This past week we have had something going on every day after work, whether it is not fun stuff (errands) or fun stuff (friends). Tis the season!
I am tempted to live in the future, knowing that next week we will be home with my family. But I can’t let these last few days before our trip become non-days of just filling time. Nope. I would miss the look on Eric’s face when he puts on a well-fitting suit jacket, or the joy in finding the perfect gift for a niece, or these first few minutes of quiet I have had to myself all week. This weekend is going to be packed to the brim with last minute-necessities and celebrating advent and I am looking forward to it so much. But this moment here, right now with my coffee and the clicking of these keys as I type, it’s the only moment I have.
Happy Friday, friends!
Midweek musings is where I start a post without knowing where it will end up. I hate doing things without a plan first, so this is an exercise in stretching myself. Thanks for bearing with me.
I have a recurring nightmare that involves me forgetting that I am enrolled in one or more college courses, going about life as normal, and then remembering that I have done nothing for those classes, and then having a minor panic attack as I realize I am going to fail.
Maybe that means I fear failure. Possibly. Or maybe I am recalling the time when I enrolled in a German reading class just for fun (to do over the summer in my spare time, you know), and then only did one assignment. I had a lot of fun paying my parents back for that class. Sarcasm.
People say to dream big–no, what is it they say? Shoot for the moon and at the very least you will land among the stars? What does that even mean? For people like me, I really don’t have any problems dreaming big. For people like me those phrases can be harmful–I do not need encouragement to romanticize life. So, in that sense Generayion Y-catch phrases have failed me.
I guess now is a good time to start thinking for myself and start a new catch phrase for overachievers: Shoot for the moon, but shoot for the ceiling first. If you are successful, then the troposphere, then the stratosphere, and so on.
That’s catchy, right?
Speaking of dreaming big…Gordon dreams of gracing the cover of Vogue. He dreams of a world that does not discriminate against guinea pigs as beautiful specimen. All I have to say to Gordon is: shoot for the moon, buddy.
photo by Eric