When I was about 20, I took an intro to philosophy class. I didn't really understand most of it. Actually, it, as well as one of my friends, convinced me that I did not exist. It was a rough time. lol. Anyway, my professor got to talking about the store Forever 21 one day when somebody complimented her bag.
"Thanks," she said. "I got it at Forever 21. By the way, what a hellish name for a store! You're all too young to know this now, but 21 sucks. Wait until you get older."
Now, this was completely lost on most of the class. I was one of the older students, having transferred from a local (way shittier) private college. We were a bunch of 18-22 year olds and we probably couldn't have found our way out of a cave (Ha! Philosophy joke!) with a flashlight. We were high on youth, even if we didn't realize it. Our faces were unlined. Our livers were fresh. WE were on top of the world. What could this late 30's woman know about being 21??
A lot, apparently.
Now that I am the ripe age of 28 (HA!), I totally get it. It's like they say, some things get better with age. Yes, a lot of the magic has gone out of the world for me but there are those glorious moments where everything is beautiful and right. This afternoon. I stood on the front porch, slightly buzzed, in the hail and sunshine. It was so beautiful. And I had just been thinking about who I am and where I am at. I have done so much more than I ever expected. I never thought that I could pull all of this off. I can't even begin to imagine what I'll pull off in the coming years.
Forever 21 IS a hellish name for a store. I would never go back.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Sunday, September 16, 2012
It's time to go again...
I know that I haven't written in a while and quite frankly that's because I just forgot about my project.
But I want to try again and one thing I've learned is that there is nothing wrong with that.
I think what I need is a "Get it Together" Project as opposed to the a Happiness Project but, you know, I kind of think they are the same thing. I'm just going to do it. I am going to hop right in to getting myself back on track. I'm going to work on eating better and getting fit, just like I did in January.
This is the third Sunday in a row that I have cleaned the whole house in an afternoon. That is one of the things I love about my house. It's so small that a couple of hours is enough to get it clean. The first week I did it was Labor Day (so technically not a Sunday). After a weekend of partying, Matt and I laid down to nap. I got up and cleaned the house and he still didn't want to get up so I sat down with some movies. Throughout the week, I tend to build up a collection of movies from the library. That first week I watched Tangled, Season of the Witch, and Crazy Stupid Love. Last Sunday I cleaned after getting home from a bridal shower while Matt was celebrating his father's birthday. When I was done, he wasn't home yet. I watched You Again and Wild Hearts Can't be Broken. This week I have Rango, Charlie St. Cloud, Book of Love, and Peacock.
I rarely let myself just sit in front of the television and there are a lot of things I want to see that Matt DOES NOT want to see. Usually, I just figure it's not worth the battle. These past couple of weeks have been really nice though. I love having the house clean for the week. Usually I spend my mornings and lunch hours cleaning and it never seems to get done. Finishing it all on one day has been nice. I don't know that it's actually saved me any time during the week but it has made me feel a bit less stressed. I like that I have been rewarding myself, too. I can play games on the computer and look at Pinterest and work on crafts and catch up on movies. And that feels great!
Sometimes I think that a clean house makes me happy and sometimes I think that a clean house is a sign of happiness. What do you think about cleanliness and happiness?
But I want to try again and one thing I've learned is that there is nothing wrong with that.
I think what I need is a "Get it Together" Project as opposed to the a Happiness Project but, you know, I kind of think they are the same thing. I'm just going to do it. I am going to hop right in to getting myself back on track. I'm going to work on eating better and getting fit, just like I did in January.
This is the third Sunday in a row that I have cleaned the whole house in an afternoon. That is one of the things I love about my house. It's so small that a couple of hours is enough to get it clean. The first week I did it was Labor Day (so technically not a Sunday). After a weekend of partying, Matt and I laid down to nap. I got up and cleaned the house and he still didn't want to get up so I sat down with some movies. Throughout the week, I tend to build up a collection of movies from the library. That first week I watched Tangled, Season of the Witch, and Crazy Stupid Love. Last Sunday I cleaned after getting home from a bridal shower while Matt was celebrating his father's birthday. When I was done, he wasn't home yet. I watched You Again and Wild Hearts Can't be Broken. This week I have Rango, Charlie St. Cloud, Book of Love, and Peacock.
I rarely let myself just sit in front of the television and there are a lot of things I want to see that Matt DOES NOT want to see. Usually, I just figure it's not worth the battle. These past couple of weeks have been really nice though. I love having the house clean for the week. Usually I spend my mornings and lunch hours cleaning and it never seems to get done. Finishing it all on one day has been nice. I don't know that it's actually saved me any time during the week but it has made me feel a bit less stressed. I like that I have been rewarding myself, too. I can play games on the computer and look at Pinterest and work on crafts and catch up on movies. And that feels great!
Sometimes I think that a clean house makes me happy and sometimes I think that a clean house is a sign of happiness. What do you think about cleanliness and happiness?
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