Leaf Turnings and Other Things

There are many areas in my life that fall pretty far short of awesome.  Here's one.  Exercise.  I like to exercise.  Do I do it regularly? Nope.  

I can give you a whole laundry list of reasons why not.  But let's be honest.  They're mostly excuses.  I am tired of struggling with the way I feel about the way I look.  Here's a picture from 2001.  I don't want to be THAT skinny again.  A lil too small.  But sitting on my butt and wishing isn't accomplishing anything.  So. 

Off to run.  To turn over a new leaf, again.  This is one area where I get really tired of being me.  I'm gonna post a picture a month.  Not to show off, but to motivate me to work on it.  Dang it.  Goal picture.  The rest will be progress.  Accountability baby.  If you don't care, please don't tune in. 

Monday on a Tuesday

It started with getting up at 6 am.  As the crack of dawn streamed into my slitted eyes, I made my way to the studio with a back seat full of treats for this morning's networking meeting.  In the parking lot I pulled my Coke Zero out with one hand and the bags with the other...only to drop the Coke.  It fell gloriously, spraying itself in abandon all over my car and me.   Having safely deposited the rest of the treats on the table upstairs I realized that I had forgotten to get coffee.  30 grumpy people were about to descend on me and no coffee might in fact be a riot situation.  The White Hart, thank the good Lord, was open.  I looked the barista straight in the eye and asked for coffee to go for 20 people.  He looked at me blankly.  I repeated myself.  He looked at me blankly again and shuffled over toward the coffee makers.  Finding what he was looking for, he held out a fantastic. single. 20 oz cup.

So I slowed it down.

Coffee.  To go.  20 PEOPLE.

Pretty sure Monday made a return visit today.

Offensive Crosses

It's so slightly creepy when God converges themes in your life all at once.  It feels a little like the twilight zone.  I've been doing a small group study with Jen and Joanna and we were going over Galations 5.  Add to that separate conversations with different friends all going through some clash between grace and law, and a baby Jesus follower growing in leaps with no obstacles in her path just yet....and you have a soundtrack for mystery and magic. ;)

So many good things in Galations 5, but the one that stood out to me was that the only thing that matters is faith expressing itself through love.  How do we miss that as Christians, 80 percent of the time?  And the other one was that the cross is offensive to us.  Paul says it is.  It offends us because it tears away the illusion we can be our own bosses on a righteous pedastal.  Whether that means rejecting Christ, or adding him to our lives but standing firmly on our own holy definitions.  Whatever they might be.

Galations 5 is basically a rant against pride.  When you get right down to it.

Praying for my baby Jesus follower that she will have some growing time free of the twisted Christianity that adds rules to grace.

Amen.

Stuff

I pulled up to a four way stop in the Target parking lot the other day and looked out the window.  Played with my hair.  Checked my texts.  And realized finally that the stop sign prolly wasn't gonna turn green.  I've never felt so much the cliche blond in my life.  EVER.

I am a creature of mountain and beach.  Too bad that I couldn't live on a mountain next to a beach.  The perfect life. 

It's possible that my nieces and nephews are the cutest children in the world.  Don't try to debate this with me.  You will lose.

I ate fish tacos for the first time in my life Monday night.  I went into it determined to soldier through and eat them because I must.  They were surprisingly delicious.  One more way the taco proves to be the perfect food no matter what you put in it.

Today I went out on a boat with my siblings and trespassed on rich people's docks.  We jumped off diving boards, slides, and caused general mayhem.  It was great fun. 

I am drinking rum and coke for the first time in forever tonight.  Flor de Cana I have missed thee. 

The travel bug is biting me again....where to go....

Facebookery

Several times in the last several weeks I've had people say to me something along the lines of they liked what I posted, think I'm funny, follow me, read my posts, and listen to the music I put online during the day.

Hear what I feel about that.  It scares me.  Because if people really follow me that closely online and care that much about what I'm saying, than I am being an influence, and it darn better be a good one.

Impact matters.

Even facebook matters.

The words of the reckless pierce like swords,
but the tongue of the wise brings healing.  Proverbs 12:18

Bored with this layout again

Another change coming soon. 

homes and fields slip by the window in blurry haste
kind of like the speed of my life
lately.  but then that wisp of cloud moved
past the pink/gold sunset sky
like a curtain
being swept aside

and just like that it swept me forward/back
peeking at the journey of where I've been
with a eye turned to where I'll be

chapters turn like pages in a book
but sometimes you can lift your eyes
or at least- today, I lift mine
for a second to take in the view
and breathe

the sky is gold and pink

Sometimes

I'm very socially awkward.  Like when I was inwardly chuckling to myself today and it manifested in the form of a large and inappropriate snort/cackle. 

Life is funny.  What can I say? :)

Having an Amrazing Day.

Yup.

It's not fair to talk about it....

....and not post it. :) A piece of last night.

Artists Block

Whenever I do something where I'm trying to be uber creative and it's personal to me, I immediately hate it afterward.  I feel like I could have and should have done so much better.  Le sigh.  Well, I'm going to be posting a preview shot later tonight.  Hopefully once I have my editing eyes on it will all look better.