First of all, I would like to point out that the writer of this list ended that sentence in a preposition, which is a huge grammar no-no that I have recently discovered. The correct phrasing would be, "List ten things for which you would hope to be remembered."
I've been delaying this blog, only because I'm not really sure what ten things I would choose. I'm not sure of many, honestly. I'm not ambitious. I don't want to be famous. I have no desire to win awards or make a name for myself or even really change the world. I mean, I hope I do good to the world, but I have no desire to go fighting for some sort of massive change in the system. I am not that strong, charismatic, or brave. I've often thought that I could never be a hero in a novel. While I would often like to dream that I could be like some of my favorite book characters--ready to save the day, not afraid to stand up for good, etc.--I know that, despite my good intentions, I'm just far more average than they are. I wasn't born with that strange quality of uniqueness that is necessary to be great. Or I just don't want it enough-- I don't really know.
I've only ever wanted a loving husband, children, a happy home, and good times with friends and family. Given that, while trying to think of ten things for which to be remembered, I could only think of one.
I want to be remembered as a kind, loving person.
I don't want to be great. I don't want to change the world. But, of the people I do touch, I hope that I can be remembered as kind.
Saturday, May 12, 2012
Thursday, May 3, 2012
What do you think people misundertand most about you?
Ha. What don't people misunderstand about me?
With my close friends, I think they get me fairly well. For people like coworkers: I think I often come across as cold, disinterested, and completely engrossed in work. This is because I am shy, afraid of looking awkward or needy, and I like hard work. Even in every day life with friends, now that I think about it, I'm silent alot when I should say something or be comforting, but it's just because I don't know what to say and I feel uncomfortable. I come across as unfeeling by my silence, but really I just am not as expressive as I wish I could be.
One reason I've stopped blogging is because I don't want to talk about work. I mean, I really want to talk about work because it's what I do 9 hours a day, but talking about work on a public blog is a big no in my book, so I'm left with not much of an idea of what to say. Work has been busier, since it's a busy time of year for us, but I'm enjoying it.
Running, which used to be a dreaded activity, has become one of my favorite parts of the day. I look forward to getting home from work and spending a half hour listening to music, letting my mind wander away from the troubles and concerns of the apartment, of work, of life, and just feeling my heart beat faster as I just run my anxiety away. This week has been rough: after completely rocking week 6, I assumed I'd be great at week 7. Wrong. Day 1 was terrible since Mike and I had gone hiking for a few days before (is my excuse) and day 2 was terrible because I had eaten too soon before (I'm not lazy, I have a legitimate reason!) Either way, I think I'm repeating week 6 starting Friday before moving on to week 7 again. Oh, and my diet is all gone bad, so I have to remotivate myself to watch calories again.
On a related note, I made sugar cookies today. Baking has always been so soothing, and since I didn't get my workout in by running, I made sugar cookies. They're one of the few cookie recipes that I have all the ingredients already. They look beautiful and taste a little strange; I think something's gone wrong with the sugar. But Mike is enjoying them nonetheless.
Tomorrow is the end of my list, and thus the end of reasons for me to write blogs. I'll have to remember to motivate myself just for the sake of writing.
Oh, I took a personality test:
http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=PHVmEPOVOeyHDQW-AN-AACAA-c2ce&u=4d17b6f411db
Just scroll to the part with the little bars talking about my personality traits.
With my close friends, I think they get me fairly well. For people like coworkers: I think I often come across as cold, disinterested, and completely engrossed in work. This is because I am shy, afraid of looking awkward or needy, and I like hard work. Even in every day life with friends, now that I think about it, I'm silent alot when I should say something or be comforting, but it's just because I don't know what to say and I feel uncomfortable. I come across as unfeeling by my silence, but really I just am not as expressive as I wish I could be.
One reason I've stopped blogging is because I don't want to talk about work. I mean, I really want to talk about work because it's what I do 9 hours a day, but talking about work on a public blog is a big no in my book, so I'm left with not much of an idea of what to say. Work has been busier, since it's a busy time of year for us, but I'm enjoying it.
Running, which used to be a dreaded activity, has become one of my favorite parts of the day. I look forward to getting home from work and spending a half hour listening to music, letting my mind wander away from the troubles and concerns of the apartment, of work, of life, and just feeling my heart beat faster as I just run my anxiety away. This week has been rough: after completely rocking week 6, I assumed I'd be great at week 7. Wrong. Day 1 was terrible since Mike and I had gone hiking for a few days before (is my excuse) and day 2 was terrible because I had eaten too soon before (I'm not lazy, I have a legitimate reason!) Either way, I think I'm repeating week 6 starting Friday before moving on to week 7 again. Oh, and my diet is all gone bad, so I have to remotivate myself to watch calories again.
On a related note, I made sugar cookies today. Baking has always been so soothing, and since I didn't get my workout in by running, I made sugar cookies. They're one of the few cookie recipes that I have all the ingredients already. They look beautiful and taste a little strange; I think something's gone wrong with the sugar. But Mike is enjoying them nonetheless.
Tomorrow is the end of my list, and thus the end of reasons for me to write blogs. I'll have to remember to motivate myself just for the sake of writing.
Oh, I took a personality test:
http://www.personaldna.com/report.php?k=PHVmEPOVOeyHDQW-AN-AACAA-c2ce&u=4d17b6f411db
Just scroll to the part with the little bars talking about my personality traits.
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