I Believe.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

I believe one of the worst weeks I can remember is finally coming to a close.

I believe I am a better person this week than I was the one before.

I believe the things that hurt the most are the things that change our lives.

I believe that sometimes our lives need changing.

I believe a person can't possibly lead a happy life in ill fitting underwear.

I believe when your heart and body are broken, the people who love you will hold you up and teach you to walk again.

I believe babies and dogs know when you need extra love.

I believe in second chances, but not third.

I believe my dad puts his arms around me when I need him to.

I believe there is no more soothing sound in this world than rain on the rooftop of my childhood home.

I believe the things that rip our lives apart are the things that make us who we were meant to be.

I believe I was born to live in the sunshine.

I believe laughter can be found in the least funny things.

I believe no loss can break me or stop me from loving.

I believe the world is a beautiful place.

I believe I am the love of my life.

I believe.

The Chronicles of Cute.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

The other day, the little girls I nanny for and I started playing one of our favorite games: let's take photos of our different emotion faces. Never fails, friends. Never. Fails. I still can't look at these without laughing.

"Surprised - take one." The toddler's hand gets me every time in this one.

"Angry." I'm pretty sure angry never looked this cute.



"We're going to Disneyland!"

And, finally, my personal favorite - "frightened." I left out "sad" because, and let's just keep it real here, it wasn't a good look on me... I'm pretty sure both girls have a future in the dramatic arts.

Getting Offline and
Reading a Damn Book.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

I know, I know... I'm online writing this post. However, it's not as though I'm giving up the internet - no, no, of course not - it's just that it recently hit me that I spend entirely too much time here. The blog is the least of my concerns - at least it's a somewhat creative endeavor (hopefully). My problem is when I take my iPhone to the bathroom. TO THE BATHROOM. (I apologise for yelling.) Catching up on Twitter and Facebook in the restroom? That's anything but restful. And only reading blogs, tweets and status updates in bed? I think I just lost brain cells writing that sentence.

So, after some thought, I decided to try and read 10 books from January 1st to April 1st. I should probably note here that I am a somewhat slow reader with a sometimes very short attention span. I'm not proud of either of these facts and I actually blame Facebook and the like for causing us to feel the need to be constantly stimulated and entertained. No, Mark Zuckerberg, I don't actually blame you. I blame myself for getting sucked in. However, I did see The Social Network recently and I'm not happy. In fact, I think we have a few things to talk about, Mark... Oh, wow. See, how I just got off topic there? That's my short attention span rearing it's ugly head. And that, that right there, is why I decided to make a change, to literally force myself to put my phone down and open a damn book and then nine more. (Please don't misunderstand. I have always loved to read; I've just gotten out of the habit.)

So far, so good. I was originally worried that I would open the first book and then immediately point to the sky and exclaim, "Look at the bird!" Luckily, I haven't had too many of those ADD moments. I'm currently three books down with seven to go. I'm having a hard time getting into #4, however. Why, you ask? Because #3 was the best book I've read in years.

I believe that Room by Emma Donoghue is, simply put, a masterpiece. It's the kind of book that crawls into your heart on the very first page and lives with you long after you've read the last word. Because I don't want to give too much away and because I am trying to convince every person I know to read it, I want to include here praise from two acclaimed authors. I hope they will convince you to go out and get yourself a copy.

"Emma Donoghue's writing is superb alchemy, changing innocence into horror and horror into tenderness. Room is a book to read in one sitting. When it's over you look up: the world looks the same but you are somehow different and that feeling lingers for days." - Audrey Niffenegger, author of The Time Traveler's Wife

"Room is that rarest of entities, an entirely original work of art. I mean it as the highest possible praise when I tell you that I can't compare it to any other book. Suffice to say that it's potent, darkly beautiful, and revelatory." - Michael Cunningham, author of The Hours

What I will say here about the book is that finishing it felt a little like a breakup in the way that I can't pick up another book quite yet. I feel as though I have come to love a five year old boy, the book's narrator, and am just not ready to let him go. I think that's the way a truly good book should make you feel and, let me tell you, I am so glad I put down that stupid phone long enough to remember this feeling.

Happy reading! Xoxo