Friday, February 28, 2014

on waiting // shawna niequist



"I have always, essentially, been waiting. Waiting to become something else, waiting to be that person I always thought I was on the verge of becoming, waiting for that life I thought I would have. In my head, I was always one step away. In high school, I was biding my time until I could become the college version of myself, the one my mind could see so clearly. In college, the post-college “adult” person was always looming in front of me, smarter, stronger, more organized. Then the married person, then the person I’d become when we have kids. For twenty years, literally, I have waited to become the thin version of myself, because that’s when life will really begin. And through all that waiting, here I am. My life is passing, day by day, and I am waiting for it to start. I am waiting for that time, that person, that event when my life will finally begin.


I love movies about “The Big Moment” – the game or the performance or the wedding day or the record deal, the stories that split time with that key event, and everything is reframed, before it and after it, because it has changed everything. I have always wanted this movie-worthy event, something that will change everything and grab me out of this waiting game into the whirlwind in front of me. I cry and cry at these movies, because I am still waiting for my own big moment. I had visions of life as an adventure, a thing to be celebrated and experienced, but all I was doing was going to work and coming home, and that wasn't what it looked like in the movies.



John Lennon once said, “Life is what happens when you’re busy making other plans.” For me, life is what was happening while I was busy waiting for my big moment. I was ready for it and believed that the rest of my life would fade into the background, and that my big moment would carry me through life like a lifeboat.



The Big Moment, unfortunately, is an urban myth. Some people have them, in a sense, when they win the Heisman or become the next American Idol. But even that football player or that singer is living a life made up of more than that one moment. Life is a collection of a million, billion moments, tiny little moments and choices, like a handful of luminous, glowing pearl. It takes so much time, and so much work, and those beads and moments are so small, and so much less fabulous and dramatic than the movies.



But this is what I’m finding, in glimpses and flashes: this is it. This is it, in the best possible way. That thing I’m waiting for, that adventure, that move-score-worthy experience unfolding gracefully. This is it. Normal, daily life ticking by on our streets and sidewalks, in our houses and apartments, in our beds and at our dinner tables, in our dreams and prayers and fights and secrets – this pedestrian life is the most precious thing any of use will ever experience. "

― Shauna NiequistCold Tangerines


** this is a scheduled post, as i'm still somewhere in the Carolinas right now, but SN is seriously my favorite right now. i highly encourage you to soak in her words because they speak so much truth.  (and go read her books. seriously, go.) **

Saturday, February 15, 2014

sixteen.


i turned sixteen today. 

sixteen has always the age, but now that it's here, i realized it's just an age. 

i woke up this morning, and the first thought in my head was "oh, man. how did I NOT hear my alarm clock?!" then i remembered, it's my birthday, i'm sixteen
i don't know... somehow i expected it to be different, i expected to feel different. 
but then it just hit me: sixteen is a special year, but there is no fairy dust about it. 

there is still going to be days that hurt so much my heart hurts (hopefully there will be less than this last year)
there are going to be days i'm feel alive.
there are going to be days where i just wish i could have a forward button. 
but that's life. and it's not stopping for anybody, even if they're sixteen. 

honestly, fifteen was hard. it was filled with too many tears, heartache, and days when my head literally pounded. 
but, i can really say, it was all worth it. 
because it's only when you're in the dark that you can fully appreciate the LIGHT. (and that LIGHT is some prettyyy good stuff, just sayin')

so here's to sixteen. (and hoping it's brave, intentional, and filled wild, messy moments)
xxx. 
the sixteen year old. 
p.s. i've lived a total of 5, 844 days. i don't even know how to respond to that. 

Thursday, February 13, 2014

PROJECT 365 LIFE: week 5

032. snow filled days with good friends are the best.
034. spent the day + lunch with the bestie. 
035. changed somethings up in my room. these twinkling darlings make for great inspiration.
036. some days are made for tea.
037. in the period of three days, i made over 200 dinner rolls. yup!
 038. I was cleaning out my desk + stashes and found my packets of letters from friends. #lettersarethebest
 039. i've got the best aunts. ;) #photographerslyfe #birthdayweek
 040. lattes for the entire family at 9:30pm. 

this definitely hasn't been my favorite week so far. (i missed day 33, and i mean really, that last photo?? ugh.) 
but, sometimes that's just life. 

xx. marcia

Sunday, February 9, 2014

PROJECT 365 LIFE: week 4

024. sometimes, fridays are really good days.

025. spent the day in town with mom and the sister.

026. this cheesy dude and his brothers came over. we decorated gingerbread houses 
even though Christmas has been over for a month.

028. Narnia arrived.

027. it's freezing.

028. my new laptop finally arrived. 

030. three a.m. reading. i read the entire thing in thirty minutes (with appropriate pauses for squealing).

031. always dreaming of paris. 

although I've been really behind on posting these on here, I've really only missed one day! (and i blame that entirely on this girl, ;) weekends spent together end up being too much fun.)
the rest are coming soon!
xx. 

Thursday, February 6, 2014

heart things + january frames

(a collection of photos from snow days in january) 

sometimes my heart is so quiet it scares me.
my head is swirling with so many thoughts, inspiration and plans, but my heart feels so so quiet.
i've never been good with words, but i've always been able to make them come.
i know what it is to feel. and then write what i feel, even if it isn't poetry or filled with eloquent metaphors.
but, lately- even that's gone.

they say every heart goes through seasons. maybe it's winter in mine right now.
maybe it's okay.  (because spring always comes after winter.)

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"While the earth remains, seedtime and harvest, cold and heat, winter and summer, and day and night shall not cease." 
-Genesis 8: 22
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january was a month for reading new books, cherishing the simple, large cups of tea, adding twinkle lights to your room, and long messy journal entries.
it was finding God's faithfulness once again.
it was realizing sometimes even words are enough.
it was learning it's okay to be quiet. (be still my soul.)

here i am, six days into february. with only nine more days of being fifteen left.
two words: excited. terrified. 

xx. marcia.