Thursday, November 20, 2014

Waiting for the Proverbial Bus

The past few years of my life have been hard. Hard, but rewarding. I've grown more, learned more, learned more about myself. But in some ways it has also felt like a huge gamble.

Was talking to a friend last night and they referenced a childhood experience they had of riding the bus alone for the first time. There's a certain vulnerability in waiting for the bus if you've never done it before and don't know what you're doing. And she was hit by the realization that she's standing out there at the bus stop alone, waiting for a bus she's never seen to take her on a route she doesn't know. And even just the act of waiting for the bus -the bus that is supposed to come and has been told will come, but she has no concrete proof that it WILL- is an act of vulnerability and adventure all on it's own.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Can't Seem to Let Go

Picture that I both love and hate.
I'm just done. I hate hating myself, but I don't know if I can do anything else.

I woke up today and had some extra time before meeting friends for brunch. So I actually took the time to wash, blow-dry and style my hair -quite a feat and time commitment when you have as much hair as I do. I even took the time to put on makeup. I felt great. Pretty, even. I ran out the door and went to brunch. It was fantastic; a lot of fun and a great time catching up with old friends.

Holiday Material Madness

I have a strong aversion to Black Friday. Any of my friends and family members can confirm this. I used to occasionally participate in Black Friday shopping as a teenager. It seemed fun, even if it was crazy. But I completely gave up on Black Friday after working the holidays at one of the largest outlet malls in the Midwest. In fact, most of my holiday shopping is done online and/or well before the holidays.

I'm always curious as to why people go to Black Friday shopping. Research has shown the prices aren't really any better than normal. It can hardly be counted as a family-friendly event with all the acts of violence and incalculable stupidity that go on. Can it? I have family members who go Black Friday shopping every year and they seem to enjoy it and even look forward to it. But I'm at a loss as to why. To me, the holidays are crazy enough without me adding to the material madness.

It's always been a bit of a struggle for me to walk the line between affordable and meaningful. I try to make a point that all my gifts are as personal as possible.  Even if it's just an item off of someone's Amazon wish list (which, trust me, is one of my favorite tools!), I always try to choose something that I have a personal connection with. A movie that I enjoyed that someone requested. A book from my childhood for nieces or nephews. Lately, with the advent of having so many people to buy for (because, really, we all have people that we need to buy for and the extra people we WANT to buy for), I've had to get inventive to stay within my budget and still give something that means something to the recipient.

And, yes, my holiday shopping is already complete. I'm supposed to start wrapping next week so I can get everything in the mail before Thanksgiving.