Week #22: Mirror, mirror

“Don’t be afraid to see what you see.” – Ronald Reagan

I’ve never broken a bone in my life—at least not one that I think counts. An elbow during a high school basketball game did break my nose, but it doesn’t really count for me. #1, it didn’t bleed/bruise/hurt really badly & #2, the only way I discovered it was broken was that my mom knew it was. No, her ‘mom-sense’ wasn’t tingling, she just knew my face—or more specifically, my nose—looked different. I thought she was overreacting, but when she was vindicated by some X-rays, I had to admit she knew my face better than I did.

That kind of shocked me, because I’ve never been shy of a mirror & I thought I could apply that old ‘like the back of my hand’ axiom to the front of my face. All the time when I was growing up, I loved pulling faces at myself & enjoyed an Anne-like affinity for my reflection friend. By feeling what I was doing with my face, I could get a mental image of what it looked like. Let’s bypass vanity & call it self-awareness, less of  a kryptonite & more of a super power.

A super power, which I’m hoping will kick into high gear this week as I go the entire week without looking at my reflection in a mirror. Sure, it will be difficult since they’re everywhere (don’t worry, I’ll still use my driving mirrors), but I think this will be a fun challenge (& I’ll be able to find out who my friends are—if I have something in my teeth, tell me!). Tune in at the end of the week—to see my reflections & any new insight—yay, puns!

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Week #21: Moving forward

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, & doing new things, because we’re curious & curiosity keeps leading us down new paths.” – Walt Disney

Currently in my life I do a lot of sitting. I sit at work, when I drive around, when I wait for my friends to wake up on Saturday mornings & when I’m writing blog posts, of course. Due to that (& probably a few other subconsciously mysterious factors), I’ve gotten a misconception of myself that I’m not really achieving much with my life right now. This comes to the front especially when I’m thinking of AN52 things & posts.

Most of this week, my head’s been buzzing with What cool ‘thing’ can I come up with? which has changed to What can I honestly fit in?. Ideas popped up, then fizzled as I realized they weren’t really that well thought through. The crunch time of Saturday morning loomed & seemed only to remind me that I had no idea what to blog about yet. Then I had to go to my apartment to let the carpet cleaners in & it dawned on me. I’m living AN52 every moment of every day.

Not only have I never hired someone in to clean my carpets, but I’m doing that because I’m moving out of my own apartment into a house with friends (both of which I’ve never done). Also this week marked my first time celebrating Geek Pride Day (May 25–complete with towel, Gryffindor shirt & ThinkGeek pin) & attending my high school Alumni Banquet (as an alumna).

I’m right smack in the middle of a beautiful part of my life right now, where simply living through each day brings little wonders & curiosity fuels learning about myself & the environment I’ve got to experience. It’s an awesome blessing & it helps remind me that my heavenly Father has a beautiful plan for me that’s not waiting somewhere for me to stumble across. It’s under my feet right now & that’s a whole new realization.

Week #20: Color me crazy

“I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn’t say any other way – things I had no words for.” – Georgia O’Keeffe

A couple months ago a friend told me about a local race called “The Color Run” where at different points in the race, you get blasted with brightly colored powder. Now I’m against running like it’s a facehugger’s insides, but I’m for color like it’s all the things I love. Clothes, walls, refrigerators—bright & beautiful colors make ’em better & express how I love to see the world.

Ironically, I’ve never applied that love of color to my hair until today. This ‘thing’ is not exactly new because I had dyed it once before today (but with dark red highlights that no one really noticed). However, now blue & purple hues tip my tresses & reveal to the casual observer some of my inner crazy, exciting wack-a-doodle. Ditto!

Week #19: Out loud

“I was hugely relieved to discover there was a purpose for girls with loud voices.” – Betty Buckley

Have you ever cracked up right before the beep when you’re trying to leave a message on someone’s answering machine & so all they get is 45 seconds of you laughing? Have you ever done that to a total stranger? I have. Freshman year in college, I worked as a telecounselor calling prospective students. I was about to leave a message on the family’s machine, when I heard a co-worker say, “Wait, we have a major in FArt?” (Our system’s abbreviation for Fine Arts). Rolls of laughter burst out of me, but I kept trying to say my spiel. Finally, one of the girls convinced me I’d done enough damage and I need to hang up.

The subtle irony of the situation is that I was really giving that student a good view of what college was like—at least for me. The best of my school memories are of loud, crazy fun with good friends. & that’s not by accident. As far back as I can remember, I’ve been a rather boisterous person. I laugh frequently & talk like it’s my job. Luckily for me, it actually kind of was this week & that is my new thing.

One of my pastors at church asked me to do a voiceover for a video. I was a little hesitant because I think my voice sounds a trifle man-ish on recording. Overall, I’m glad I did it. I don’t think I’ll be adding “Professional Voiceover-er” to my resume, but it was a lot of fun & went really well 🙂

Week #18: Roots & petals

“Walk with faith, rejoicing in the beauties of nature, in the goodness of those you love, in the testimony which you carry in your heart concerning things divine.” – Gordon B. Hinckley

I’m usually pretty laid back, but even I go through the occasional funk. Like my brain is doing this to itself.  One of the things that can help snap me out of it is the beauty of God’s creation (if I remember enough to immerse myself in it).

Next time I’m feeling topsy turvy, I know where I’ll need to go—the Arboretum. I’d heard about this garden paradise many times before, but until this week I’d never been. A friend from high school was in town visiting & I was tasked with coming up with things to do. We’d already partied like it was 2004—pigging out on good food, falling asleep watching movies & swapping our best guy-related stories—when we decided to partake in another old pastime (walking around & enjoying nature).

We had a grand old time, taking pictures & reveling in the beautiful flowers, fish & mosquitoes (not so much). It was God’s grace shining through the sun & the smiles & the green & the warm & the shininess of it all. Now that’s a reason to be happy.

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