at the beginning of the school year, shlumping into the Thanksgiving break, straining to make it through exams and Christmas, taking a sigh of relief to "get back in the grind," shlumping again into the next round of finals, and topped off with busy yet mellow summers. And repeat. Even my last two AmeriCorps terms have started in August, and I've dealt with the schools both times.
In spirit of being a student of life, I have decided 2010 is the year... (*drumroll, please!*) I go back to school and finally pursue a master's degree. Shocking? No. Anyone who's had the pleasure of being my acquaintance (or super-righteous friend!) knows I'm a raging dork. I love learning, the constant exchange of ideas, the intensity of absorbing all that you can until you feel your cranium swell. I love knowing I can roll up my real life experiences and mix them in theory and fact discovered in the classroom - and, viola, mona'mie! A delicious confectionery of that very essence which makes us human. So, in the next week or two, I hope to finally have my applications submitted to programs in Public Administration - further details on my decision to do so, as well as what happens to come soon.
Perhaps January is the pergatory of each year: you're not really the same or expecting the same from the last year, but you're certainly somewhat different and expecting different things for the next. I'm giving myself until the end of the month for that spark of impish delight in my new beginnings to kicks in... Honestly, with the way this freezing weather keeps blasting us, I'll be happy to stay grumpy until my hands quit chapping like a mountain man's. I'll trade in a blistering cold, painfully windy day in for a humid and 98 degree one every time.
So, bear with me as I wander through the next few weeks and gain a semblence of what this year - and consequently, this decade - is all about. Thanks for sticking with it!
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