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Which is Spanish for “Fluffy”

Friday, March 30th, 2012

We live in a predominantly Hispanic area, and I love the kids who live a few doors down from us.  They’re always outside running around in the yard, yelling to each other in Spanish – yet effortlessly switch to English when I walk past.

The other day, I was passing by with the dogs when three little boys ran up to me.  They were basically the human versions of Alvin, Simon, and Theodore.

“Can we pet your dogs?” Alvin asked.

“Sure,” I answered.  “They’re nice – and look, this one only has three legs.”

“WHOA.”  Simon was particularly amazed.

Noticing the two small dogs in their fenced yard, I asked, “What are your dogs’ names?”

Little Theodore answered.

“That one is Peanut, and that one is Luis.  I MEAN, FLUFFY.”

It was kind of the cutest thing that happened all week.

In which I compare myself to a bear, a bunny, and a slug

Wednesday, March 21st, 2012

Well, shoot.

I have been a horrible blogger, emailer, Facebooker, Instagrammer, and all around virtual presence lately.  It seems as though my Internet Self has opted for hibernation (the best part was the eating and eating and eating beforehand).

But it’s not as though my Internet Self is the Real Me, and the Real Me has been busy doing all sorts of things that are real – real like the Velveteen Rabbit.

For starters, I am working my fluffy cottontail off at my job.  Every day is a to-do list a mile long, and if you know me, you know that there is nothing I love more than taking a fat Sharpie and crossing off tasks.  I’m doing all sorts of things that I don’t know how to do, which forces me to just figure it out.  It’s challenging but fun, and I learn more every single day.

But remember when I was so excited to be wearing “actual outfits” to my new job?  The novelty has kind of worn off.  After about a month, I decided that none of my clothes were worth wearing, and the “actual outfits” started being the same 5 pieces in rotation.  I have so many clothes that I don’t wear (or that just shouldn’t be worn), and I’m feeling the need for a wardrobe overhaul.  I wish I had Kendi Everyday to help me.

Really.  Why can I not put together effortless outfits like her?  I do not have the spiritual gift of fashion.  I need serious help and skinnier thighs.

In other news, I mailed off my taxes, glory and amen.  Yes, I owed money.  But given that this was my most complicated financial year to date, the very fact that they’re finished is a victory.  (Of course, it should be mentioned that *I* did not do my taxes – my dad did them for me, and then sent them to me to sign.  I also wrote in my phone number, because I am the champion of doing my taxes.)

Speaking of money, remember how last month I paid off and destroyed my credit card?   Full steam ahead: I JUST PAID OFF MY CAR.  I wrote the final check this morning.  The deed is done.  I have ONE debt left – my student loans – and I’m all over it like a slug on wet pavement.

If I could wrap everyone up in a gigantic bear hug (after all, I HAVE been a hibernator)… I would.  This blog serves as a way to connect with some of my favorite people, and I miss you when I’m gone.  It just doesn’t feel right, you know?  Don’t forget about me, and I promise to not forget about you.

“Your vision isn’t big enough”

Monday, March 12th, 2012

I can’t tell you how many times in the last several months that I have sat down to write, only to be confronted with the alarming realization that my spirit feels dry.  The five fairly consistent years of this blog should prove that it’s not like me to have nothing to say – but you can’t draw water from an empty well, and you can’t draw words from an empty girl.

There are probably a lot of valid external factors contributing to this soul-drought.  Starting a new job (no matter how awesome) takes a significant amount of brainpower and creative energy.  Going from working from home to being surrounded by people (no matter how wonderful) is a whiplash of sorts, and requires some adjustment.  The evolution of important relationships can be uncomfortable – not bad, not wrong, just different.   The Colorado weather swinging from 72 degrees one day to 28 the next is enough to kill all the joy that ever was.

But deeper than all of that, it’s a heart thing.  It’s a heart thing, and I know it.

Last week, two of my favorite friends posted two separate blogs – and both brought me to tears.  Both of these friends had a dream.  Both of them worked really hard for a really long time.  And both of their stories have led somewhere beautiful and inspiring.

Annie and Valerie, you remind me of what it means to hope and dream and work, and to wind up somewhere beyond what you thought was possible.  I’m so incredibly proud of both of you.  (Also, let’s just take a moment to recognize how GORGEOUS they both look – good grief.)

I recently heard a pastor say, “If you don’t have to pray about the vision you have for your life, then your vision isn’t big enough.”

Contrary to my self-sufficient attitude, we’re supposed to dream of and work toward things bigger than what we can do on our own.

I’m pretty sure that a lack of vision has contributed to my stagnant heart – but Annie and Valerie have reminded me about the importance of working toward a dream.  Consider me nudged.