Tuesday, June 8, 2010

to the mountains i go....

well, tomorrow i head off for another adventure. to a place many have gone and many have returned. in good spirits i leave for camp. yes, i said camp. i am 22 years old and i am going to summer camp. don't get me wrong i am going to work and build sets for small children but this is my first experience with sleep away camp. and i have to admit i'm kind of nervous! like the kind of nervous you get before you go to disney world or go on a first date. it's a nervous excitement. that's it nervitement. ha, new word. anyway, i cleaned my car, packed basically my whole life in a trunk, and will be leaving for three months to the beautiful (at least i've been told it's beautiful) catskill mountains. i do not know where i will be living, or who i will be living with, nor do i know exactly what the hell i'm going to be building. so, in a nut shell (help i'm in a nut shell....sorry sidebar) i am going into this situation blind. and to tell you the truth, that's the most scary part. i'm not a social mole rat or something but i have the people i am close to and frankly new people kind of scare me. BUT. i am going to put my best foot forward. (it's the left foot, in case you were wondering) and make the best of it.  
wish me luck. once again, here goes something.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

it's the little things.

deltacollection020copy.jpg hand written letter from delta, from after she was sick. image by febeluvsdelta

it's the little things, the little things, the little things. 
to quote Company and all. but it's true. getting a job interview. an unexpected letter or phone call from a friend.a horrible morning that turns into a great afternoon. my grandmother is great with little things. there is a whole generation of women who appreciate the little things and make a point to make others smile. i have recently started this process of making little things important. calling on a friends birthday, writing letters when i'm away, keeping better in touch. joining that generation of women who send thank yous, and save the dates. despite the fact that my grandmother thinks i will never stick with this, i am going to prove her wrong. and it might be cheezy and stepford wife-ish but what's wrong with the little things?