And I know, that I am The Luckiest

title from this song

Sometimes I feel like my "private" personality has been a disservice to Jordan. We aren't very affectionate publicly, we often are mistaken for just friends, and sometimes, often times, I let an opportunity pass that I should have screamed from the rooftops how lucky and honored I am that Jordan chose me to be his wife.

seriously, how sweet can he be?

I just wanted to say, if only because he deserves everyone to know, his love has been the most healing remedy to any worries, doubts, insecurities, and sadness I've felt burdened with.

 

He is dreamy, and he is mine.

ready, setsy, visit my etsy

It's taken me way too long to finally get it going, but the always aplomb Etsy shop is up and running. It's still a work in progress, but items are up and ready to sell! Right now, I'm selling vintage ties. So, come one, come all-- Valentines day is rapidly approaching! ;)


Get your shop on at: http://www.etsy.com/shop/alwaysaplomb

Tiny Beautiful Things

I stumbled upon some advice today. It's magic, people.

{here are the highlights, as I see them. . .}

Dear Sugar,

I read your column religiously. I'm 22. From what I can tell by your writing, you're in your early 40s. My questions is short and sweet: what would you tell your 20-something self if you could talk to her now?

Love,
Seeking Wisdom


Dear Seeking Wisdom,

Stop worrying about whether you’re fat. You’re not fat. Or rather, you’re sometimes a little bit fat, but who gives a shit? There is nothing more boring and fruitless than a woman lamenting the fact that her stomach is round. Feed yourself. Literally. The sort of people worthy of your love will love you more for this, sweet pea.

Be brave enough to break your own heart.

There are some things you can’t understand yet. Your life will be a great and continuous unfolding. It’s good you’ve worked hard to resolve childhood issues while in your twenties, but understand that what you resolve will need to be resolved again. And again. You will come to know things that can only be known with the wisdom of age and the grace of years. Most of those things will have to do with forgiveness.

Don’t lament so much about how your career is going to turn out. You don’t have a career. You have a life. Do the work. Keep the faith.

You cannot convince people to love you. This is an absolute rule. No one will ever give you love because you want him or her to give it. Real love moves freely in both directions. Don’t waste your time on anything else.

Most things will be okay eventually, but not everything will be. Sometimes you’ll put up a good fight and lose. Sometimes you’ll hold on really hard and realize there is no choice but to let go. Acceptance is a small, quiet room.

One hot afternoon during the era in which you’ve gotten yourself ridiculously tangled up with heroin you will be riding the bus and thinking what a worthless piece of crap you are when a little girl will get on the bus holding the strings of two purple balloons. She’ll offer you one of the balloons, but you won’t take it because you believe you no longer have a right to such tiny beautiful things. You’re wrong. You do.

Your assumptions about the lives of others are in direct relation to your naïve pomposity. Many people you believe to be rich are not rich. Many people you think have it easy worked hard for what they got. Many people who seem to be gliding right along have suffered and are suffering. Many people who appear to you to be old and stupidly saddled down with kids and cars and houses were once every bit as hip and pompous as you.

When you meet a man in the doorway of a Mexican restaurant who later kisses you while explaining that this kiss doesn’t “mean anything” because, much as he likes you, he is not interested in having a relationship with you or anyone right now, just laugh and kiss him back. Your daughter will have his sense of humor. Your son will have his eyes.

The useless days will add up to something. The shitty waitressing jobs. The hours writing in your journal. The long meandering walks. The hours reading poetry and story collections and novels and dead people’s diaries and wondering about sex and God and whether you should shave under your arms or not. These things are your becoming.

One Christmas at the very beginning of your twenties when your mother gives you a warm coat that she saved for months to buy, don’t look at her skeptically after she tells you she thought the coat was perfect for you. Don’t hold it up and say it’s longer than you like your coats to be and too puffy and possibly even too warm. Your mother will be dead by spring. That coat will be the last gift she gave you. You will regret the small thing you didn’t say for the rest of your life.

Say thank you.

Yours,
Sugar

***Full article here

I resolve . . .

. . . to be a better blogger this year. Seriously. I do. That's why I'll be changing things up a bit around here.


In other news, what's the fun in ringing in the new year without a few resolutions? Here's what I'm hoping to accomplish in 2012:


- graduate with my BS in social work-- 4 1/2 more months, baby!
- get a "big girl" job
- move out of Logan-- this place has been mighty good to us, but it's time for a change.
- save money-- I don't expect to have enough money to do or buy anything of worth, but I am excited to not put every penny earned towards a degree.
- travel-- I don't discriminate as to where that is. I have VERY low expectations. I will even accept Idaho.
- read-- textbooks do not count.
- get to know family members better (on both sides)-- the older I get, the more I realize just how precious family is.
- be a better friend-- I must say, I have always taken my role of "friend" very seriously, but who couldn't use an even awesome-r friend?
-find more inner-peace-- sounds all new-age and weird, I know. But while this blog may need a new direction, I never want to stop working on discovering what makes me fab-u-lous.
- say "I Love You" more


There are plenty more goals I have resolved to tackle, but they shall not be named on the internet at this time.


2012, I am SO looking forward to you; I have a feeling you will bring many surprises, lots of learning, and tons of fun. Eeeek! I'm so excited!