you all make me blush. my own self worth is extremely elevated as is the size of my head. thanks!
many of you have suggested some tips that might help this computer illiterate avoid the private blog. i'm going to just try monitoring my comments, and have tightened up my privacy settings per your lovely suggestions. we'll see how it goes!
in other news, i have some ideas a brewing. i was braiding a rug tonight (true story) and i'm thinking, "why in the cripes am i doing this?" sure it's very domestic of me. braiding my own rug is certainly industrious. but, it. takes. a. long. time. it's also really stupid. and who cares about being industrious?
so, i've come to the conclusion (again) that there may be a better use of my free time. do any of you have a crazy dream. something that seems impossible, out of reach? maybe even sort of ridiculous?
i do. i've been pushing it into the back of my brain for awhile. and so as i am surrounded by a giant pile of 1.5 inch strips of fabric, braiding furiously to get it finished, i decided how dumb it is that i'm filling up my time making a crappy looking rug, while watching nothing on tv, when i should be working on what really drives me. who cares how it turns out? i think i'd rather "shoot for the stars" and miss by a mile, than hit a pile of braided fabric dead center.