Strange Childhood Memories – Surely I Can’t Have This Right?

When he was very young, long before I met him, my husband was in Boy Scouts, for several years I think.  This means he can tie special knots and survive in the woods.  It also means he sometimes says odd things like, “Look at that cool beetle.”  or, “I made this toilet paper holder using only a pencil and some string.”  or, “We should go camping sometime.”  (I am not making any of those up.)

I am not equipped to properly respond to any of these statements, so I will usually just pretend I didn’t hear them and hope he forgets they were said.

I, on the other hand, was a Brownie, but only for about ten minutes or so.

With My Very Own Hands!

I believe in recognizing and accepting one’s limitations.  Obviously, progress can and will be made with hard work.  A lot of the time though, it’s just not enough.  Sometimes you have to face the fact that your dream is not something you are actually any good at.  This kind of self-awareness can save you a lot of heartache and, often, money.

I'm not this good.

Luckily, I figured out the things I wasn’t good at pretty early.  Otherwise, I would now be a frustrated artist.  I love the idea of being an artist.  I love beautiful things.  I am capable of being moved by really good art.  I have all these fantastic pictures in my head that I would love to replicate on paper.  (Or canvas, or whatever.)  But I lack talent.  More than that, I would go so far as to say my artistic skills are below average.  This isn’t modesty here; I know bad when I see it.

Hippy to the hip hip

Do you hear that sound of shattering glass off in the distance?  In case you’re wondering, that’s the sound of my dancing ambitions once again being crushed by the cruel, cruel sledgehammer of reality and whatever the word is for the opposite of grace.

Life-long Learning

“What did you learn today that you will remember for the rest of your life?”

When I was very very small, my dad would ask me this every day when I got home from school.  

The Art of Procrastination

In my experience, there are two types of procrastinators.  (There are also people who don’t procrastinate at all, but who work according to timelines or time-budgets or something.  I don’t really know how they operate, so I won’t discuss them here.)

1. Those who know how to do it well.
2. Those who don’t.

Music, music, music.

I adore music.  I love its power to make me happy or studious or motivated to kick ass at the gym.  I love that it can occasionally make me cry. I love that you can listen to music with people who don’t speak your language and share an experience with them.