A lot has been changing for me lately and I will be free to say more about that in the next few weeks. For now, I just want to share in the vaguest possible way how grateful I am for those around me. I’ve been feeling some strain because I haven’t been able to share on this blog some of the emotions whirling around inside my head. Gratitude, however, is not one I need to keep contained.
I’m grateful for my family. Moving home after college could have been a really hard decision. I have never regretted it. My parents and siblings are incredibly supportive and kind. They put up with a lot from me and are fun to be around. Seriously, I have a wonderful family. I’m grateful for this time with them. I’m grateful for my extended family too. I have the best aunts and uncles and cousins and grandparents. It has been so nice to be near them, even if I do not see them all the time.
I’m grateful for my friends: both the new ones and the old ones. I never expected to find such community in my small home town. I’m grateful for continued friendships from college and high school. I’ve got to travel and visit and bond over the past two years with some really awesome people.
Though full of ups and downs, life is good. God is good. I’m grateful for where I am at.
I have an exciting announcement. Are you ready for this? *drum roll please*
Today marks…ONE YEAR OF BLOGGING EVERY DAY!!
I never thought I would make it this long. I assumed that blogging consistently would be like any other hobby I have tried, momentarily consuming and eventually forgotten. (RIP -crocheting, Spanish, and anime.) Somehow, however, blogging has persisted, and I think that is because writing every day gives me a platform to talk about what interests me in the moment. It supersedes my short term focus by encompassing everything!
I started blogging every day because I heard on a podcast (another forgotten hobby) that doing so would make you a better, more rounded person. I think the speaker meant blogging about current events and world injustices and other, serious things. I fall short of that. However, blogging has taught me some important things…
- Short is good.
- When in doubt, write a book review.
- Procrastination is bad. Half of these posts were written right before I went to bed and you can tell.
- Mom does not find my Pinterest posts amusing.
- Food posts are always popular.
- One year goes by really fast.
Thank you, readers! This year would not have been the same without you. Here’s to another year of blogging! (and hopefully this time I won’t miss a day in July)
Tonight is the last night we girls have the house to ourselves before the boys come back from their mission trip. Are we partying it up? Playing loud music? Eating more Korean?
Not quite. In fact, it is not 6 o’clock and we are all ready for bed.
It is gray and cold and lousy out and inside we’re flopped out, ready to watch a k drama episode or two. And then off to bed! Hurray!
My siblings and I have long been firm believers in the theory that if a parent walks in the room, whatever you are watching on the TV will suddenly take a turn for the worse. As children watching PBS programming, we would enjoy a show for weeks without the slightest qualms, but the moment our Mom watched the show with us, there would be an episode full of dark magic and death. She would then ban us from watching the show, and we would feel justifiably wronged.
As we have gotten older, this problem has persisted. Perfectly clean movies will suddenly get sketchy when Mom comes home. It doesn’t matter if we are watching DramaFever, Netflix, or a movie from the library. Something gets inappropriate the minute she walks in.
Last night my sisters and I started a new Korean drama while my Mom was out. Bethany insisted that we watch only until Mom got home, because the minute she entered the house it would get weird. I laughed at her superstition. She grew more frantic. The drama was upbeat, bubbly, and extremely funny. I told her there was no reason to worry. Our Mom came home and walked in the room…and out of NOWHERE a creepy, evil guy kidnaps a girl and chains her to a bed in his basement. I kid you not.
Murphy’s Law isn’t quite the phrase for this, but there must be one like it. Something like, The Parental Programming Law: no matter what you are watching, it will get inappropriate the minute your parent walks in the room.
5pm – Shoot, I haven’t posted yet today.
6pm – I should really get on this.
7pm – Am I reading anything good? Did I watch any movies recently?
8pm – Any funny stories from today?
9pm – Yeah, I’m cutting this close.
10pm – Now I’m in trouble.
11pm – Hmm… “Blogging time…”
Tonight I was driving a van full of teenagers home when I decided to take them out for a treat first. I took a roundabout route and we went into McDonalds for shamrock shakes. Not surprisingly, their shake machine was broken. I don’t think I have ever been into this particular McDonalds when their shake machine was working, but I’m eternally optimistic. Unfortunately, we now had ice cream on the brain and there was none to be had.
Instead of going to the Culvers one block away, or just giving up the plan, we decided to find another McDonalds…and we did! 20 minutes away and on the opposite side of town. Thankfully, their machine was working. Totally worth it!
Today I made it all the way to Madison and back without a GPS! I know I’ve been making this drive almost every month for nearly 2 years, but you have to understand, directions aren’t my strong suit. Or my weak suit. Or really, in the suit at all.
That said, my triumph today is tinged with embarrassment. I got on the highway towards Madison and drove for a good 5 minutes before it dawned on me that I was driving in the opposite direction of where I wanted to go. I was even looking for a specific exit and had been studying all the signs towards Milwaukee with great interest without it once dawning on me that I was not even pointed in the right direction.
It wasn’t that I was lost, per se. In fact, I’m rarely lost. I am, however, frequently turned around. Today was one of those days.