It’s a new day, it’s a new dawn…it’s 2010!

In the past, the prospect of a new year has brought hope, goals, resolutions, and clean slates. The beginning of this decade was inauspicious at best as I was laid up with a nasty case of strep throat. In fact, I was so under the weather that I actually forgot to bask in the novelty and freshness of not only a new year, but a new and promising decade. In order to regain that feeling, I’ve started a new project. I’m going to document what will surely prove to be a magical and glorious year by keeping a photo journal. Last year was full of changes, blessings, transitions, and missteps; however many of the details are muddy or forgotten. This year I will take a photograph every day and post it here with a brief description. Sometimes I feel like my life is a monotonous string of mornings and midnights, the hours in between being largely mundane and fleeting. But I know this isn’t true! I will seek out the blessings, the lessons, and the epiphanies and I will be grateful for them all. I once read that how you spend your time is how you spend your life. I want to make sure that I’m spending wisely and I want to remember, if not each and every moment, at least the notable ones. Dear friends, I invite you in for a peak into my world. It may not always be pretty or universally significant, but it’s mine…and that makes it worthwhile.

Happy New Year all!

*Note – I am not a photographer or the owner of a high-end camera.
The photo quality may be inferior, but the days these pictures represent are most certainly not.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

March 17th, 2010 - Clash of the Titans (old skool version)

In true St. Paddy's day fashion, Todd and I celebrated by watching the original Clash of the Titans! I know, I know, it's not very Irish of me. But hey, it's Wednesday and I'm kind of lame that way. I did wear green to work today. That's something. It was a very warm day so we decided to have the first barbecue of the year. Sadly a lack of propane thwarted our efforts. Thank goodness for George Foreman.

Also, the dogs decided they preferred the comforts of Todd's lap over mine—dirty, rotten traitors.



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