Reckless Abandon:

Means, just go for it without worrying about anything.

Easier said than done. What happens from the time when you are a teenager about to enter adulthood and the world seems SO full of excitement... and the spot I am now where the world in general, seems almost terrifying. How do we somehow lose the will to be dangerous when we are suddenly unleashed and allowed to be as dangerous as we want to be? What happened to my desire to be reckless? When did things start becoming so complex? I want to do something daring. I want to have good stories to tell my children one day! I don't know what it is yet, maybe skydiving or cage diving with a great white. I'm going to experience the exhilaration of ignoring the consequence of an obviously dangerous decision and I'm going to live to tell you about it!

Goal of the day: start living again, with reckless abandon.

Reaching Towards Simplicity

Is it wrong that I am aspiring towards a simpler life? I suppose most people want to achieve more as they get older. But what is "more" anyways??

These are the things I want:

I want a house in the middle of no where with enough land for me to become a fabulous farmer woman. I want gardens and chickens and a goat or two. I want to can and freeze my food. I want permanent dirty fingernails from digging in the dirt!! *that sounds so gross* I want to become an amazing baker! I want to go to bed exhausted and fulfilled every single night. I don't EVER want to use good customer service again! :) Auh.. these are the things I'm working towards. Not more, but less.

Can't I Just Rent Forever?

Aaron and I are buying a house! Why do people act like this is so exciting?? They must not have actually ever bought a house themselves because this sucks! I apologize ahead of time for my negative attitude. It's very unlike me. I just don't understand why it has to be SO difficult. Never mind, I take that back. It may have something to do with the near downfall of our entire economy. But come on guys, seriously? We're not asking for much!

There is a bird making it's home in the bottom of the pool table we have stored on our back porch. Every morning for the last week I've torn down little bits of moss and grass and sticks. Every morning they are right back in place. I gave up. The bird did not. He's got quite a nice place for himself, er.. herself now? I decided that if that's not a perfect example of God or someone out there trying to teach me a valuable life lesson, I don't know what is. I'm not giving up.