simply timeless

One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other. ~ Jane Austen And thus the journey has begun.  For at least a year I had a random advertisement for GE behind my alarm clock. It was a small print, overview calendar  showing  the year to come. And on top was a picture of a group of people in a canoe somewhere in the world, on a missions trip. I'm not quite sure why I put it there. I suppose it was a quick reference to what the date was for the day. But then I just sort of left it there for quite some time after. Every night before I went to bed I set my alarm and I would always look at that picture.  The remarkable thing, is that amongst all of those faces I was looking at the face of my soon to be roommate, upon my arrive to the HA. She has become one of my dearest friends. I had picked up a post card from GE (while on campus) that I really found to be beautiful. W hen I got home I put it in the same spot, behind my alarm clock . It was a pi...

A while back I had to pick my brother up at work and take him to our place to pick up his car. Or something like that. I can't quite remember the specifics. But what I do remember is when he got in my car he said something along the lines of 'Your car smells like a girl, or smells nice...' Me being the sharp and quick one that I am replied with 'Really?" I definitely wasn't on my game at that moment. However it got my mind thinking. I get in and out of my car often, usually multiple times a day. But I don't smell what my brother had smelled in my car that day, anymore. My dad got me an car-air-freshener for Christmas in my stocking last year. When I put it in for the first while it was all I could smell. It was a nice smell, mind you, but slightly overpowering and obvious. Now, I don't notice it at all. Yet since that day with my brother so many people mention the smell of cherry in my car. Which is the scent of the air-freshener. But I however don'...

It's all about perspective; or so I have come to understand. Life always doesn't go according to plan, or to dreams, for that matter. There are many days I wake up thinking 'How can this possibly be my life' it looks nothing like the life I had once hoped for, and planned for. When I was 16 I had so much hope and ambition. I had a bit of fear of the unknown, but the sky was the limit and I was excited for what was to come. I had many areas of interest that I now have come to believe became my stumbling block. My inability to make a decision. Always worried about making the wrong choice. And in turn it has becoming the very thing that has paralysed me. Rather them making a choice, taking a risk, I sit on my hands in fear and let everything pass me by. Somehow I have come to believe it is the easier choice, the safer choice. But now, 1o years later, I feel like a prisoner to my fear, bound up standing on the dock watching the ship passing me by. Yet there are days I w...