If you hang around me long enough, you start to realize that I love to dabble in a thousand different things. Trying not to sound braggy and this next sentence don't really belong together, but I'm going to say it anyway and you're going to have to take at face value. I have found that I'm pretty decent at a great number of things from knitting to writing to (sometimes) styling to photography and the list can go on and on, just don't ask me to tell you a story (without writing it down first) or draw something. This past week really has put me to the test and I've loved every minute of it. When I say I'm a fast learner, I'm not just repeating what everyone says. The one thing that I still need to work on is performance under pressure. While I can usually make things up on the fly, I'm much better at problem solving when I don't feel too rushed. I just need to figure out how to slow down and speed my brain up so I can think through things. However, I will have to admit, like the title, I may dabble in a lot of things, but I'm no expert at anything. I think that might the way that I like it. But it would make it easier for me to figure out what I want to do with my life if I had an outstanding favorite.
I keep having these big ideas that I still want to follow through on, but sometimes I feel that I need more knowledge than what I have (but reading those kinds of books are some kind of awful for me). So maybe the books aren't that awful, but it's just so dense. That's one of the main things that puts me off of books--when the reading takes a lot longer than you think (even while you're reading). Plus now when do I have the time? I could stick to the thousand other things I love to do, but where's the fun in that? Not to mention the fact that the main thing I'm talking about is making my own perfume (and I guess I really don't have to know the history behind perfumes to figure it out). This perfume making I want to do is going to be tricky because I don't really want to use any chemicals (just pure natural things). I haven't been able to wear perfume in about three years and every time I think about it my heart breaks again because I love the smell and just the general idea of having memories associated to a certain smell.
There's my inner reflection for the week.
I'm so glad I have these big scary guys to protect me.
Title: "The Grand Optimist" by City and Colour
Labels: Adult Life, Jack, Music, Musings, Oscar, Pets
