the perfect companion

July 30, 2010

the paper pile growing higher on my desk
stress circling like a rubber band
the end slowly approaching

hours later:
keys in my hand
brake lights surrounding me
then, my sanctuary appears
a breath of relief

the jingle of my keys
the turning door handle
I can already sense the frenzy:

rattling picture frames
trembling walls
clattering footsteps on the newly polished floor

i barely set my briefcase down
before the avalanche appears

a flurry of fur in my face
affectionate barks of unrestrained glee
the friendly wet nose
a slobbering tongue of delight

he greets me

my anger, worries, loneliness wash away
and leave me with his happy yelps and loyal kisses

my horrible day erased
replaced with his unconditional love

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The mania surrounding the unveiling of the new iPhone was short-lived this time around due to the numerous complaints that arose all too soon after its arrival.

Never being one to buy the first thing of anything, I found myself feeling grateful once again for another sidestep of a possibly unfortunate and annoying purchase–as if I had the ability to purchase a new iPhone anyways . . . but that’s beside the point.

I was listening to an NPR story the other day that discussed this happening. A man was chronicling the events and how Apple was responding. He then made an interesting comment: that most people don’t purchase the iPhone for its phone-calling-and-receiving capabilities.

No, I’m sure businesspeople are never conducting important business calls on their iPhones. And I’m sure that the everyday people who carry on important telephone conversations don’t mind at all when their calls are abruptly ended, and they lose reception.

It’s an incredible feat that technology has accomplished: enticing us to drool over the latest invention which does not even accomplish the task it is thought to have been created for.

Goal Keeper

July 23, 2010

I’m turning over a new leaf, so to speak.

I hesitate to use that phrase–it’s quite a bit overused. I tend to roll my eyes when I hear people say it, thinking, Yeah right. They won’t last a week.

But I have come to see that setting goals is a very common and beautiful human activity. I personally love to set goals. It keeps life interesting and exciting, inviting possibilities for change and discovery. We see areas of improvement in our lives or realize a desirable, new path and subsequently turn in that direction.

It’s slightly addictive. Scratch that, very addictive!

It’s obvious that others must feel this way too. (I’m disappointed to realize I’m not as different as I thought.)

Now, some of us admittedly don’t have the follow-through we would like. Maybe many of our goals remain hopes for the future: fitting into our pre-pregnancy jeans, smoking our last cigarette, talking to “that” guy or girl, cutting back on television-viewing time, keeping more regular correspondence with family, being a better spouse, eating healthier, listening more and talking less.

I have to actually hold myself back from setting too many goals. If I didn’t, I would be changing on a daily basis, with zero focus. I can’t help it—I love change!

I have too many activities that I have started and in effect, quickly ended due to my ADD re-focusing: knitting, piano, drums, various obscure job opportunities, Spanish, snowboarding, cooking, meeting new people, and an endless list of things I can only but dream of for the future.

However, writing, travel, health and the Bible are four things that remain. I think of them as my figurative anchors for stability of mind.

I can’t ignore their draw and staying power in my life.

And still, there’s need for improvement here.

Specifically with my writing.

I’ve never been one for bosses. I don’t need prodding to do my work. I always hated going to public school. I was the one child in school who begged my parents daily to let me home school. My cries fell on deaf ears. They thought it would be “good for my development.” And it probably was, but darn it, I didn’t care then!

So, priding myself on being a self-starter, I never thought I would reach a point where I would need to set strict rules on myself and then, share these with others in order to motivate myself. But, stop everything, it has happened.

It’s true, I love my blog. I love having an outlet to write untamed and to grow the fledgling amount of creativity in my brain.

Yet, I find myself struggling to post on a consistent basis. As much as I love to write, I’m not a pleasure writer. I don’t compose stories and poems endlessly in my journal without a purpose. I don’t create narratives in my head. No, if I write, I need a reason to write. I need to have an assignment—many times with a deadline looming. I need to know that people will read my musings, whether they enjoy them is not the question per say. I just need something.

This is the conflict that kept me from blogging consistently up till about a year ago. And even now, I would argue (as would others, ahem, Andrew!) that I’m hardly regular in my posts. But I aim to change that NOW! And I am telling my readers so that when I am tempted to forego my writing until tomorrow, my readers’ imaginative protests will ring in my ear and thus serve as my incentive.

So here is my promise: to post a blog every Monday and Thursday. I can’t commit to a specific time, but it will be freshly pressed by Tuesday and Friday mornings, guaranteed. So please, check regularly to make sure I’m keeping my promise, ok?!

What’s the point of a goal if we don’t meet it?