My blog is filled with little mentions of nothings. Sweet nothings. Not so sweet nothings. Nothing that somehow manages to capture everything. To paraphrase the Seinfeld people, it’s a blog about nothing. It’s the best though, don’t you think? Having a blog about nothing. There’s freedom in that. Freedom to talk to you like this, to say hi, how are you going folks! Freedom to blog about clothes then the next minute ask you to consider where you spend your money to make a more considered contribution. I get to beg you to be kind, then demand you be great in the same week.
I saw on of those internet style meme things tonight, to make a swift change of subject as I do, that said the true measure of the strength of a man is how gently he loves his wife. I saw that and I almost cried. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing? Maybe it seems that way because I am blessed enough to be fiercely, wonderfully, gently loved. Maybe it’s because it’s a little late and I’m feeling a little sappy. As you do. I couldn’t get it out of my head. I’m going to make a print for our bedroom with some corresponding wife quote. Something sappy that makes people want to vomit sounds perfect to me.
This week I updated our vision board. Do you have one of those? We do. For a while it was a we did thing as it sat lonely and neglected in the corner of our bedroom. There’s nothing more confronting as a daily reminder that you haven’t taken the time to dream in a while. So over the past week I started tearing out pictures from magazines and junk mail. I wrote letters to myself expressing the things I want for 2014. I let myself get lost in the idea of anything being possible… It was wonderful. I highly recommend it.
And that’s all I have to say about that.