Sunday, October 27, 2013

a few of my favorite things

I made a vlog this weekend, yes I did.
it's full of things I'm grateful for, some favorite things I'm focusing on after a long (but full) week.

update: I survived karaoke. I even sang. it was great fun. love my Les Mis peeps.

and you can't really tell in the video because my hair's up, but I got a haircut.
so here you can see it down.
(not a huge difference, but a much-needed trim.)

this picture brought to you by white girl selfies incorporated.

in other news, the rest of my weekend was the most relaxing and lovely one I've had in awhile.
(still not much sleep, but ya know.)
rehearsal and always singing
good food
foot massages
lots of laying all over the floor and couches
random movies
church and Jesus talk
jam sessions
walking through 80 acres of sun-soaked, gloriously fall-ish land
making bracelets
drinking hot chocolate
picking apples
all in the company of some very dear friends.
really grateful for that, too.

how was your weekend, lovelies?

ps--I almost titled this "gratitude attitude" so let's all be grateful I didn't do that? hashtag cheese. ahem.

Wednesday, October 23, 2013

paris, je t'aime

I remember talking to Lori, the friend we stayed with in Strasbourg, about Paris, before we'd actually gone ourselves.  She got to take students there periodically, and she marveled that each time, even after having been so often, she still found Paris exciting and beautiful and magical (magical is seriously like the single best word to describe Paris).

I had run through the streets of Paris half-asleep on a sunny day from one train station to another on our way to Strasbourg, and I remember it glistening even then.  When we arrived back for our six-day visit, there was always sort of a surreal magic about seeing the Eiffel Tower peep up between buildings (it never got old) and exploring streets I knew well from pictures and hours spent pouring over a map of the City of Lights.

I think if I had to pick, I would live in Strasbourg, because Strasbourg felt like home.  But Paris?  You really can't get over the breathtaking splendor that is Paris.  Sure, it has it sketch areas (I was pretty nervous walking through Pigalle, the "red light district" where Moulin Rouge is situated), and the metro isn't always clean and you better hold onto your bag when you walk through a crowd.  But somehow it doesn't much matter.  Paris has this aura about her.  Paris knows she's beautiful.  And even though sometimes she may smile a little coquettishly because of that knowledge, I'm okay with it, because it's true.

paris opera house! *cues singing phantom*
hm hmm it's pictures like this last one that make me really miss paris.

Monday, October 14, 2013

n o t a l o n e .

People are often unreasonable and self-centered: forgive them anyway.
If you are kind, people will accuse you of selfish ulterior motives: be kind anyway.
If you're successful, you'll win some false friends and some true enemies: succeed anyway.
If you're honest and frank, people may cheat you: but be honest anyway.
What you spend years building, someone can destroy overnight: build anyway.
If you find serenity and happiness, they may be jealous: be happy anyway.
The good you do today, people will often forget tomorrow: do good anyway.
Give the world the best you have, and it may never be enough: give the world the best you've got anyway.
You see, in the final analysis, it's between you and God, it was never between you and them anyway.
-Mother Teresa 

I have a document on my computer that is solely full of quotes I find interesting or intriguing or inspiring, and I pull them out from time to time to share online or to paraphrase in everyday conversation (yes that happens).  I doodle my favorite quotes in margins along with song lyrics and different versions of my signature, and sometimes I wonder why it is another person's words can resonate with me so much.  I suppose sometimes they are a bit of encouragement or motivation; other times they're poignantly applicable or strangely convicting; still others they bring back a specific emotion or memory or mental image that directly connects to the words.  How can someone else's thoughts put down on paper have such a great effect on my own mind and heart?  The answer, I believe, is that finding a quote which speaks feelings I was unable to put into words makes me feel that, somehow, after all, I am not alone.

what are one or two of your favorite quotes? I always love finding more.
ps--I'm crying.