I am reading a few different books at once right now. Do you ever do that? I find it helps keep me entertained and engaged to have multiple different genres.
The Dip by Seth Godin
This book is all about how to quit and quit well. Are you in a dip or a dead end? How do you use your resources well and not exert energy on things that won’t pay off in the end? Easy to read and highly insightful.
The Animators by Kayla Rae Whitaker
Best friends since college, two young women work as animators in the male dominated field. They live a rough and tumble life style, and try to make it big without ruining their friendship or the relationships around them in the process.
The One and Only by Emily Giffin
This book hits close to home. It is about a woman who is obsessed with football in her small Texas college town (ahem, Baylor is that you??). She starts dating a football star but when a scandal breaks out, she starts to realized that her comfortable life may not be everything she thought…
I need recommendations for my upcoming travels. Give me all the tips!
P.s. photo by Thought Catalog
Good riddance, January! I’m sorry, but January is just the worst. The holidays are over, it’s cold, I already failed at most of my resolutions. I am so glad to usher in February. Granted, February is not my favorite month either. But at least it’s not January. Plus, there are only 28 days in February. And after February, Germany starts to thaw and signs of Spring begin to slowly appear. I’ve decided to make a February resolution: write something every day. A blog post, a paragraph of a story, a letter. It doesn’t matter, I just want to try to do something creative consistently for 28 days. I may fail, but it’s worth a shot.
Do you have a February resolution?
Winter is hard for me. It always has been. I think I need to live in Hawaii ;p
I’ve been trying to enjoy the few sunny days by biking around the lake, taking long walks through the neighborhood, and photographing my favorite houses. I also took up needlepoint to help pass the long, dark days. I am making a bike right now, very appropriate seeing as I ride my bike everywhere.
How have you been? What’s new? I’d love to hear in the comments below.
Sundays too my father got up early
and put his clothes on in the blueblack cold,
then with cracked hands that ached
from labor in the weekday weather made
banked fires blaze. No one ever thanked him.
I’d wake and hear the cold splintering, breaking.
When the rooms were warm, he’d call,
and slowly I would rise and dress,
fearing the chronic angers of that house,
Speaking indifferently to him,
who had driven out the cold
and polished my good shoes as well.
What did I know, what did I know
of love’s austere and lonely offices?
This is one of my favorite poems. Yesterday was a chilly, melancholy winter Sunday. Today is better. What do you make of this poem?