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Self Portrait Tuesday
Every month has a different theme, and each Tuesday of that month participating people post a relevant self portrait of themselves on their blog, and link back to it on the Self Portrait Tuesdays site.
It's interesting, full of humanity and really fun in a voyeristic way. I'm addicted.
I've also decided to start. Therefore, watch this space. Starting this Tuesday (1/31) I'll be posting self portraits. January's theme was Personal History.
February's theme is All of Me.
For more info, and I encourage my readers to participate, see full details Here, or click the button below.
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Sunday, January 29, 2006
Recently, I came across a great photo project/blog site called Self Portrait Tuesdays.Every month has a different theme, and each Tuesday of that month participating people post a relevant self portrait of themselves on their blog, and link back to it on the Self Portrait Tuesdays site.
It's interesting, full of humanity and really fun in a voyeristic way. I'm addicted.
I've also decided to start. Therefore, watch this space. Starting this Tuesday (1/31) I'll be posting self portraits. January's theme was Personal History.
February's theme is All of Me.
For more info, and I encourage my readers to participate, see full details Here, or click the button below.
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The New Year, taking stock
Actually, that's way more full of doom than the tone of this message will be. If you're looking for sarcastic, pessimistic and everything sucks, you should probably stop reading.
I wouldn't call myself Mary Sunshine by any means. I try to look at things with real eyes, call out the bad things and always remember the good. Lately, though, I'm wondering if I really am Mary Sunshine and someone just forgot to tell me.
I've always thought that New Year was one of those holidays that always sounds better than it is. I was thrilled to tune in to How I Met Your Mother recently and see that I'm not the only one, and there was an entire episode devoted to that mythical (and non-existant) perfect New Year's.
(Sidebar: If you're not watching How I Met Your Mother, you really should be. It's fabulous.LEGENDARY! )
Anyway, every year I tell myself that this is the New Year that will be different, I'll have a great party, populated by interesting people, and do something other than watching the ball drop and calling that handful of amazing people I love. Or sometimes I tell myself that this is the year I'll do something really romantic in the tradition of An Affair to Remember involving the Empire State Building, a declaration of love, and cartwheels.
Yeah, I know. So it never happens. New Year's Eve 2005 had the distinction of being the most quiet and unsocial yet (spent praying in the New Year at church. Urgh. Long story. I'll tell it in a minute).
Even so, I've been catching up on my blog reading today, and time after time I've read how my friends spend their new year feeling lonely, dissatisfied and generally blue. Several of them mentioned the involvement of tears. It's making me feel sad for them, but also strangely peaceful about where I'm at right now.
My new year may have been spent in church, but I've got good love, a roof over my head and groceries in my fridge, an all day movie date this weekend, and when people ask me what I do or where I live, I don't feel that old pang of disappointment in my heart before I tell them. I have money stress, and job stress sometimes, but everybody has those, right? All in all I think that adds up to a life I don't hate. I think I'm happier than I remember to be thankful for, to whatever exists out there that causes it.
It's 2006, and I'm starting out in the black. Here's hoping that when I tune in this time next year, I'll have moved forward somehow, and have the same peace I feel right now.
Oh, and as for praying in the New Year? My partner's tradition. The family holiday visit (my family) went so well we decided to stay a few extra days, including the New Year. Partner has an amazing network of family and friends in her church community, they gather for a dynamic service of music and love and prayer every year to ring in the new year. It's as much a family event as a church event, and being out of town in a strange place she was missing it terribly. She wanted to keep her church tradition, so I went with her so she wouldn't be alone. Typically she does her church thing and I do my ball drop calling thing, and we reconnect after midnight. Going with her was only right since she spent the entire holiday season with my family. As for the church, it was teeny tiny, but the people were really nice, and we were only there for an hour. It could have been a lot worse.
Eh. Chalk it up a a new experience. Although next year I think we'll get back in the city before 12/31. Just the same.
The girl and me, my parent's house, Christmas 2005
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Wednesday, January 04, 2006
So, another one bites the dust.Actually, that's way more full of doom than the tone of this message will be. If you're looking for sarcastic, pessimistic and everything sucks, you should probably stop reading.
I wouldn't call myself Mary Sunshine by any means. I try to look at things with real eyes, call out the bad things and always remember the good. Lately, though, I'm wondering if I really am Mary Sunshine and someone just forgot to tell me.
I've always thought that New Year was one of those holidays that always sounds better than it is. I was thrilled to tune in to How I Met Your Mother recently and see that I'm not the only one, and there was an entire episode devoted to that mythical (and non-existant) perfect New Year's.
(Sidebar: If you're not watching How I Met Your Mother, you really should be. It's fabulous.
Anyway, every year I tell myself that this is the New Year that will be different, I'll have a great party, populated by interesting people, and do something other than watching the ball drop and calling that handful of amazing people I love. Or sometimes I tell myself that this is the year I'll do something really romantic in the tradition of An Affair to Remember involving the Empire State Building, a declaration of love, and cartwheels.
Yeah, I know. So it never happens. New Year's Eve 2005 had the distinction of being the most quiet and unsocial yet (spent praying in the New Year at church. Urgh. Long story. I'll tell it in a minute).
Even so, I've been catching up on my blog reading today, and time after time I've read how my friends spend their new year feeling lonely, dissatisfied and generally blue. Several of them mentioned the involvement of tears. It's making me feel sad for them, but also strangely peaceful about where I'm at right now.
My new year may have been spent in church, but I've got good love, a roof over my head and groceries in my fridge, an all day movie date this weekend, and when people ask me what I do or where I live, I don't feel that old pang of disappointment in my heart before I tell them. I have money stress, and job stress sometimes, but everybody has those, right? All in all I think that adds up to a life I don't hate. I think I'm happier than I remember to be thankful for, to whatever exists out there that causes it.
It's 2006, and I'm starting out in the black. Here's hoping that when I tune in this time next year, I'll have moved forward somehow, and have the same peace I feel right now.
Oh, and as for praying in the New Year? My partner's tradition. The family holiday visit (my family) went so well we decided to stay a few extra days, including the New Year. Partner has an amazing network of family and friends in her church community, they gather for a dynamic service of music and love and prayer every year to ring in the new year. It's as much a family event as a church event, and being out of town in a strange place she was missing it terribly. She wanted to keep her church tradition, so I went with her so she wouldn't be alone. Typically she does her church thing and I do my ball drop calling thing, and we reconnect after midnight. Going with her was only right since she spent the entire holiday season with my family. As for the church, it was teeny tiny, but the people were really nice, and we were only there for an hour. It could have been a lot worse.
Eh. Chalk it up a a new experience. Although next year I think we'll get back in the city before 12/31. Just the same.
The girl and me, my parent's house, Christmas 2005
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