I admire the kind of people who can say to themselves that they’re just not going to worry or think about a particular something at any given point. I, however, am my mother’s child and was not gifted that ability.
I feel like the more I age, the more likely I am to fret over things both big and small. It’s not an outward ordeal or something that prevents me from living my life but more of an internal static that I can’t quite turn off. If there is a particular something weighing heavy on my mind, I will often lay in bed at night running back scenarios or replaying conversations until I fall asleep.
I suppose part of this is very classically the O in OCD and it’s definitely something I try to actively work on. When I see myself hyper-focusing, I try to push whatever it is out of my mind by redirecting my brain onto something else. This is usually moderately effective. Or a failure :)
I say all of this to say I want to be the kind of person who just lets go. Who just says to themselves – it’s over, let it go and then actually does that. I’m not sure how I’m going to reinforce this but I guess acknowledging it is a start?
I hate when people write and apologize for being gone long stretches of time so I’m not going to do that here. I’ve opened up this window and even started a few drafts and then just as quickly abandoned them because I want to write but the words weren’t coming. I’d start to type and then get distracted by pretty much anything and that was that.
I can’t believe we’ve been back from Ethiopia for almost a month. I swear to you that it feels like yesterday. I’ve been working a lot. A LOT. Which is good for my bank account but leaves me with very little will to do anything else. I did take the day off last Saturday to celebrate my Julio’s birthday and I’ve been trying to squeeze in a little of this and a little of that when time allows for it.
I’ve also slowly started trying to make my living space appear as if two adults live in it and not two teenage frat boys. This is a work in progress. We definitely have a lot of “stuff” but we’ve been pretty terrible about making sure all of a said stuff has a home to live in. Pray for my sanity and The Ethiopian’s wallet.
As summer comes to an end and the weather becomes slightly less oppressive, I’m realizing how much things around me are changing. There are babies, marriages, moves – I suppose all of the life changes one would expect around them at this age but it feels a bit different though I can’t pinpoint the why. All the same, I’m excited for my friends and loved ones who those changes are happening to. Life, it never stands still.
Some photos from life the last couple of weeks:
Eating – mozzarella sticks & a salad. The salad is mostly b/c I felt bad for just ordering mozzarella sticks.
Wearing – a ridiculous amount of both mascara and lip gloss; I am who I am
Reading – The last complete book in the Game of Thrones series. I read a lot in Ethiopia & I’d like to keep the momentum going
Loving – the smart folks I follow on twitter who inspire me daily.
Feeling – sad that I’m driving my niece to college today and leaving her there. TEARS.
Wanting – to be on vacation again
Last week, Kim Kardashian revealed that she was going to release a huge book of selfies called Selfish. I know she’s divisive and I don’t care that most people don’t like her, when part of your business is about your looks, I can’t find fault in doing it. Plus, selfies are not the Antichrist. It’s okay to like taking photos of yourself as long as doing so doesn’t prevent you from being a decent human being. I LOVE SELFIES – there, I said it.
And so, in the spirit of Kim K, patron saint of selfies, I ordered a mini photobook of my own from Artifact Uprising & because I am of the people I wanted to write a quick little review in case it was something you might consider (selfies or otherwise).
– It was stupid easy to create. I downloaded an app to my iphone, gave access to instagram & then picked the 40 photos I wanted to include in my book.
– Size. The size is 5.5×5.5 and it’s kind of perfect for maintaining the quality of your instagram photos but actually being able to see them.
– Quality. I chose a softcover book and the quality really is very lovely. It was also packaged quite well & came to me perfectly.
– Cost. I know that printing is expensive & I didn’t really balk at the price when I ordered it, but in hindsight – $23.98 (base cost + shipping) seems like a bit much for what I ended up getting.
– Pages. While the quality of the paper really is lovely, I wish the photos inside had been printed on glossy paper. I don’t recall seeing this as an option, and if it is – my bad. Part of me feels like if they were just going to print them on the paper I’d rather have a standard sized book with 4 images per page. Your mileage may vary.
I’m not listing this as a con but just a note – if your instagram photos have borders that are not strictly white, those will print. It’s really neither here nor there for me, because this was just a silly little vanity project, but just a note.
Overall, I like it but I can’t see an occasion in which I’d purchase another one. I’ve been told that Mosaic photobooks are pretty great & I may try one of those because I really do like the idea of having printed photos to look at – selfies and otherwise. If you know of any other photobook printers (particularly for instagram/iphones) that you recommend – please feel free to share them in the comments or with me on twitter (@alovedlife).
+ Honey Nut Cheerios
+ Mr. Clean Liquid Muscle – this stuff is AMAZING!
+ Lavazza Premium House Blend Coffee
+ All things HGtv
+ 35mm film