when it comes to reading other people's blogs i tend to follow those who write about the spiritual life, home decor, fashion, crafts, and teaching or writing. now i love all these things, but consider myself less than an expert in most of them. in fact i don't really consider myself an exceptional expert of anything. however, i have an insatiable interest in music and books. i love movies and my dvd collection is ridiculous...and i love, love, love making rather silly art projects that are more akin to something a five year old would produce rather than a mature twenty something.
because this blog is about dreams i always figured it would just be a chronicle of my life and the pursuit of my dreams. but because that has turned out to be less than interesting, i thought why not write about things that are exciting and interesting. however, that still may mean that i will continue to be the only reader of this blog:) but still, today i begin with this post entitled: all things loved.
since the holiday of love is just around the corner, it only seems fitting to write about something that i love dearly. now first let's get a few things straight. i am not in love, nor have i ever been. and yes i used to feel like my life lacked something because i was not in love or have ever really been close. we could get into all my neuroses and really investigate why that is, but i prefer to for now just say that love is not in the air for this girl. i won't fill this blog with lies and say that i do not want to eventually one day find love, but to be perfectly honest i am in no hurry. don't be deceived though, that sense of unhurriedness does not mean that i don't feel any pressure to find someone. i just don't ever want to do it for the wrong reasons. truly i'm the kind of girl that can contentedly be alone for a good part of the time. in fact, i think there is something to it that a lot of other people miss out on because they are too afraid to be alone. i often find myself liking the parts of life and stories before the girl or guy meets his/her guy or gal. often times life seems swell as a single person, and only much more dramatic and shaky when that "perfect" someone enters the picture, and that isn't to say that love can't be a joyous adventure. i perhaps like the advice best that i draw from an extremely wise source better known as the diary of bridget jones. i will not sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete with no boyfriend. (it must be added that this is best way to obtain boyfriend.)
so as i am currently a twenty something singleton with no single man remotely in sight, my heart instead for the time being and perhaps forever, belongs to a group of twenty five men, give or take a few, better known as my favorite baseball team, the san diego padres. for now these men have my heart and utmost affection :) and to celebrate the holiday of love, i spent my saturday with thousands of others and two dear friends at Fanfest. after spending eight hours at one of the nicest ballparks in the country i find that i am once again totally in love with the team this year. i know i say it every year, but i have the deepest unwavering faith, and perhaps am also a glutton for disappointment, but i think these boys can pull it out this year, and find themselves...dare i speak it, or rather write the sacred words...at the World Series! while i wait for the season to take full swing, i will tide myself over with the memories.
Pitchers!
Loved his fedora!
Infielders!
The team that almost did it, the year I was born! I was destined to be a fan.
If I can make anything with owls you better believe i will do it! :)
