I Wonder If Jesus Did His Own Laundry?
In case y'all haven't noticed (how could you not?), I've redesigned my blog. Not the main text parts, but the background, header and footers. I'm not sure if I'll leave it this way. A part of me says it's way too loud and busy and then another part of me thinks that I like it that way. It's hard sometimes to find that fine line between something artful and pretty vs. something that's just a big-'ole-mess. Anyway, I hope it doesn't burn anyone's eyes.
I got the urge to change it yesterday, but I was just too tired. I'm getting the urge to change a lot of things lately. Yesterday, I rearranged my bookshelf again (only part of it this time). I pulled out all of my Psych. books and put them on my desk and in the process totally rearranged my desk. Now I'm thinking about a possible storage possibility under my desk for mine and my dad's innumerable records. See, I don't have a chair that goes with my desk. I don't really need one since my comp. is a laptop. I don't study there either. It's more like a decoration there to hold my printer, books, candles and other whatnots. Isn't that terribly non-utilitarian of me? I've never liked to study at desks, though. For me, they're more like a pretty piece of furniture. Like an armoir or something. (And my desk is gorgeous, by the way. It's solid wood with aged iron accents. There's not a nail one in my desk. It's all built by fitting wood pieces together. I love my desk.)
Anyway, it's Christmas Day and I'm relieved because I didn't have to go to the pretendfamilyget-together last night. I called Dad after he was already over there and told him that I just couldn't bear to go and he said, surprisingly, "That's ok. You don't have to come." What a relief. And wow. I figured I'd get the superduperguilttrip. But nothing like that happened. I feel like a big furry, smothering, clawing bear has been rolled off of me.
Wanna know what I did last night, Christmas Eve? Laundry. And I hadn't felt so calm and satisfied in a good while.
So, now that I'm at least temporarily over myself I can do this:
I got the urge to change it yesterday, but I was just too tired. I'm getting the urge to change a lot of things lately. Yesterday, I rearranged my bookshelf again (only part of it this time). I pulled out all of my Psych. books and put them on my desk and in the process totally rearranged my desk. Now I'm thinking about a possible storage possibility under my desk for mine and my dad's innumerable records. See, I don't have a chair that goes with my desk. I don't really need one since my comp. is a laptop. I don't study there either. It's more like a decoration there to hold my printer, books, candles and other whatnots. Isn't that terribly non-utilitarian of me? I've never liked to study at desks, though. For me, they're more like a pretty piece of furniture. Like an armoir or something. (And my desk is gorgeous, by the way. It's solid wood with aged iron accents. There's not a nail one in my desk. It's all built by fitting wood pieces together. I love my desk.)
Anyway, it's Christmas Day and I'm relieved because I didn't have to go to the pretendfamilyget-together last night. I called Dad after he was already over there and told him that I just couldn't bear to go and he said, surprisingly, "That's ok. You don't have to come." What a relief. And wow. I figured I'd get the superduperguilttrip. But nothing like that happened. I feel like a big furry, smothering, clawing bear has been rolled off of me.
Wanna know what I did last night, Christmas Eve? Laundry. And I hadn't felt so calm and satisfied in a good while.
So, now that I'm at least temporarily over myself I can do this:
Labels: navel gazing
posted by Anais Nin at
3:16 PM
5 Comments:
Good morning. I would say that I like the look of your blog, but my work computer doesn't allow backgrounds on any site. It's all stark white.
I hope you had a good day my friend and being unafraid is a goal that any person can attain.
How weird. Why doesn't your computer allow backgrounds?
Merry Christmas! I hate how overwhelmed the season is with guilt and stress... spending time with people we don't want to spend time with, doing things we don't want to do, eating things we don't want to eat, and so on, and so forth... Somehow when we just let it go and do what feels right we feel better, but overcoming the potential guilt is so hard. Bah.
So it's done, and another year before you have to dive in again...
We don't have any idea. All the settings are correct and it's not the browsers, but any graphics beyond the main page don't show up. The one advantage is that the pages load a lot quicker.
I went to your other blog to read a bit. I admire your strength and courage in living your life.
"I feel like a big furry, smothering, clawing bear has been rolled off of me."
Fantastic description.
Glad you felt so calm and satisfied. I can relate to a dysfunctional family (unfortunately).
As for blog re-design: I get bored with the same old, same old on mine. Redecorating is fun. I think it's like breathing for creative types, which you definitely are!
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