Be still.

Sometimes I think I was born with a restless soul. I casually throw that line around, laugh, without thinking about what it actually means. Restless. Soul. It's not a positive thing. It actually is quite frightening to think a soul could never be at rest.

I admit. I am occasionally guilty of this. Never letting my soul relax, rest, and embrace what is.

This past Friday was no different then the previous four days of the week. I woke up, rushed to get to work, and was slowly but surely watching the day pass before me. I met a new friend for lunch, where she mentioned she had a friend who was doing this cool project, etc. where she was starting a non profit. When I got back to my cube, naturally I googled her blog. Her story was refreshing and so inspiring. Before I realized it, I had read her whole blog from front to back.

This young girl, who I've never met, has a story that somehow sparked something inside of me. For the first time the whole week, I felt like someone had turned on the switch of my soul. For the first time in months, it was like a cup of contentment was poured over me and I realized this....

God. did. not. create. his. children. to. be. R E S T L E S S.

There is no way he did. Although, nothing was different about Friday, I seriously felt a peace about where I am in life in that moment. I have no understanding of why- but I felt like God was telling me to just be still. In Amy's blog, she talks about this verse.... "Let us hold unswervingly to the HOPE we profess, for HE who PROMISED is FAITHFUL."{Hebrews 10:23} How awesome is it that God promises us he will be faithful? What a hopeful promise from our Creator.

Check it ---->

Clothed in Hope

Whirlwind

Today I realized that for the past few weeks that I have been spinning out of control within a whirlwind- aka my life. Does that ever happen to you? You never know you are in a whirlwind until you are out of it. That's kind of the cool part. My heart has become really heavy as I've slowly spun out of it this week, mainly because I was forced to.

I've been living in Atlanta for about six months now. Time has flown in general, but this past month has been the fastest. I see now how all of the sudden you wake up and realize that you've been working the same job for 5 or 10 years-whatever your case may be. Anyway, I've met a lot of different people since I've moved here. This has been one of my favorite parts about living in the big city. I treasure relationships with people I connect with. As much as an outgoing person I am sometimes, a lot of times I am totally the opposite. I refer to myself as a one on one person rather than a big group person. This is something I need to work on, but it's just so much easier and enjoyable connecting with another soul on a personal level.

I feel as if I have a totally different outlook on meeting people these days. First of all- the type of people I am around has changed drastically since college. As you can imagine, the small town college scene is not very similar to the big city working life scene. I love both of them- but meeting people now seems totally different. Maybe because we are all in this stage of figuring out life, I'm not sure. Regardless, people seem to be more deep, transparent, and knowledgeable. Funny how much you can learn about yourself from just one person? I've had a few relationships recently where I have felt like the person knows me better than I know myself. Talking about an eye opening moment..

Webster tells me that a whirlwind is this:

1

: a small rotating windstorm of limited extent

2

a : a confused rush : whirl whirlwind of meetings> b : a violent or destructive force or agency

Key words that stand out to me here are limited extent, confused rush, and then inevitably.....destructive force. I really would have been fine if Webster could have stopped after confused rush.

Funny how something like a storm, can be so easily related to something so abstract as life. Funny how just one person, from an opposite world could cause this? & funny how as confusing and dangerous a whirlwind could be, all I want to do is continue spinning...

{Looove}

Owlie

Woah. Okay- I just realized it's been almost a month since I've blogged. Not cool--and even less cool that I didn't even realize it. I'm going to do better...mark my words.

Today I am inspired by one of the first crafty blogs I ever stumbled upon. I love this blog because all of the projects are easy and do-able. Look at this paper owlie! I think I need him to come live in

my cube.

Check out more of her crafts at her blog ----> http://www.howaboutorange.blogspot.com/
(sorry for the link. I'm lazzzzy)

Gray

This past week or two has been strange.

Work has all of the sudden become really s l o w. I can't handle when I have down time at work....especially when I am trapped in a small cubical. It's seriously a test of your sanity...a test I more than often fail. I've been really scattered brain lately, always thinking of things I want to do and learn about and places I want to go. I'm constantly searching for opportunities until I wear myself out mentally. It takes a lot but it does happen. It requires pulling but eventually my feet do hit the ground again. My dreamer mentality really is annoying sometimes.

I think there is a very fine line that seperates most things in life. That's what makes life hard. Last week I got on a kick of watching one of my favorite movies, "The Last Kiss". I still have it in my DVD player and I've turned it on before I fall asleep for a week or so now.

"Life is pretty much in the grays for the most part, and if you insist always on black and white.....you are going to be very unhappy"

This quote from the movie (said by Jenna's mom at the end when she is going craaazy) is one that has totally stuck with me. It's so true. I think how we distinguish these fine lines in the midst of all the gray, determines the person we are.

The other day on my ride home on MARTA the song, Djohariah, by Sufjan Stevens came on my ipod. I had never heard it before but....ummmm it's amazing! I felt like I was on a movie listening to it while riding the train home. This is what my brain has felt like lately....

Listen here

{PS- Ever get confused on how to spell gray correctly? Supposedly the correct way in America is with an A and you use E to be correct in England. That's what google tells me, at least. Pretty ironic that it can be spelled more than one way, huh?}

Recap- The Wars of the Civil

This past Saturday night, I met some friends to see The Civil Wars play at Workplay Theater in Birmingham. The show was amazing as expected! Here are some of my thoughts of the night overall....

1- Joy Williams is such a cutie and goodness, she's SO tiny. I want to put her in my pocket.

2- JP looks like he is from the Civil War times. Something tells me that's the look he is going for.

3- I have such sweet & cool friends.

4-How did Workplay all of the sudden start getting such big acts (look at their spring calendar)? I thought they were going under?

5- Jokes are always funnier when musicians tell them.

5- I will remember this show cause this sweet lil' duo is about to be BIG!

6- Is it possible for a band to sound better live? Yup.

7- Are they seriously not married to eachother? Call me crazy, but I wouldn't want my husband being in a band with Joy.

8-I can't believe I charged my camera battery and forgot to put it in my camera.

9- Soooooo many couples.

10- Can this night last forever?!

Enjoy your Tuesday.

Loooove!

Vintage Valentine

The other day I stumbled across these adorable vintage valentine cards in one of my favorite Antique Stores here in Atlanta

(Highland Row Antiques)

. I think they are lovely.

I just love love .

Happy {early} Valentines Day!

Slowing down.

Life has been crazy lately. Please excuse my leave of absence this past week. As some may know, close week (the first week of every month) is the most hectic time for internal accountants. Annnnd since we are still working on closing out the whole year of 2010, you can imagine the disorganization. Along with work life, has been my personal life which has included the start of a new workout plan (more or less the plan to start), hard core budgeting, and the start of a few new side projects :). You can tell it's January, huh? Reorganization has been my key goal.

Making plans is what I do. I make lists, among lists, within lists, etc. I'm usually better at planning out my thoughts than actually completing them. Today after work, I immediately began doing things that "needed" to be done. Sal and I went to the grocery store, I cleaned, We watched American Idol (Yes, I n e e d e d to do this), I completed some paper work that's due soon, and worked on my bestie's shower invitations. I literally did not stop, until 11pm tonight. After getting in bed, I began my nightly routine of surfing my usual websites when I ran across a story that touched my heart. It was a journaling site that a sweet, hopeful, mother had created for her 5 year old daughter who was diagnosed with cancer not too long ago. As I read through this site, I literally could not refrain from weeping. It broke my heart. Not only did it break my heart, but my eyes were opened. It's like God was telling me in the most evident way to s l o w down. After I stopped and prayed for a miracle for this little girl, I thought about the tiny irrelevant things, I worry and dedicate so much time to. There are SO many more important things in life that deserve my time and effort. I know you don't know this little girl, or even her story but I ask that you say a prayer for her. Miracles can still happen...