fond hopes of spring

"Saw a little girl touch a big bug and shout, 

"I conquered my fear! YES!" and calmly walk away. I was inspired."
— Nathan Fillion

 Today, in no particular order:

Spring is here again. hallelujah its here again.

While meal planning, taking a note from this list of what NOT to buy at the grocery store.

Thankful for the boxes of thank you notes sold at target in counts of 50,

they come in lots of different prints and the box is sturdy and quite handy.

Spent a good deal of time this morning considering and repeating this quote:

"Do the right thing, the results are up to God." - Quincy Adams

Thankful for my husband who is such a good example to me.

Figuring out what to wear to a wedding (or two back-to-back) is much easier 

if you are the bride(s), suddenly everything seems white.

Thankful to be gainfully employed, but would rather be self-employed.

Contemplating the line between writing for oneself and writing for others which is so often crossed.

I am admittedly very aware of my fears, but very rarely chase after them...
oh, to shout them out upon conquering and calmly walk away.

To love wholly and unconditionally 

is the most gratifying and liberating feeling

and to be loved unconditionally in return - even at my most vulnerable state -

is earth shatteringly beautiful and nourishing 

beyond even my fondest of hopes.

sometimes

sometimes i don't feel like getting out of bed, but i can't stand the thought of laying there any longer either

sometimes a single photograph carries my mind away making me feel a zillion different things at one time

sometimes i don't drink enough water and i am thirsty all day long

sometimes i feel like going out, but mostly i just want to curl up and read a good book or have a good conversation alone with someone i miss

sometimes there is nothing i want more than to go for a run, but sometimes the ground is too hard beneath my feet

sometimes i cringe at my awkward responses to jokes

sometimes i have really off days, neither bad nor good but somewhere floating lost in between

sometimes i will only eat my pancakes with applesauce on top

sometimes i go all day without realizing i breathed at all

sometimes i drive in my car in complete silence and don't even notice it 

sometimes i read autobiographies just for their honesty

sometimes i know exactly where i am 

sometimes i feel inspired by words and sometimes words make a painful pit in my stomach

sometimes i like to walk through whole foods with noise canceling headphones on listening to rob's ipod, breathing deeply and cooking a hundred amazing recipes in my head while the after-work crowd buzzes around me... i walk at my own pace

photo by tiffany