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Archive for February, 2012

Quality vs Quantity

As y’all have probably already noticed, I’ve broken my promise to myself.  The one promise I made to myself to write something, anything, every single day for a year.  I’ve kept it up for a little over a month, and had I not started working outside the home, I probably could’ve stuck with it for the full 365 days.  Well, 366 since this is a leap year.  But, you know you’ve got a problem once something you love becomes a chore and you find yourself saying things like, “I haven’t written today”, or, “Ugggghhhh, I’ve gotta write before I go to bed”.

Truth  be told, the content and subject matter were suffering, too.  Some of them were only a couple of sentences strewn together simply to fulfill this promise to myself and they really weren’t the things that my soul wants to write about.  Sure, I was writing, but honestly, some of it was just flat and boring and looking back on some of it, I can’t believe I lowered my standards so much just to fill a self-imposed quota.  Needless to say, I’m still disappointed in myself.  I’m better than that.  I may not be the world’s greatest writer, but I know I’m better than some of the garbage that I posted last month.

So, the promise to write something, anything, every single day is out.  Just like most of the New Year’s resolutions that were made around the same time, I’m abandoning an original, extremely good, wildly optimistic idea and I’m embracing a new way of thinking when it comes to my one true creative outlet.  I’m gonna write when the mood strikes me and only when it’s something I feel passionately about, or something that interests me, or something that makes me smile, or makes my heart sing, or touches my soul in such a profound way that my very existence will be forever altered due to my soul-stirring.

Sadly, for some of you, that could be the color I decide to paint my toes on a particular day.  BUT, it’ll still be good because I’ll be giving 110% instead of the bare minimum.

Samuel Johnson said it best…

“What is written without effort is in general read without pleasure.”

I couldn’t agree more.

The Snow Queen

Please allow me to properly introduce myself.  I am known around these parts as The Snow Queen.  Some love me, most hate me, but everyone knows who I am and they know who to blame, or thank, when the fluffy white stuff starts flying up here in the mountains.  I love snow and all things related to Winter.

To me, there are very few things in life quite as lovely as watching tiny little ice sculptures fall gracefully from the sky and land peacefully on the earth to form a bright, white blanket over everything as far as the eye can see.  Day or night, this spectacle never ceases to arouse great joy and happiness somewhere deep in my soul that somehow manifests itself into a giddy little giggle, followed closely by some sort of jumping for joy and clapping my hands together, while smiling the widest of smiles that my mouth can create.

I’m told this is quite a sight to see.  A grown woman exuding the happiness of a child.  What can I say?  I’m just a big kid at heart.  Especially when it comes to snow!  Allow me to share what my eyes saw today here at the cabin.

Snow covered woods

The ridge up behind the cabin

The red, white and blue

The pièce de résistance

And I just happened to see this a few minutes ago.  Talk about purple mountain’s majesty!

Nature at its finest!

What’s Your Comfort Level?

Have you ever thought about your own personal comfort level with various people?  Some people don’t like to be touched, some have never met a stranger and hug everyone they come in contact with.  Me, I fall somewhere in the middle but I tend to lean toward being a hugger.  Especially if I’m being introduced to extended family or close friends of family.  However, there are certain people who I don’t hug.  In fact, there are some out there that I don’t even want to be within arms length of, let alone touch.

I don’t trust very many people in this world and if I don’t know you, you can bet that I don’t trust you.  Sometimes, I trust you even less after I get to know you.  The thing that I just don’t understand and simply cannot wrap my mind around is the fact that there are some people out there who trust people way too much.  They believe that people will more often than not make the right decision and do good.  They believe in second chances and the benefit of the doubt and saving people.

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I believe in those things, too.  I’m a self-proclaimed believer in the greater good of mankind and I have perpetual hope, but I also know when to draw the line on that faith, too.  Other people, not so much.  Maybe I’m just paranoid.  Maybe I’m crazy.  Maybe I’m cold-hearted.  I don’t know.  But I know I’m not gonna be the one who’s taken out because I’m too trusting or because I’m not paying attention to what’s going on around me.

I’m still gonna love with all my heart and believe with every fiber in my being in those certain people who I have that perpetual faith in, but my comfort level with the rest of the world will probably remain on high alert.

So, I’m curious.  What’s your comfort level?

 

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