or not so impressed with myself...

last night, as i cleared a path through my room, i got incredibly exhausted! i can't tackle my room in a matter of hours. there are so many "things" that distract me - like hanging a book for notes when i'm not in / organizing my books to height in a shelf no one sees / hanging my clothes on their appropriate hangers.when i look at my room i see so many options!!! and as the psycho analyst in me takes over... that's how i see myself... and true to form, the options are overwhelming.my sister - at my cries of distress - kept calling sanity "i'm coming, i'm coming". while waiting, i fell asleep! needless to say my thoughts for this trip are ridiculous! my dad asked me to underpack - knowing full well my request to bring my forklift worthy photoboxes was going to be denied, i continued with the plausible tasks for my spare time. both my parents tackled me on this, explaining my life cannot be organized from a boat. i'm sure the fun of 24-7 with Seb and Nebs will outweigh any tragedies envisioned by all who know my family ;o) bon voyage to me!

i impress myself

I'm reading through Proverbs, these days. Simple truths that sometimes kick me in the head. 1. don't brag about self - allow others that role 2. if one remains silent - even a fool can be deemed wise 3. harlots vs. wisdom - there's some kind of link Anyhoo. I was compelled to read over my postings for fear of incriminating evidence ;o) - I mean, information. I'm struck by a few things. I like my writing, though. This weekend, an old friend made my heart soar. Her comment was to a couple who didn't "know" me very well, but work closely with my brother. She told them that I had been around since the dawn of creation - noting the fact that I was old school... not a nubie. There's nothing wrong with new people BUT territory means so much to me. More of those animal instincts (ex. biting). My time with my brother has been pleasant, too. I am trusting my family with more of my heart than ever before. Thanks to the "memo" they understand to listen rather than respond. I'm discovering the infantile nature of my emotions. Maybe not childish so much as teenage girl. This is the constipation of it all. Lots brews but not much escapes. However, with the new found trust... across the board, I am a little more open and appropriately so. I'm proud of my steps forward. Keeping quiet about dreams, excitements and ideas is helping the ?perculation? process. More satisfying, too, since the joy of completion is divided by smaller and smaller numbers. *contented sigh*