Monday, September 24, 2012


Since I'm trying to improve my life, I've started looking back over my life and trying to figure what has worked for me in the past that I can implement now. The best and most productive time of my life was my first semester of college. Many of the reason it was good, I can't implement right now but there is one thing I can. That semester I was organized. I had developed a system that worked. Everything had a place and I used a dry-erase calendar and a planner to keep track of everything. So, my plan is to get organized again.

I've started purging. I've realized that when I don't feel safe or I am emotionally distraught in some way, I become a complete pack-rat and incredibly cluttered. It's either a defense mechanism or a physical manifestation of my inner chaos. Most likely its both. So, I am getting rid of stuff I don't use. Its a slow process because there's quite a few years of this mess. But it is happening, and its amazing how its affecting my spirit. Just getting rid of a few things has made me feel lighter.

The other thing that I'm doing to get organized, that I'm quite proud of, is I'm making my own day planner. I've used planners in the past for school. When I used them regularly they were so helpful. So I think I can make one that can be applied to my life. It's still a work in progress but its coming along. I think I'm done designing the pages, I have to try it out to be sure, but I'm missing the supplies to put it together. I'm going to a couple of stores tomorrow to see if I can find what I need.

Monday, September 17, 2012

Friday, September 14, 2012

The Sunday Whirl- Wordle 73

His features are perfect, as if chiseled out of marble
He is rugged and fierce, protective of his own
He descended from warriors, it ran through his blood
The nobility and suffering of his past created a great man
His love for me is a blessing I never thought possible

He says he wants to show me something special
I follow him in silence as he guides me on this trail
It's remote and rarely used, completely grown over
He's not shaken by this mountain's rough terrain
His steps are steady and sure, his movements full of grace

We finally reach the top and I am greeted with amazing
I stare in awe at the splendor that lies before me
From dairy cows grazing to gorgeous tulip fields
It feels like I can see the world, it is our world
The beautiful niche we've carved out for ourselves
Our little corner on this big blue planet we call home

Inspired by The Sunday Whirl- Wordle 73. Yay! I used all the words this time!

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Year With Myself

Since I've been trying to find and improve myself, I've been searching the internet for ways to help me through the process. I do believe its something that I have to take control of but I don't believe that I have to do it completely alone. In my search I came across A Year With Myself. It seems like a pretty great program. I'm hoping it will be helpful.

They send out encouraging words and weekly journal prompts. I am most interested in the journal prompts. Writing is how I make sense of things and explore my inner depths. Journal prompts could be a good way to help me focus on particular parts of me.

We'll see what happens. I put the badge in my sidebar, so you guys can check it out as well.

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Quote: Lisa Kleypas

“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.” 

-Lisa Kleypas

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Quote: Anais Nin

“If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.”

-Anaïs Nin