Happy Wednesday!

Watching "Julie and Julia" and drinking coffee. I have a love-hate relationship with this movie, mostly because I don't like the way Julie treats her husband, however, I absolutely adore the rest of it! The cooking, the romance, the writing. It makes me want to be a better person. It almost makes me wonder if June Cleaver is truly the proper model of homemaking. Of course the answer is yes, because she is all the good things Julia Child is, only better - because she has the advantage of being fictional.

Truth be told, I don't much feel like going to work today. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I don't enjoy my job. I suppose it's just spring fever, or summer fever as it were. I'll be taking the summer semester off from school and, completely contrary to my typical scholastically ambitious character, I am thrilled! So I guess my psyche is just preparing for the thrills of freedom prematurely. All I want to do is drink coffee, and read, and cook, and bake, and write. But hey, the time is coming. And of to work I go. In honor of Julia, I shall wear pearls.

I realize when I refer to you readers as if there are more then 3 of you, it possibly sounds silly, but:

I hope you all have wonderful Wednesdays!

A Writer Writes

Happy January 3rd! The new year is starting to feel just a little less unique even though the faint smell of explosives is still hanging in the air. Due to time off from work, my husband and I have been absolutely gorging ourselves on rest. It's been a wonderful lapse from reality. So, today I spent all morning and 4 cups of coffee (which is less common than most people that know me may think) poring over a delightful married life blog I just accidentally happened upon. It was refreshing, honest, informative, and above all fun. It astounded me how kindred I felt to the blogger as I giggled and winced over so many situations I felt myself personally relating to, all the while thinking to myself, "I could have written this!" Bringing up the now painfully obvious question - "why don't you, ya dingbat!"

It's shocking how much of my life has been filled with me, whining in the shadows of other blogs, columns, and books that I planned on writing, want to write, but just....don't. Now, I'm sure there is some overwhelming psychology that keeps me in this catatonic writer's block. My Dad's solution was attempting to break down the walls by repeating, practically constantly, that "a writer writes." Don't get me wrong Daddy, I'm grateful. It's just weird seeing yourself as such a hypocrite. Of course, this is one hypocrisy that would be easily solved if I was just a little less lazy, and a little less concerned about perfection. My goodness, ego is a powerful force!

Now while I remain intensely cynical of New Year's resolutions in many respects, I do intend on making a comeback in 2010. Here's to rising above hypocrisy and fear, and actually getting something done. What about you? What great fear are you rising above this year?