in light of all that is happening...I need this song to help me to remember that this is big and good and so incredible.
And of course to dance like no one is watching...
Colorful by Rocco Deluca and the Burden
You swim like you're on fire
Live like your last day
Drink like it's water
There's no tomorrow
And you think no one can hear you
Raise your hands to be called on
You know all the answers
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You dance like no one's watching
Sing 'till the song ends
Then you sing some more
And we can hardly believe it
Words that flow from your mouth
Drink like it's water
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You're the most beautiful thing that I've seen
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You are an enigma walking
Make no excuses for the way that you carry on
And we can hardly believe it
The words that flow from your mouth
Drink like it's water, girl
You're the most colorful thing that I've seen
You're the most beautiful thing that I've seen
You are so colorful
You are so colorful
You are the most beautifl thing that I've ever seen
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
so, I have a ghost...
Some of you know these stories, but it's true, I have a ghost in my apartment...
Right after I had moved into my apartment, the string to just turn off the lights in my fan was broken, so I unscrewed the light bulbs, still leaving them in the socket. One night, I turned everything off and went to bed. At 1:00 am, all the lights, including my fan lights, and my TV were on. Yes, freaky...
My second incident with my ghost came some time during the beginning of my second year. I'm fortunate enough to have two doors to my bathroom, one through my bedroom and one through my walk through closet (which is very handy when you have guest stay over). I was awakened one night by the second door latching. And no, there is no way the wind could have closed it.
While I believe my ghost is friendly and means no harm, I think he (I have an intuition it is a guy) is sad to see me go. Last night, as I was working through the pile of things to shred (I LOVE my shredder), it stopped working...and then magically restarted about 2o minutes later...yes, I realize that could be multiple things, but I believe it's my ghost.
I just hope he doesn't move with me...I don't think he'd like my new place
Right after I had moved into my apartment, the string to just turn off the lights in my fan was broken, so I unscrewed the light bulbs, still leaving them in the socket. One night, I turned everything off and went to bed. At 1:00 am, all the lights, including my fan lights, and my TV were on. Yes, freaky...
My second incident with my ghost came some time during the beginning of my second year. I'm fortunate enough to have two doors to my bathroom, one through my bedroom and one through my walk through closet (which is very handy when you have guest stay over). I was awakened one night by the second door latching. And no, there is no way the wind could have closed it.
While I believe my ghost is friendly and means no harm, I think he (I have an intuition it is a guy) is sad to see me go. Last night, as I was working through the pile of things to shred (I LOVE my shredder), it stopped working...and then magically restarted about 2o minutes later...yes, I realize that could be multiple things, but I believe it's my ghost.
I just hope he doesn't move with me...I don't think he'd like my new place
Sunday, February 04, 2007
Why stress just might kill me...
Sometimes I wonder if I take on too much at once...I've never been someone with killer patience. I often want to do more than I can.
Case and point...
Buying a townhouse....Last night, as I sat around with my beautiful friends, we realized what this opportunity means for all of us. A space for us to grow into, where we can be comfortable and relaxed with each other. And what it means for me...it's going to be an amazing opportunity.
Moving up in my career...beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Having people recognize what I am capable of is always a good thing...changing positions, probably not ideal in the midst of everything.
Kenya...I'm nervous about making my fundraising goals. I shouldn't be, I know that the trip is suppose to happen and I'm suppose to be on it. I feel it in my gut, but what if? What if I can't do it? What if I can't find the money? Maybe it's a bad idea...(I know it's not, but this is a thought that is running through my head).
Anyways, I'm hoping my attitude changes before New Orleans because I want to enjoy my time...but I'm also hoping that stress isn't real and that everything will eventually come together. Until then, I think I'll go get some coldstone.
Case and point...
Buying a townhouse....Last night, as I sat around with my beautiful friends, we realized what this opportunity means for all of us. A space for us to grow into, where we can be comfortable and relaxed with each other. And what it means for me...it's going to be an amazing opportunity.
Moving up in my career...beautiful and dangerous at the same time. Having people recognize what I am capable of is always a good thing...changing positions, probably not ideal in the midst of everything.
Kenya...I'm nervous about making my fundraising goals. I shouldn't be, I know that the trip is suppose to happen and I'm suppose to be on it. I feel it in my gut, but what if? What if I can't do it? What if I can't find the money? Maybe it's a bad idea...(I know it's not, but this is a thought that is running through my head).
Anyways, I'm hoping my attitude changes before New Orleans because I want to enjoy my time...but I'm also hoping that stress isn't real and that everything will eventually come together. Until then, I think I'll go get some coldstone.
Thursday, February 01, 2007
29 more days
Don't worry, I'll get tired of the following too, but for right now, it's true....
29 days till I get to run the dishwasher and my dishes are done
29 days till I get to run my own washer and dryer and my clothes are done
29 days till I no longer wonder how far away I'll have to park away form my house on cold, snowy, wet days
29 days till I have so much room that I don't know what to do
29 more days until I have some freedom...
29 days till I get to run the dishwasher and my dishes are done
29 days till I get to run my own washer and dryer and my clothes are done
29 days till I no longer wonder how far away I'll have to park away form my house on cold, snowy, wet days
29 days till I have so much room that I don't know what to do
29 more days until I have some freedom...
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
I stop and feel my feet on the floor
This month, might be a crazy one.
There is so much going on that I'm having to remember that my feet are on the floor.
Case and point, I'm moving in 30 days. Which is always a good and bad thing. Moving causes me to stress out, clean out, do things I need to do. And I'm so ready to be done with my neighborhood...it's hard walking down the street with the constant fear of running into someone who has ill feelings towards you.
Oh, and there are work things I can't talk about yet.
And I'm going to Mardi Gras next weekend, which again is both a fun and stressful event. I hoping it will be more fun than anything.
and I'm still trying to raise money for Kenya.
And it's f-ing cold and snowing again in Denver.
So as I remember that my feet are on the floor, and that this is the delightful terror that I know will push me closer to the Trinity, it's my hope that I don't get overwhelmed and not remember where I am going or how I got there.
There is so much going on that I'm having to remember that my feet are on the floor.
Case and point, I'm moving in 30 days. Which is always a good and bad thing. Moving causes me to stress out, clean out, do things I need to do. And I'm so ready to be done with my neighborhood...it's hard walking down the street with the constant fear of running into someone who has ill feelings towards you.
Oh, and there are work things I can't talk about yet.
And I'm going to Mardi Gras next weekend, which again is both a fun and stressful event. I hoping it will be more fun than anything.
and I'm still trying to raise money for Kenya.
And it's f-ing cold and snowing again in Denver.
So as I remember that my feet are on the floor, and that this is the delightful terror that I know will push me closer to the Trinity, it's my hope that I don't get overwhelmed and not remember where I am going or how I got there.
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