Yikes it's been a while since I posted here! It's been a busy past week, folding into another busy two weeks ahead as I am now on call at work! Ugh. Too much.
This does not mean that I haven't been thinking of good things to post here. Oh no, I've accumulated several ideas, but these may end up slowly dribbling out over the next couple weeks as I find time. Recipes and wishful slacker thoughts will soon be back in gear.
With all this craziness, at least there's the Olympics! Haven't you all loved it? For me, it is so refreshing to go through a hectic work day and know that you have some terrific television to catch up on at night! I love it.
From the train, Jackson Michigan
I took a dreamy train ride home to Michigan this past weekend. As the trees whizzed by, my mind did an awful lot of blissful wandering. I got to thinking about the Olympic athletes who, over time, molded their identity around a particular skill and pursued their dream to make it to the Olympic games. Then I began thinking of the violinists and other musicians that we saw from the Chicago Symphony Orchestra a couple weekends ago. Their story is quite similar- what first started as a hobby then developed into a part of themselves. I think we always look as these individuals with awe, but forget that we too are filled with dreams and talents, people like you and me. We are not decorated athletes or musicians playing in a world-renowned orchestra, but rather ordinary folks going about their 9-5 jobs. Don't you think that everyone has Olympic-sized passions that shape and enrich the essence of their being? What activities and interests helped to create who you are today? Feel free to comment on what yours are at the end of this post, I think that'd be pretty cool! Cooking, scrapbooking, traveling, swimming, working, whatever! I'll post mine in the comments section too.
I'll leave you with my own Olympic moment. It was not on the world stage, but rather my grandmother's kitchen. The clip below is taken from a Peanuts cartoon that I just loved as a little girl. My grandma, who had a gift for whistling, used to stand in the doorway and whistle "O Mio Babbino Caro" while I "ice skated" on her linoleum flooring in my socks. It was not broadcast to millions over the television and didn't score full points with the judges, but in these little slices of time I felt on top of the world. Now all I have to say is thank goodness for YouTube for allowing me to watch it again! Watching Snoopy get all frustrated out on the ice with the broken tape really makes me laugh too :-)
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