sometimes, quotes help

Posted on Thursday, May 31st, 2012 by staci

I’m not sure if Pinterest is behind the massive number of quotes floating around the InterWebs as of late, but I have to admit … I don’t hate it. As a person who talks a lot, thinks a lot and writes some, words can be extremely powerful to me. I appreciate the sharing of inspirational quotes. Too often, we hear things throughout the day that bring us down; take us back to reality, if you will. A well-timed quote (or Bible passage), however, can immediately improve my spirits. It may be brief and some people may think I’m crazy … I would also bet they don’t feel the same way about quotes … but it’s possible. And sometimes, all I need is possible.

Tonight, I needed a quote. I started with Pinterest. Sure, there were several I already pinned that I like, but then I remembered this one that a friend shared via email last night:

Life is like a camera: focus on what’s important, capture the good times, & develop from the negatives. ~Unknown~

I liked it. I liked it a lot. Why? I like pictures. I like words. I like feeling better.

most likely to succeed

Posted on Saturday, May 12th, 2012 by staci

Poor Connor got so upset tonight. He was carefully crafting a card for my mom for Mother’s Day. When he showed me, I noticed he’d written all the letters from right to left. He argued with me briefly that he always writes that way before admitting that he’d written the “G” like an “e” and decided to write the rest of the letters to the left of that so it wasn’t apparent. Then, he cried.

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twenty-one things

Posted on Friday, May 11th, 2012 by staci

I follow quite a few bloggers. And, quite a few of them post out lists of randomness every now and again. I like reading them and I feel like I know the blogger a bit more personally when I get to the end. With that said, and because I’ve always been slightly odd, here’s my list of twenty-one random tidbits (in no particular order). Continue reading →

shake it ’til you make it

Posted on Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012 by staci

I’ve always been fond of dancing. I still tease my mom because she didn’t enroll me in dance when I was a youngster. I mean, can’t you visualize me in a tight little number ~~stomping~~ gliding across a wooden floor?

High school dances proved problematic. The dancing part was a riot but I usually wound up in tears because some boy liked some other girl and I was just ‘that girl guys like to be friends with’. Continue reading →

a brand new ending

Posted on Tuesday, May 1st, 2012 by staci

It’s time.

It’s time that I introduce you to my new site; my new chapter. I wrote a (likely too long) summary of what I’m doing here. I have to be honest … I’m equal parts scared and excited to share this journey that is otherwise known as my life.

I have so many things I want to share. First, though, I just want to talk to the kid that makes me get out of bed every day. Continue reading →

why it’s like learning to ride a bicycle

Posted on Monday, April 30th, 2012 by staci

I’ve been mulling over what I’m going to share when it comes to my self-esteem/self-image/body issues nonsense I’ve been dealing with for pretty much … well, as long as I can remember.

For now, let me just say that its a little bit like the first time you ride a bicycle. I know, I know – that makes no sense.

Here’s my train of thought: Connor and I went for a ride last night, albeit brief (and slightly painful), but it reminded me of how young he is and how he is still fairly immature when it comes to pedaling a bike on his own. I still feel much the same when I consider my own issues.

Connor didn’t believe he could ride his bike until I shoved him down the yard a couple times last year. He had what he needed (including his helmet, goshdarnit), but the confidence just wasn’t there … without the push.

I need that push. I have everything I need to do to get better. Its not about a diet, or an exercise regimen, or feeling comfortable enough to wear ~~Spandex~~ tight-fitting workout clothes; its about believing that I am healthy and strong as a result of all the work I’ve done and that I shouldn’t feel ashamed because my body doesn’t fit some perfect mold. It was carefully created for really big things and I need to believe that and let it propel me … right for where I’m headed.