Phases

My life is a series of mini phases.

Take my style.  Previously, my jewelry and make-up always matched what I wore.  If I had a green shirt on, my necklace, earrings, and eye shadow would be green.  Then one day two youth ministers (of all people) made fun of my plethra of green.  I didn't change because of them, but it did bring it my attention.  Currently my jewelry and make-up match, but do not match my outfit.  Like today- I have a green sweater on with purple eye shadow and excessories. 

I also go through food mini phases.  Everyday last week, I ate dried cranberries after lunch.  Before last week, it was jello.  Last semester I ate tuna for lunch for two weeks straight then one day just stopped.  I had a fruit roll-up phase, yogurt phase, BBQ chip phase.  Cereal of course has always been a constant, but even within my cereal choices phases occur.  Recently, I had a Honey Bunches of Oats phase, a Shredded Mini Wheates phase, an Oatmeal phase.

My crafting goes through phases.  At times I make jewelry, other times I sew, and still other times I scrapbook, but rarely will I do them all or any two in a single day or week or sometimes month. 

I go through phases of isolation and exposure. Currently I can't seem to get enough of people.


I have taken note or ushered in big phases, but have only recently started looking for my mini phases as they eb and flow.  These mini phases aren't life changing, but they bring variety to my life. 

I heart Cereal

I have a thing for cereal.  Every morning since I can remember I have eaten a bowl of cereal.  My husband often pokes fun at me because if it were up to me, most of my meals would consist of cereal.  I am very picky about the cereal to milk ratio, but believe I could make a perfect bowl blindfolded.  I already pay little attention to what I am doing and base how much I have put into the bowl by sound.

I don't have a favorite cereal, but I do have a weakness for Coco Pebbles.  I don't know what it is, but every time I have Coco Pebbles I have two bowls.  The first is my average size bowl, which is probably larger for me than most.  The second is always a "small bowl," which is still larger than my mother's regular serving.  Typically I will eat Coco Pebbles in the evenings as a dessert or snack.  But this morning it was breakfast.  Knowing my tendancies, I committed to only one bowl.  A commitment I failed to keep. 

Is it because it is chocolate and I am a women?  Is it because Coco Pebbles aren't filling enough?  Does it leave me unsatisfied so I must have more?  Or it I am so satisfied I over indulge? 

O the perplexities of life.

Reflection

Yesterday I watched Julie and Julia with Corey, my husband. I thought it was really cute, but it left me feeling discontent on several levels.

In the movie, Julie blogs about a one year journey through Julia Childs' cookbook. Any movie or TV show that involves a character writing leaves me with the same unsatisfied feeling. When my roommate from college and I used to watch Sex and the City (Yes. You read that correctly. I confess and repent), I would always crave to write with such style and notoriety as Carrie. (Maybe that's why in my college years I blogged so frequently...that and all the drama). With the relationship turmoil a thing past, I feel I have little to write about at this stage in my life.

Back to J&J-

Julie's determination to fulfill such a commitment was inspiring. I wondered what I could do for the next year.
Julie considered her interests. What are my interests?
Jewelry.
Sewing.
Writing.
Serving.
My husband.
The results? Nothing. A year long commitment? Are you kidding? Just the thought of committing to anthing for a year was daunting. Have you seen my schedule for the next semester? Then I considered maybe doing something every month for a year? What a cope out.

But more than the length of the commitment was the realization that I am a jack of all trades and a master of none.

Friday is my birthday and I turn 25 years old.
Friday I will be a quarter of a century old.
I have been alive on this earth for 25 years.
That's 1300 weeks.
9125 days
21900 hours

So with the dicontentment and realization of my birthday just around the corner, I went to bed asking: What have I been doing all this time?

I know what it sounds like. No this is not a pre-mid-life crisis. But it is a time to reflect.
Really, what have I been doing? Am I using my time wisely? Is there something else I need to be doing? Would God be pleased with what I am doing with this life he has given me?

Hmmm... heavy question. Off to reflect.