long time, no post...

So, remember that pledge I made to post everyday?  Well, that proved to be a bit of a challenge for me.  I wanted this blog to be something that I couldn't make it: one of those blogs 10,000 people follow and get inspiration from.  When I couldn't do that in a "timely" fashion, (how could I not get an amazing following in 2 weeks time??  Ha.) I got frustrated so I stopped posting altogether.  


Now I'm going to make a different pledge: I'm going to post when I want and not pressure myself into being something I'm not (a devoted blogger).  Sometimes I'll ask questions.  Sometimes I'll rant.  Sometimes I'll share things that inspire me.  Sometimes my posts will be seen and sometimes they won't (and that's okay!).  


Until then,
Catherine 

work in progress...

I've been working on a painting of the word "peace" in different languages for Aaron (my boyfriend): a grueling process of motivating myself to actually pick the paint brush up, dip it in the acrylic hue of my choice and create decent word art.  I love painting little things just for fun and I often surprise myself at how happy and carefree I feel after I am done.  Painting is something I wish I did more often (also on the list of things I'd like to do more often: sleep in a hammock; exercise; eat chocolate cake; exercise again to make up for the sleeping and eating; photograph beautiful things; drive on a lonely highway; blare music out of my car windows; dance to the soundtrack of "Mamma Mia").


Here's what it looks like so far:

What is something you wish you could do more often?



a lot of life...

Lately I have been listening to a song by Sufjan Stevens: "The Dress Looks Nice On You."  It's a really pretty song- one of those songs that makes you wanna dance or roll the windows down when you're driving in your car- ya know, cliche stuff.  I think that's what makes this song great, though: you listen to it and it makes you forget all the craziness in your life.  You slow down.  This song reminds me of my boyfriend because I see a lot of life in him.  He makes every moment extraordinary by being silly or just doing what makes him happy. 

Who do you see a lot of life in?

When you're gone...

The other day, I began reading “The Five People You Meet In Heaven” by Mitch Albom.  I’m not far into it, but I feel like this is one of those books that are intended to make you cry.  Reading about this man’s life makes me wonder what I will be able to say about my own.  Did I live it well?  Or did I waste it?  I know I’m only in my twenties but there are so many things I want to experience.  I hope I leave a legacy behind: not so much for others to look at but for my kids and grandkids to be inspired by what I did and take risks of their own.  I want them to remember me as a kooky old woman who treasured the days of her life and left no moment ordinary. 

So I ask you:  What is one thing you want people to remember about you when you are gone? 

a clean cut...

I had a hair appointment today (at SWaNK).  It was supposed to be one of those ordinary hair cuts... a little snip snip and then done.  However, I decided to kick it up a notch.  For a while I have been thinking about getting an angled cut (shorter in the back then angled down toward the front) but I haven't had the courage to do it because I wasn't sure how my curly locks would take to such a drastic change.  With a little nudge from the stylist at the salon, though, I was able to tell her "go for it."  I think I made the right decision :~).  I know hair is something that is miniscule but I really feel like a different gal.



Sooo short!

 What have you always wanted to try that you haven't yet?  Don't be afraid-go for it!

One thing...

Over the weekend, I saw someone who has stopped talking to me since I graduated college.  I won’t bog you down with the details but our friendship ended over something trivial and (in the grand scheme of things) meaningless.  There were many things I could have said to this person:  Why are you being so ridiculous?  Can we please be friends again?  Never mind, I don’t want to be your friend if you’re going to act like this!  But I didn’t.  I thought I would get something out of this person if I was simply pleasant.  That was not the case.  I said "hello" and this person barely even looked at me.  I would love to tell you that this didn’t faze me, that I went on with my day unperturbed and impenetrable.  But it did faze me.  I’m still sad about it today and I probably won’t ever truly be over it even though my mother assures me that I will never see this person again.  It got me thinking: 
If you could say one thing to someone that you care about (or cared about) and have no repercussions, what would it be?

a [burning] passion

Waking up this morning to the bitter cold beyond my covers, I decided I would make homemade cupcakes when I got home from work (just vanilla with mascarpone vanilla icing).  After a long day at the office, I went to the grocery store, got all of my ingredients, drove home and got to work.  I was so immersed in mixing and pouring that I didn’t even eat dinner.  Finally, after what seemed like 9 hours, the batter was ready.  I scooped the perfect size every time (only thanks to my ice cream scooper) and opened the oven.  The moment the heat from the fiery vault licked my face, I felt a burning sensation on my finger.  My hand jerked back and my wrist ended up getting burned.  Even though it hurt like the dickens, I didn’t want my cupcake experience to be ruined.  Usually I would get angry and abandon my efforts of divine baking but not today.  You see, I have a new obsession with owning a cupcake shop someday and I’m trying to become the best cupcake maker alive (or at least a pretty decent one).  There aren’t many things I would get burned for but cupcakes are one of them.  So I ask you this: 

What hobby do you have a “burning” passion for?

They were pretty good :~)