On Thursday, I’ll be posting a mega FAQ about the Glass based on questions I’ve received since I bought it. If you have any questions, place them in the comments below!
I sleep in late but not too late, a late-for-me 9am, like I was twenty-five.
My husband and I have breakfast together. On the couch, a blanket pillow fortress, we watch cartoons in our pajamas, like we were twelve.
Then, in the halfway house of arms and legs, we make out like we were sixteen.
There’s creamy coffee in the kitchen that makes me think of my mother. Laden with half-and-half and vanilla sugar, a pale caramel color, a daydream of black if that. As if I made it in the South, like her, like I was thirty-five.
The rain is coming down, and I fall into it the way people let their bodies melt to music. I close my eyes, feel everything slacken, like I was fifty.
It’s the perfect Saturday, and there’s nowhere to be, no pressing matters, and I let myself go, like I am coming alive, being and breaking in the silent still morning.
Hi. How’s your Saturday going?
(Remember these?? Me too!)
Or, 5 Things I Learned from my First Interview.
From time to time, my memory drifts to when I was writing for my college’s student newspaper. These few years were my first in experiencing editing, finding stories, crafting reviews and seeing my name printed. My background was in English, not Journalism, and I got a lot of “firsts” from my work on the paper. First paid position. First late-nighters. First time working layouts.
And first interview.
The first person I ever interviewed was an Internet personality who had just brought out a book. Now you’re probably thinking, “Okay, so what? Anybody can be famous on the Internet.” But this person was famous for being a jerk. Not my words, here; it’s all over anything this person writes. Did I let this deter me? No. Do I wish I had gone about it a different way? At the point where this person scoffed at my questions and said, “You know, all of this is on my website,” yeah. I kind of wish I had this list.
Do your homework, folks. And you’ll find that these points don’t just apply to interviews, either.
1. If you’re going to write about someone – or talk to them – know everything that anyone could know about them. Read their site. Read their wiki. Watch other interviews.
2. Ask questions no one else has. Make it interesting.
3. Don’t waste your time (or theirs). Ask the questions, get to the point (note: have a point) and be done.
4. Always be polite. Smile through it.
5. Remain flexible at all times. Sometimes people will say things you weren’t expecting. Adapt and move on.
12 years, 12 things I am grateful for:
1. My husband. He is a necessary ingredient in the recipe that is my experiences. He adds flavor, spice, sweetness and a heat now and then. Without him, the dish of my life would be bland.
2. My family. I live in a time where it is easy to reach out to them. No matter where I am – time zone, country, road – they never feel far away.
3. My friends. They are as scattered as the stars, and I know that if I stop to look up, I’ll find them.
4. My home. It isn’t perfect, but it is mine, my space, my haven. I know it is always waiting for me to come back.
5. My mice. Small, furry joys. They make me smile every day whenever I walk near them.
6. My intelligence. I am comforted to know that I am brilliant, even if not humble.
7. Delicious food. Every day is a new time to taste and to experience the world in another recipe.
8. My creative soul. I am constantly in awe of the fact that I can bring something into existence that was not there before I dreamed it to be.
9. Two feet. Any day, any time, I can stand up, walk out of my house and go on an adventure.
10. My Renaissance spirit. It’s a constant joy and comfort that I have the ability – and openness – to change. I never feel trapped.
11. Good books. Comics, fiction, memoir, audio, short, long. There is always another world outside my own that I can curl into for a while.
12. Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow. Because there are many people who don’t have any of those things, and I am gifted with the opportunity to exist.
What are you grateful for?
Today was rough. I found myself curled up on the couch, freewriting in a notebook about how frustrated I was feeling — both mentally and physically. I had bought a bag of those Dove chocolates with the short, inspirational notes in them, and I opened one up in the hopes of a brief burst of sugary endorphins.
I found the message on it to be surprisingly exactly what I needed. It said, “Encourage your sense of daring.”
This one, short sentiment opened up so many doors in my head. How often do we feel like we’re being burdened by something that is challenging but refuse to see it (and approach it) as such?
I looked at my list of problems, and I reworded them in a way to strike at the problem with a more adventurous imperative.
I feel enclosed, like I need to get out of here. See more. Do more. I wrote, “Dare to step outside.”
I’m having a difficult time financially. I want to be able to splurge but also need to get out of debt. I wrote, “Dare to say, ‘I don’t need this right now.'”
Even now, I’m thinking of other things I want to dare myself to do. Dare to create more. Dare to try something new. Dare to move. Dare to dream bigger, harder and more passionately.
Give it a try. I dare you.
A new story is being added to the Works page. While I do that, you should click here to go read it!