A girl can dream, can't she? Well today I took that to a whole new level. On an excursion to Dillards with Kate, I came across some fabulous bedding and bath decor. All of the sudden, my mind started decorating my future house (I'm a closet design nut). The exact phrase that came out of my mouth was "Kate, that bedding set is going in my future beach house. I WILL have a house in the Carolinas or Destin." Then I continued the dream with the husband in Polo, Sperry's, and above the knee chinos...sailing around on our boat sipping mojitos and soaking up the sun off the coast from our beach home. Who knows if that will actually happen, but I'm keeping the dream alive.
Let me get my design fix for a moment and describe this dream. The designer of the inspirational bedding was Ralph Lauren (anyone that knows me could see that coming). The colors were vibrant reds and blues, with varied patterns from seersucker to floral. I dig classic and conservative with a touch of nautical, so that bedding set had my name written all over it. Echo was another designer that caught my eye, having a very simple, vibrant, paisley set that would look very nice in a spare bedroom in the beach house.
This may all seem far-fetched, but what fun is life without a little creativity and wishful thinking? Finding the beauty in everyday objects is what makes life wonderful, even if it's a simple bedding set.
Decorate your dream house in your mind. Plan your dream wedding. Figure out your dream job. Dream about what you would do with a day off. But most importantly, just dream.
Tonight, over a romantic dinner with Kate at Ruby Tuesday (holy tasty salad bar) I realized something that I've been missing since graduation. What is it, you ask? No, it's not homework. Or long hours in the library or coffee house. Or attending 8 am class. Or those awkward moments in class when you can't make eye contact with a certain someone after a botched date. Simply put: it's volleyball. I've been playing, coaching, or working for a volleyball team almost every day since 4th grade. Since graduation in December, all of that has changed. I no longer work for Nebraska Volleyball, play pick up/club volleyball, or coach volleyball.
Brittani called me yesterday and asked if I wanted to scrimmage her friend's club team. I jumped at the opportunity, dusted the cobwebs off my right shoulder, and hit the court. Man, it felt good! I'm a little older, a little slower, and a little less competitive than my playing days, but nothing feels better than getting an ace off of a float serve or getting an amazing dig while diving from middle back. I've always been competitive (maybe excessive at points) so it was good to feel that edge again, even if it was against a 15's club team. Yes, they were 15. But yes, 5 washed up old volleyball has-beens beat them. Sweet victory. Suckaaaaaaas!
Even if volleyball isn't your passion from the past, I'm sure you can come up with one. It may be playing an instrument, singing, painting, scrapbooking, dancing, etc. Whatever it may be, take time every once in awhile to rekindle the passion of that old pastime. It will bring a smile to your face, even if you are too sore to move the next day.
P.S. Please post comments and tell what past passion you plan to pursue!
We grow up too fast. We spend our whole lives thinking about tomorrow and the day after that and the day after that. Suddenly, we're older and (hopefully) wiser but don't know what to do with this newfound "responsibility". Despite being 23, I feel like a kid at heart. I still giggle at inappropriate jokes, enjoy a good "Saved by the Bell" or "Boy Meets World" rerun, and am not above eating a Lunchable as a meal.
Over Christmas, Erin and I built a snowfort and it was EPIC. We threw on our childhood snow boots, grabbed some shovels, and made an incredible igloo in my front yard (big enough to fit 2-3 people). I had to chuckle during the building process and said to her "Heals, we are 22-23 years old, currently unemployed, and building a snowfort...and ya know what? I see nothing wrong with this." Ya know what? I was right. It felt good to get out in that cold, wet snow and build the creation that made all the little neighbor kids jealous. Thank you, college degree!
Post snowfort, I've decided to keep embracing the inner child. My (and Kate's) current endeavor is notewriting. Nothing says throwback like a good handwritten note to a boy. So, we thought who better to write a note to than to our neighbor boys, the ones who we pay to use their internet. Friday night, I grabbed a bright orange piece of paper, black sharpie, and handed Kate the supplies to write a cute little note inviting them over to socialize sometime. Kate made me deliver the note, which was pseudo nervewracking. I tiptoed down the hall, shoved the note under the door (which took some coaxing), then sprinted back to our apartment. Phew! I wasn't spotted. To our amusement, we received a note back the next morning saying "LET'S DO IT..." So, it's on. The notewriting exchange has officially begun. I'll keep you posted on any events that follow. I'm sure you'll be waiting at the edge of your seat.
So go ahead...build a fort in your living room, drink a juice box, and read a childhood book (personal favorite: Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day). I won't judge you. Heck, I'll probably join in the fun.
Sometimes, a little perspective is all you need. In my time post-graduation and pre-Alabama, I've done a lot of thumb twiddling, reflecting, and relishing. Kate, my roommate, and I have a lot of time on our hands...more than we can fill. After a little frustration from boredom, I gained a little perspective. I've decided to embrace this time off and do things I normally wouldn't have time for. Thus, this blog was created to share random thoughts, divulge funny stories, and post pictures of hilarious moments/objects seen along the way.
The past few years have been filled with quality time with the "She Wolf pack." They're my best friends and the ones that have been on this crazy college adventure with me. I decided since we'll all be moving to different locations soon, our final adventures need to be documented. The running joke is that "our lives are sitcoms"...constantly dotted with hilarious and awkward moments (generally directly correlated). These moments, among other hilarity and thoughts to ponder, will be posted on the blog for everyone's reading pleasure. Holla!
Sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.
