I have a feeling that Sylvia Plath and I could have been friends...

If either of us had ever gotten over our introverted-ness and chatted.:) We clearly have similar levels of cynicism. I've started reading the journals of Sylvia Plath on my lunchbreak at work and I find myself nodding in agreement with her assessments of college, the world and the people in it. Sometimes she says something I thought I was alone in thinking and states it so perfectly. I understand her insecurity and her inner battle to understand and appreciate herself as a writer (something I can identify with as an artist). I know her life ultimately ended in a very depressing way (I'm grateful for my faith, which gives me hope and optimism), but it's been so interesting to read something so personal and open that I can identify with. Her journals are incredibly honest and beautifully written. I still have quite a bit to read, but I'm definitely hooked.

"...Why am I obssessed with the idea I can justify myself by getting manuscripts published? Is it an escape-- an excuse for any social failure-- so I can say, "No, I don't go out for many extracurricular activities, but I spend a lot of time writing." Or is it an excuse for wanting to be alone and meditate alone, not having to brave a group of women? (Women in numbers have always disturbed me.) Do I like to write? Why? About what?..."
~Sylvia Plath

trying to stay strong.

I've tried not to focus on the fact that a year ago this week life as we knew it changed drastically, but after receiving frustrating news about Luke's potential holiday work schedule all I really feel like doing is crying. It's been a year of changing our lifestyle, of putting many of our dreams on hold, of trusting God and learning how to love and support each other no matter what. I know one day we'll get the good news we've been hoping for, but lately it just doesn't feel like it. I try not to question God too much-- I know His plan is far superior to mine. But today I just want to know why.

the commute

After receiving many frustrated phone calls from me about the irritating traffic patterns that cluttered my normal route home from work (it was taking me nearly an hr.), my very patient and loving husband has found me a new way to get to and from work. This wonderful new route is not only faster (35 min. or less there & about 40 min. back), but it also moves much better and I think it's less miles. Luke may or may not have suggested this route to me before and I may or may not have listened. Either way, I come home much happier than I used to.:)

you should probably attend the roller derby...

Saturday night marked the beginning of the new season for the Naptown Roller Derby. Luke and I have been eagerly anticipating this event and we were not disappointed.:) The bouts are at Pepsi Coliseum this season, which seems like it will be a great venue. (instead of opting for the "comfortable" seats, however, we prefer to stick to the suicide seats by the track; it adds to the excitement:). I got a sweet t-shirt with a new design that I'm wearing as I type this.:) We were able to attend with several friends, a few of which had never been before. It was a double header, so we were treated to two great bouts in which our teams did a number on those opposing. Those of us who had attended before kind of missed Jane Ire (she was a pretty amazing jammer), but Blazin' Ace seems like she will continue to take care of business. We had a great time and are getting excited about the December bout!

I'll be honest...

when I'm off work or work later in the day, I watch the Ellen show from 11am-12pm and eat cereal. And I laugh.