Random Thoughts of my Piddly Mind

Today marks precisely FOUR months until Caleb and I become Mr. and Mrs. Caleb Wilson!!!!! Today also marks my half birthday (which is of minor importance in comparison); in six months I shall be twenty. Happiness! But onto deeper matters.


I've been meaning to blog for quite some time now and have been bemoaning that fact for an even longer time. Not that I was waiting for this particular day in order to have something of some kind of value to write about (coming upon a nearer fencepost as time inches closer to our wedding, I mean,) but today seemed like it might be one I've been hoping for -- a pensive kind of day.


The morning was somewhat of a whirlwind for me, but that was, I admit, entirely my own doing, having continuously reset my alarm beginning at 7:30 until 10:11, forty-nine minutes before I need to be at work. So, once I saw 10:11 on the clock, I finally started the day and got ready quickly enough to get out the door by 10:45. It worked -- somewhat. I ended up abandoning most of my toasted bagel since I wasn't going to risk getting peanut butter all over my car by finishing it. For me, if I can get out the door within twenty-five minutes of waking up, looking decent, with some makeup, presentable hair, brushed teeth, the right work clothes, and some food in my stomach, the day is going to be just fine. Today was certainly one of those just plain good days.


Work was great. It was long enough that I got what hours I needed, and it was short enough that I passed the time well, with the help of Harry Potter Book 7, expertly stowed away in a drawer. I've made the habit of bringing a book to work for a while now. Whenever people are not coming in the door and there are waiters and waitresses who don't need helping and there isn't much to be done, it serves as a most conventient time-passer.


I do enjoy a good read. But I think I need to organize a book list or two -- the first would be a list of books that I would like to read, the second would be a list of books I need to finish. I believe I am currently reading somewhere around seven books. That looks insane now that I've seen it written out in type, but really, when you put yourself in someone's shoes (such as mine) who not only starts things well, but likes to have a variety, this is undeniably what you get! A reader who starts multiple books and takes forever (IF they outlive the unfinished books) to finish reading them. But I think I should just start being a more conscious reader and decide to finish a book or two at a time before I begin any others. That's really what I should do.


Just a note : This is going to be one random blog post.


I was thinking some more about living in the moment today. As much as I've tried and sometimes acheived this state of mind, I don't think it's been a recent accomplishment of mine. I find myself either thinking of times past or dreaming of the future (understandably too though, I'm getting married people)! Then I thought, ok, I'm going to make a list of the things I'm grateful for and by that, try to think more "presently." So, I have yet to write such a list, but I do believe it will help me become more content. I know BER can relate... :)


I have finally learned that I am far too complicated of a being. My mind thinks in curly-cues and pretzels rather than straight or even oblique lines. I could easily make the excuse that because I am female, I am more complicated (which I do believe is true to an extent), but in all honestly, I like to complicate things, and I think the root of that tendency is because I have a soft spot for details. I tend to miss the big picture when I'm concerned with details though, hence the beauty of the complentary simpler mind, which my wonderful significant other provides.


So those are some thoughts (however scattered they are) that I've had.


Cheers! and may your lives be far less complicated than mine. (That's actually a quote by the mother in the Parent Trap, the remake.)