Every Summer Has Its Own Story…

Every Summer Has Its Own Story...

It was a summer of adapting to what my life currently was while still reaching for all that it can be.
– Unknown


One Day

One Day

They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!
― C. JoyBell C.

Time For A Change.

So, for those of you who still manage to look into this blog every once in a while – I thank you. But I also appreciate you for not giving up on this blog, despite the fact that, in all honesty, it’s only mediocre at best. 

However, the blogosphere is a relatively new world for me still and I’ve been trying to find my feet. At first, I was set to write about my life, my thoughts and ruminations. But I soon discovered that a) my life is boring, and b) well…no a) pretty much covers it. Then I wanted to post inspiring quotes and pictures. And that worked for a while – but I still felt unsatisfied…like something is missing. 

And then it hit me…

Pause for a moment of melodrama.

Okay, you ready? Yes? Good.

Collages. I’m going to post collages. And to keep in theme with the blog name “A THOUSAND MOMENTS MORE”, the collages will be based of of significant life moments, some big and some small – but all relevant.

Who knows how long it will last but I felt it was time for a change, time to try something new…and, really, what have I got to lose?

Sometimes in life you just have to shrug your shoulder, take a deep breath and say “fuck it.”

I firmly believ…

I firmly believe in small gestures: pay for their coffee, hold the door for strangers, over tip, smile or try to be kind even when you don’t feel like it, pay compliments, chase the kid’s runaway ball down the sidewalk and throw it back to him, try to be larger than you are— particularly when it’s difficult. People do notice, people appreciate. I appreciate it when it’s done to (for) me. Small gestures can be an effort, or actually go against our grain (“I’m not a big one for paying compliments…”), but the irony is that almost every time you make them, you feel better about yourself. For a moment life suddenly feels lighter, a bit more Gene Kelly dancing in the rain.

Jonathan Carroll

The Trials And Tribulations Of Life.

I’ve been thinking…what do I want? But the truth is I don’t really know. I have lists…well, I make lists – whether I follow them or not is usually optional. I sometimes feel like I need things – in the moment. Even for the future moment. I need to find another job, I need to seriously think about what I’m going to do with my life, I need to get a life. 

And you want to know what the kicker is? As soon as I stop thinking about these things, stop obsessing and over thinking, I will get all of these things. I know this. But I’m a worrier – it’s what I do. I can’t help it. I worry, I stress, and what the hell for?

I can always find another job, my life will happen as it happens – I don’t need to plan every detail, and my social life (or lack thereof) will flourish as it wants. 

Let me explain a little here. My contract is about to finish and my manager isn’t planning on keeping me on anymore. I’m at a point in my life where my future feels imminent and fast approaching. And, it’s not a social life that I crave so much as history. I want someone to know what I’m thinking just by looking at me. I envy that type of friendship.