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Ode to my Christmas tree

Tuesday, December 4th, 2012

I love my Christmas tree. It is one of my absolute most favorite parts of the season. I could spend hours sitting by it, relishing in the smell and soaking in the reflections of the lights off various ornaments and branches. It’s just so purdy.

I have a fond connection with most of my ornaments. There’s usually a memory attached to them. It’s one of my favorite things about unpacking the box of Christmas decorations. I lovingly unwrap each one, remembering the story behind them. (I’ll share more posts and stories about specific ornaments.)

Hanging those ornaments is like a tribute to years past. Remembering Christmas as a child, filled with giddy anticipation. Christmas as a young adult, when the season took on so much more meaning. Christmas as a newly married woman, only a few years ago.

Now that I’m married, the Christmas tree is a shared space with my husband. I love our odd assembling of ornaments collected from two separate lives. Some are store bought, some are handmade. They range from Luke Skywalker to Eeyore. All with a memory.

They’re not all perfect. There’s a section of mostly wooden, hand colored ornaments. Some are colored neatly in the lines, while others are scribbled on furiously. They’re handmade by my nephews and show their growth from year to year. I display them proudly.

There’s the sloppily painted heart that I attempted for Drew and I’s first married Christmas together. I wanted to chronicle our first year together in a unique way. Unfortunately, I lacked time, painting technique and smaller paint brushes. It is what it is.

Some people like a neat, themed tree with color coordinated ornaments and bows. These trees are beautiful and I appreciate the hard work that goes into them. I prefer the mishmash of unmatched ornaments, some even hanging crooked off the branches. The hodgepodge reminds me that life is not always perfect and put together. Some moments are beautifully crafted, while others are weathered by years gone by. Some aren’t very pleasing to the eye but are priceless to the heart.

When it all comes together, it creates something beautiful. I’ll take that over organized and perfect any day.

More thoughts on Quitter Conference #3

Tuesday, September 25th, 2012

My head is still swimming with information and inspiration from this past weekend. I’m still processing, writing, and churning out ideas. Some of this is a repeat of what I posted yesterday, but I’m still fleshing out all of this. I wanted to get stuff out of my brain and on “paper.”

  • Your dream will not be perfect. It will be messy. This may be my biggest take-away from this third conference. I keep waiting for this whole thing to “click” into place. Like it should be all be neat and orderly. It should all make sense and be clean and organized. If anything, it all becomes more jumbled the more I go. And that’s okay.
  • Fear tries to hand you an apathy shield. I’m afraid I’ve grown more apathetic and “numb” toward much of life. I never thought of this as a defense mechanism. It’s fear raising it’s ugly head, and it does not help my dream.
  • Start somewhere and murder perfectionism. This was my big takeaway from the first conference I attended over a year ago and it’s still hitting me. I’ve started, but I think this applies to the middle of your dream as well. Keep going. Stop worrying about making it perfect. It will get better as you go.
  • Refuse to love your dream more than the people it impacts. I heard this and immediately wrote underneath it: Drew and my marriage is always more important. It’s important to carve out time for my dream, but it’s also incredibly important to carve out time for Drew as well. I need to show him that he’s always more important.
  • Play to the size of your heart, not the size of your crowd. As a musician, I relate to this. If I ever have a chance to perform my original songs, chances are the crowd will be slim. I need to remember the joy that singing brings me and the passion I have for music. I think of my Youtube channel and the three subscribers I have.

And now it’s time to hustle.

Quitter Conference #3

Monday, September 24th, 2012

I am a Quitter Conference Veteran. I wrote about my other conference experiences here and here. I like to call myself a Quitter conference “junkie.” I just can’t get enough. They inspire, encourage, and challenge me.

I am working toward a dream of music and writing. I have no idea what the end goal is, but I’m working a little every day on these goals, hoping at some point that it will become clear. This third conference gave me some new “big picture” ideas about my dream. I have no idea how to get to those big picture goals, but it was nice to have some sort of end goal in my brain. I’m not ready to share these goals yet, because I think I need to let them marinate in my brain a bit before putting them out there. Hopefully with time I’ll be ready to share them.

My head was swimming once again with all the information I obtained at this conference. I’m still processing and sorting it all out. So, the best way I know to share what I got out of it is with bullet points.

  • You need to know you’re not crazy. That is one of the beautiful things about Quitter, is being amongst a group of fellow dreamers. It’s nice to get some validation that it’s okay to dream. I’m not alone, and that’s a relief.
  • Your dream will not be perfect. It will be messy. I am so learning this on my journey. I get so frustrated when the pieces of my dream don’t fit together all neat.
  • Fear tries to hand you an apathy shield. Apathy numbs you from hurt and hope. This whole thing is pretty hard, and putting myself and my work out there is scary. I’m bad about apathy, pretending like I don’t care, but it will numb you from all feelings good and bad.
  • It’s okay to experiment and not be perfect. When I write songs, I want them to be all inspiring and amazing. But I’m just getting started, and most of my songs are going to be three chords with a simple melody and will probably all sound the same. And that’s okay.
  • Your day starts the night before. If I’m going to get up early and write, I need to get ready the night before. Plan out what I’m going to work on (if I don’t, I’m totally aimless in the morning) and get a good night’s sleep so I’m not cursing myself when the alarm goes off.
  • Your dream is not for you. You’re a caretaker for it. One of the big things I got out of this conference is that I want my dream to be bigger than me. I don’t want to write songs just so I can make money (although a bit of income from that would be fabulous), I want to help people.

It’s Monday morning, and it’s hard to get back into the daily grind after such an inspiring weekend. But I still got myself up early, and I’m doing the work I know I need to do. It’s not easy, but I feel like the end result will be worth it.

Oh prednisone, how I hate you

Thursday, July 12th, 2012

Only three more doses of prednisone, and quite frankly, I can’t wait to be done. This stuff is some nasty stuff. I am tired of being:

  • Thirsty. I want to drink about three gallons of water a day.
  • Hungry. It’s especially frustrating when food choices are limited.
  • Moody. It’s like PMS on a severe rampage.

And honestly, I don’t think it’s helping. I’m waiting until the meds are completely finished, but at this point, still no significant improvement. In fact, yesterday my ear started feeling worse again.

I decided to take the morning off of work today to give my body some much needed rest time. Sometimes you can only take so much.