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One Step Forward

Given my own two feet, I should choose where I go.
Given my own mind, I should choose to be happy.

Chilly weather, so tonight will be a kimchiguk night~ I dunno if I should share pictures because of a). how crappy my phone camera is and b). how cheesy it seems. As of late, however, I have been taking a lot of pictures (mostly food but also my work space, closet, room, Roomie, etc.) just to document everything. I love going through old photo albums and trying to remember the feel of my favorite sweater from ten years ago or how much I loved my Barbie Dream Cruise Boat before Teen Brother peed into it(as a child, or course. If he peed in that thing now, I would have to destroy him). I prefer seeing a series of photos together instead of seeing individual photos - too much scrutiny to one picture ruins the memory savoring. Perhaps I will throw together a collage at the end of the month for kicks and giggles (oh my, I hated hate that woman, but I use her catchphrases? Repulsed by myself).

Wanna know what my favorite thing is right now?

This talented baby. My gawd.

Also, Mr. Wild Card is proving himself to be a real... wild card recently. Not necessarily to others, but maybe because I'm just starting to scratch the surface? How to Incorrectly Judge a Book and Other Tall Tales, an unsuccessful self-help book that I must be working on. How else can I explain the social fumbles that I apparently float around in. 

BUT - I know that this is not how I really feel about all my clumsiness and mistakes. To me, life is a grand adventure that I enjoy passionately partaking in. Take chances! Make mistakes! Get messy! (Wow, I'm just now realizing the scope of Ms. Frizzle's wisdom.) I don't want to be afraid of marks on my record if those marks are memories that I chose to make. I'm not accomplishing tasks to get them out of the way, so that I can start living life. Accomplishing those tasks is living life. I love and hate easily, perhaps too easily (everyone seems to know that I enjoy operating in the extremes). But, I'm also learning to forgive more easily and letting things bounce off of me. Since the start of this year, my internal slogan has been Be someone who my 8 year old self would be proud of. The qualities that I had and wanted to possess in that time should be something that I think of. 

Can I be this person as I enter my next decade? Immature? Probably, but isn't that what happens when you live in the moment.


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