A Choice

One thing one should know about me: I have a hard time making decisions. Yes, I can make a decision, but I much prefer that I can avoid making a decision. I like to see what everyone else chooses first and then perhaps, I will make a better informed decision. Once I make a decision, I very rarely change my mind (though I can change it, it has happened before).

However, I think how I make my decisions often annoys others, especially my family. For example, I typically do not care where we go to eat, or whatnot. So that is what I say. Yet they want me to make a decision without their opinions. Another thing, I recently was reminded that I need to decide if I really want to teach French or if I want to teach more of the technology. Even further in my discussion, I was asked if I would rather make cookies (check out Sweet K's). These decisions are coming up and they are tougher than I've thought possible. I love teaching and I love the French culture and language. But I also enjoy learning about technology and using technology. And further on, I love baking and decorating the cookies.

I am also thinking about moving. I am almost ready to move places again. I love traveling and changing the scenery on where I live. But now I have friends and a guy I'm dating where I am. Do I really want to move right now?

So, I have a couple of big decisions coming up and I am debating with myself over and over not really wanting to make a decision that I would regret. So life strikes again and gives me the frustrating side. Oh joy.

Life.

There has never really been a moment when I've been uncertain of what I wanted to do in life. To write and teach. To teach and write. These two have always been the top of my list. For a little while I did want to translate - and while I'd enjoy translating documents, I've long since given up my desire to translate while listening. My ears just wouldn't be strong enough.

But I've been teaching for a little over a year and working on getting my certification (I've my degree in my subject) and trying to write on the side. Writing is a joy if frustating. I start writing and get through several chapters when I stall. And I turn to reading instead of writing as my getaway for the day. That is good and all if I would eventually go back to writing, but, as you've probably guessed, I haven't. I'm still reading a book a day (or so) but I've written less than ten words (if even that). Again, I'll say it's frustrating.

While I understand that writers all have times when they are stuck for words, it's not like I'm not creating stories. I dream them; I daydream them; I make up stories all throughout the day (especially when driving), but I can't seem to write them down. The instant I sit with the document open to write, I freeze and can't remember what I wanted to write down. Or if I am able to write, I write something completely different than I what I had planned on writing. That normally doesn't bother me, but when I have a story and can continue it any time other than when I am physically writing, it's bothersome. And frustrating.

But that's life. At least, that is what people say, right? Last post I recommended Sweet K's cookies. As I help out, it makes sense and interestingly enough, I have been writing more since I've begun posting, making flyers, etc. for Sweet K's. But I'll mention something else now: Chandler the Robot. Meg Frampton has the best jewelry that is both quirky and cute. At the moment I am wearing her hot air balloon earrings and feeling as if maybe, just possibly, my writing will let me drift away and relax after a frantic school day.

A Recommendation of Cookies

I originally started this blog because I had decided that I needed to continue writing more in my life - with more of a possibility of being noticed and perhaps, eventually, published. I figured that yes, I will write about my daily life, and then also post some of the stories I have written. Have I done any of this? Alas, no. Instead, my life has been full of work, students, and cookies. Yes, cookies.

My mom and I got involved baking cookies and decorating them when my sister asked us to make "special" candy shaped cookies for my niece's second birthday. I found that while I don't necessarily enjoy pounding the dough out, I love to use my creative side and pipe the frosting onto the cookies. It wasn't long until my working on the weekends back home meant I also spent three hours or more decorating cookies. So now instead of writing, I spend my set time for writing at home decorating cookies with my mom. And I love it.

But I also love writing. I guess I just wanted to remind myself that yes, I may love frosting the cookies, but my time can't all be taken up by work and cookies. I need to write.

And on another note, visit Sweet K's and read about our cookies. They are yummy!

Birthdays

This post was drafted for a year, wondering if I was ever going to post it. I bit the bullet and decided- what the hell. I'll post... 

...It is interesting how much birthdays change over the years. When you are younger, excitement mounts each minute that is closer to your birthday.  Birthdays are amazing and everything thrills the birthday person.Then you get older. Birthdays become about hanging with your friends and family. No real parties, just groups chilling and spending a relaxing evening. And then you get even older. Birthdays are just another day. You go to work, do what needs to be done and possibly be surprised by family and go out to dinner. You get a little sad because the times when you begged for your birthday to come quickly back around, are long gone. Now, you simply want to get through your day.  A simple smile and serenaded "happy birthday" changes the course of your day. And you're happy again, because at least it's noticed.