She Yammers

I realized recently that I no longer blog about things... or events. I was using it only to showcase pieces that were deep... or poetic... or spiritually significant... or stories.

And I miss writing. I miss writing about mundane things. I miss the witness that my blog was to my life.

I am taking three classes this semester, and sit there thinking "I'd love to write about that person." But it's generally if they are doing something ridiculous or annoying... or both. And since I'm trying to curb my snarkiness, those posts will not be published.

But since this realization, I've freed myself from my own expectations of not posting anything unless it's Pullitzer Prize worthy. Why deny myself the joy that is writing, just because it's not deep?

So I will blog again. And if you dont want to read about the commoness that is my life, you are free to close this out! (Editor's note... Lindsay is working a lot of hours, taking three classes, playing on the worship team, and doing as many practicum hours as she can, so the line "I will blog again" must needs be taken with a grain of salt, and a realization that there are only 24 hrs in her day, some of which should be put in the "sleeping" catergory)

Yesterday I was walking through the halls at work, mentally keeping a list of all the things that had gone wrong that day. And by wrong I mean Significantly Wrecking My Day Wrong. There were many and I was replaying them over and over so I wouldn't forget them. And I stopped in the middle of the hall and asked myself when had I become that person? The person who only looks at the bad. That's not who I am. Or not who I thought I was, at least.

So today I tried to focus on the good.

And today went surprisingly better than yesterday.

- I got to sleep in until 6 instead of getting up at 5
- Someone bought me coffee this morning
- And someone else bought me lunch
- I've worked hard on my organizational skills, and was told by a trainer travelling to our site today, that my class was the most organized one he'd seen in his five years of training
- The last 15 minutes of my work day were spent in conversation with someone who makes me laugh so hard I cry
- Shopping on the way home, I found a raincoat that was regularly $80, now mine for only $22
- I talked to Rachelle on my way home and heard little Evie (my goddaughter, you know!! :) cooing in the background
- Leaves are starting to come out, and the forsythias are in full bloom
- Another person scheduled a massage, which means I'm chalking up my practice hours
- And for dinner, I have my ultimate comfort food just waiting to be made


So today, you might say, was a happy yellow rain coat in the midst of a rain storm!