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Boycotting my to-do list

“Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.” — Sylvia Plath This time of year always sneaks up on me.  Although my family celebrates Christmas with gifts, I like to pretend that I maintain a bit of separation from some of the crazed consumerism that takes over around the holidays.  (I may also pretend it’s because I have lofty ideals about the real spirit of the holidays, but mostly I’d just rather be doing other things [like catching up on editing these photos from November] and I really don’t like to shop. 🙂 ) However, about three weeks before Christmas, something happens.  Whether it’s the holiday music playing when I write out our cards (I do send cards, at least), the festive commercials between segments of Love Actually (my favorite!), or even the glittering displays at Target (which I finally start to acknowledge after Thanksgiving), a mild panic starts creeping in. I realize that I can’t check out of Christmas altogether after all and that I do actually …

Celebrating imperfection

“Have no fear of perfection – you’ll never reach it.” – Salvador Dali I sometimes live in two worlds.  The real one and the one in which I’m Martha Stewart.  When living in the real world I do things like go to my in-laws for Thanksgiving (like this year, woo-hoo!).  When living in I-am-Martha-Stewart world, I do things like invite people over for a holiday dinner, spend weeks obsessing about how to pull off a perfect meal complete with themed cocktails (the pomegranate mimosas were delicious, actually) and turn into a not-so-nice crazed woman (my poor husband) the day of. I love to cook.  And I love sharing that love and good food with my family and friends.  It’s taken me a few years, but I’ve come to realize that I’m not Martha Stewart.  (Wait, what?)  In dream world, I could pull off a magazine-worthy spread.  But in real life, I’m actually not so great under pressure (even if it is self-induced). Thankfully, it didn’t take me too long to realize it’s much more enjoyable for me …

driftwood sculpture art

Life is too short not to stop the car

Dinosaur? Bird? Dinosaur bird?  My husband and I couldn’t decide.  I’ve been driving past this driftwood sculpture along the river for weeks, thinking what a nice photo op it would make.  Last week, we finally decided to stop the car and check it out. Earlier this week, I posted some thoughts about minimalism, busyness, and aligning priorities with values in my life.  It’s a continuing effort (and will remain one), but I had a nice chance to put my thoughts into action by deciding to stop the car for the dinosaur bird.  Even though on this particular day I would have rather continued on my way home, my husband and I took advantage of a little free time to go check it out. And I was glad we did.  It was a great photo op and the impromptu adventure brightened my mood and my day. This post was inspired by the “No Time to Waste” prompt this week.  I especially enjoyed these other takes on this prompt: a reminder that it’s okay to waste time too from LifeInFrame and a reminder to make time for …

childhood, father, son

Weekly Photo Challenge: Descent

“May you live every day of your life.” – Jonathan Swift I originally shared this image in a September post with several other shots from our local Jones Point Park, but I couldn’t resist sharing again for the “descent” photo challenge.  I can’t believe November is here.  After a chilly, cloudy weekend, I’m already missing these warm summer days. The Daily Post – Weekly Photo Challenge

Maryland Renaissance Festival – Huzzah!

“Life loves the liver of it.” – Maya Angelou I haven’t been brave enough to dress up yet, but I love seeing the creativity on display at the Maryland Renaissance Festival.  It’s a favorite fall tradition for my husband and me and this year we took our son for the first time.  He probably won’t remember it, but he had a great time watching all the people.  It was a fun day of turkey legs, Shakespeare, and fair maidens. And Celtic music, courtesy of Cu Dubh.  Complete with belly dancing. I loved watching the impromptu belly dancing lesson with this little girl.  She was so attentive and carefree. The Scottish-themed weekend was a nice touch, although I think the men in kilts are a common occurance any weekend. It seemed like a record-breaking crowd, even towards the end of the day. Fare thee well until next year, Renaissance Festival! If nothing else, maybe we’ll have our act together enough to dress our son up, since he’ll still be too little to protest. 🙂